Poetry - Lynn White

  Echoes There’s always a prequel   to any drama in the theatre of war, a rehearsal like Guernica for what is to come. History’s theatre was always misty but now the fog is so dense that we can see nothing, Hear nothing, understand nothing of the power play unfolding. It’s impossible to know as we sit here watching which will be the first step the harbinger of things to take us back   where they began,   Time’s echoes of the end. https://dsmag.in/2025/12/28/lynn-whites-two-more-poems-3/

  In Time For Christmas Besuited power-men are strutting their stuff getting ready to deliver  for Christmas. Santa comes early  to some in the tents washed up and washed out in the cold and the wet. He’s playing toy soldiers  with real missiles and bombs. His bombs made a carpet of what once were homes. There’s nowhere to go, nowhere to hide for the starved  and the maimed they’ll remember this Christmas where genocide grows. https://dsmag.in/2025/12/28/lynn-whites-two-more-poems-3/

  That Was The Year That was the year   when politicians played   on the stage of the New Theatre of the Absurd where empathy   was dead as Roszencrantz and Gildestern and the victims   of Schrodinger’s genocide both lived and died where Palestine was once and now it had no territory though it was a state, where Israel had a territory for Jews of families not born there in this millennium or the last when their lies became truth and truth became lies that no one truly believed and pretence was real and death was life and things could only get better and things only got worse before the curtain came down to end it all. https://www.jerryjazzmusician.com/a-collection-of-poetic-responses-to-the-events-of-2025/

  Red Carpet I wonder if Herzog was agog to hear   the red carpet would be rolled out on another dark day for justice.   Yes, on another dark day for humanity they rolled out the red carpet like a river of blood in London. He waded through it bringing his whole nation with him there are no innocents none who do not know all are responsible now. He waded through it and took this whole nation with him there are no innocents none who do not know all are responsible now. He waded through it and took all the nations with him there are no innocents none who do not know all are responsible now. https://dsmag.in/2025/12/28/lynn-whites-two-poems-6/

  Lammy’s Lament I hear no cries I hear no sighs no one has died there’s no genocide. So goes the chorus of Lammy’s Lament. In the choir the voices sing louder, louder and louder   in a chorus of lies to bring down the House of those dead inside,   to bring down the house on those dead inside. https://dsmag.in/2025/12/28/lynn-whites-two-poems-6/

  Written In Black And White Mondays were washdays. They had decreed it long ago, written it down in black and white, and They must be obeyed still everyone knew it. Thus every Monday  the women dressed in black and left their neat white houses and carried their white bundles of grubby grey washing to the river to scrub and scrub to make it white again. No colours were allowed. They had decreed it long ago, written it down in black and white to be obeyed for ever. So the clean washing was wrapped  in white bundles and tightly bound, bound for home with the black clad women just as They had decreed in black and white. No one knew why  but all obeyed. It was the way things were written in black and white. Every Monday in black and white. https://masticadorescanada.wordpress.com/2025/12/29/written-in-black-and-white-by/

Puppets The puppets are drowning now   their useful time has passed. They were always made   to become shadows to be discarded   by the string pullers when the audience was sated. The glove puppets and sock puppets are floating away   already tumbling like clowns in the waves and soon even the shadow puppets will vanish maybe then   the puppeteers will reveal themselves put their power on display   temporarily. For soon it will be time for them to change   their shape   and re-emerge to find new clowns, new clowns to seduce the audience. https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0GCSFYJV2?fbclid=IwY2xjawO92KlleHRuA2FlbQIxMABzcnRjBmFwcF9pZBAyMjIwMzkxNzg4MjAwODkyAAEeikxtp3AFMhKpsrZ6v_fXsPlr0lQxRm6w2DvqiYdJBh29kQq2G9mM2s5Kq1M_aem__hTfA1vvtrLg2Gi3TY6zOA

  Criminalised Criminalised for a flag. Criminalised for displaying its colours, for wearing its colours, for painting its colours in the country where it arose from, in the country where it belongs. Criminalised for a fruit, for eating a fruit, for growing a fruit in a place where it should grow naturally. Criminalised by the occupation. Criminalised. But the seeds grew and still they grow   and spread the seeds. https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0GCSFYJV2?fbclid=IwY2xjawO92KlleHRuA2FlbQIxMABzcnRjBmFwcF9pZBAyMjIwMzkxNzg4MjAwODkyAAEeikxtp3AFMhKpsrZ6v_fXsPlr0lQxRm6w2DvqiYdJBh29kQq2G9mM2s5Kq1M_aem__hTfA1vvtrLg2Gi3TY6zOA