08 February 2014

# 8 - Winter in Sochi

Behind their backs, I tut at the unjust,
Though I would never say a word aloud.
When you’re a coward, silence is a must.
It pays to learn to melt into the crowd.
My principles are only sand and dust
And I will only say what I’m allowed.
I may regard them all with some distrust
But still, in deference, my head is bowed.
Abuse is not the price we pay for love;
I can't just turn my head and let it be.
That iron fist inside that velvet glove.
I must act now, before they come for me.
Such platitudes! We've heard them all before.
I will not take this bullshit any more.



  1. You've said it for many of us, I suspect, Leanne. And put it beautifully too.

    1. Thank you Lynne. Your comments are very much appreciated.

  2. I just want to say a big thank you to all you guys and gal for doing these new poems - not simply for the poems themselves but because they have been a big inspiration to me to leap out of a very deep creative slump and creative depression - see - poetry does have an effect the world - it moved mine - keep on trucking and keep up the good work john x

    1. Thank you John. We really appreciate your support :)

  3. Thanks John! Nice to know you're enjoying the experience! =)