There were many who believed in ideals,
Fretting about in their heels,
With bollards and plackards,
They marched and nattered,
All hell they would repeal.

ISIS let rip in the east,
Fear more important than peace,
Assad called the Russians
We heard the percussion,
Aleppo mourned daily deceased.

The climate was caught unawares,
When it realised nobody cares,
The smog came in strong,
Al Gore wasn't wrong,
When people flirt with despair.

Brexit was no laughing matter,
The public blind to what they were after,
Trigger at the ready,
It isn't looking steady,
For a kingdom with too many actors. 

Trump, we thought at first glance,
Didn't have much of a chance,
But Hilary's scandal,
Left the US at a stand still,
Now the world's in Russia's trance.

Farewell to the icons we'll pine,
Our culture was built on their spine,
Prince, Bowie and George,
With legends we forged
The moments that will surpass time.

Ireland became a haven for a few
Pity there wasn't a queue,
With a fight for corporate heads
Banks left dry and bled,
Tech an oligopoly? Who knew.

Aleppo left drenched with no fate,
The little reaction to late,
UN cries unheard,
Media reports blurred.
It's hard to keep up at this rate.

Silicon Valley is offering free food,
to workers becoming robots or goods,
12 hour days,
extraordinary pay,
But with no creativity they're screwed!

Sporting greats made their way to the stage,
this year's Olympics causing outrage,
medals were plenty,
seats were empty,
And controversy graced every front page.

Here we go blindfolded into 2017
Only the wealthy living the dream,
while most young folk,
believe politics a joke,
Tell me, is it time for a new regime?

#past   #limerick   #mourning   #2016  
Lilly Gibbons
Lilly Gibbons
Oct 28, 2016

A worry, a sigh, a prayer, a ponder
A closed fist of fears
The woes, the barriers, the dreams
Beginning, how they end.
A life, a hope, a mirror of the same.
The commentary, ongoing, monotone,
Unresponsive, how it never ends.
A pain, a thought, a look.
A door opened, the enemy is in.
The shame, the loss of life, ending.
A feeling, a cry, a question
Bullets, so many. It never ends.

Lilly Gibbons
Lilly Gibbons
Oct 28, 2016

The moon hangs from an invisible thread in the sky
As clouds sit obediently below
Waiting for the next shadow cast, giving way to new direction, a guiding light towards home.

Lilly Gibbons
Lilly Gibbons
Oct 28, 2016

Clouds parting, dark, the world begins to take shape.
Puffed up, longing to show their fluffy side, we lament.

The web of stars shine, disconnected patterns fading.
The background, a foreground for curiosity.
A horizon sits quietly, gently caressing the coastline.
It takes centre stage.

A coast hugging the archways, ominous, renewed.
Now filled with life we walk, invited.
A hum of scooters guides us down a winding corridor of road.
We gain momentum, marching towards the sea.

Cars break, beep, whizz; a melody for our route.
Disassociated with emotion, only impulse moves us now.
Reactions slow, we salute the passersby.
Don't accelerate, ignore if you must.

Lilly Gibbons
Lilly Gibbons
Jan 28, 2016

Where the land of the hard rain
meets the people of soft souls,
No border controls.

Lilly Gibbons
Lilly Gibbons
Nov 5, 2015

I will continue your work below,
Keeping your secrets safe,
Encouraging treasure hunting,
Believing in, trusting in, fate.
Wink at me with stars in the night,
A sign, a history, shining bright.
Help me to learn from the tallest trees,
Counting the rings, feeling the leaves.
Show me a path, marked out in the sand,
You are here, carved deep into the land.

#death   #time   #history   #legacy  
Lilly Gibbons
Lilly Gibbons
Nov 5, 2015

Grand memories of places, scenes,
adventures carried out in distant landscapes.
Smiles so full of wanted kisses.
The body talking in a nervous language,
accent pronounced, gesturing wishes.
Watching as one sips a newer grape,
the old no longer worthy.
Teardrops forming puddles on pillows,
a stream of stories washed away.
All hellos, goodbyes, greetings unnecessary.
Uneasy replies to questions unwanted.
Truth too painful for innocent ears.
Hearing woes unbearable, seeing is enough.
What was once plenty has gone stale.
In the nights shadows, crawling amongst fallen leaves.

#fear   #nature   #society   #battle   #darkness   #the   #loneliness   #losing   #modern  
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