To me a poem is a Statement, even a Speech.
So, Friends, Britons and countrymen, lend me your ears;
I come to bury Britain, not to praise it.
The evils that empires do live long after them.
Colonial wrongs seem never put to right.
Achievements hidden away in dusty books
By historians, all honourable men (and women!).
Yet historians say the Brits were too ambitious
And too self-righteous by half.
For historians are honourable men (and women).
They say we must accept that we’re a tiny island nation
And accept our place in the world.
Yes, historians are honourable men (and women).
They say we were too ambitious.
But now, the world is threatened by dark forces,
And only the winner takes the spoils (and writes the history!).
Once more unto the breach us Brits must go,
To fight like tigers
And smite the foe.

Paul Butters

One day
The end will come

And I won't be sad
At all

I'll just sit on
The top
Of the mountain

Completely
And utterly alone

Looks like
I never made it
Out of the glass box

Never met
My female friend

All the days
I was on the earth
I was dying

They announced it
Was the end
Of the world

Who cares

Shaquille O'Neal
Wears tuxedos
Just a couple of thoughts
Is there a market for gigantic tuxedos?
There must be,
because they are being made
And worn
Which means somebody had to pay for it
But more to the point
If there is a market for such a thing
Who decides that's what they needed to do?
Make tuxedos for seven footers
What is that guy like?

And what kind of kid was he?

I walked down the well worn path
As the sun climbed up the sky
Light seeped through the trees
And the heat pressed down on me

There was a large rock off to the side
Like it was placed there just for weary hikers
I climbed on top of the rock
And sat there for awhile

There was something carved on the side
"Kate+Roger summer of 87"
A day, a relationship, an act of love
Forever memorialized in stone

I wondered if they are still together
If thirty years later they come back here and laugh
Or maybe only one of them does
And smiles a bittersweet smile

You do not understand,
I have never known love
I have had many lovers
But none of whom have loved me
Nor have I ever loved in return.

You do not understand
You puzzle me
With you, I am like a child learning to walk
Learning to speak
This is all a foreign language to me.

You do not understand
I am afraid.