Kite Hovering
Oh timid bird
Do find the courage
To settle with me
Julie Florida
Julie Florida stood in an autumn field
Watching the leaves fall from the central trees
A bleak flat west wind chilled her visit
So she began to collect flints and gave them to the migrating birds
As she waited for the day to fold to into the night that she longed for
Rage of Ophelia
Like an orphan lost you found yourself
Lost in the deep northern seas
This greatly saddened you
And in your despair
You faded into the rage of your own destruction
Welcome to the Ice Cells
There are no doors trapping you
But you will never escape
As the whiteness of the angels wings
Will blind you without thought
Revolution (Fragments)
The people are in a rage
This is not an illusion
I applaud the workers who execute their bosses
Against their executive cars
With sten guns created on the factory floor
Take to the streets my friends
Show your displeasure
Build barricades with furniture from the finest stores
You will be hunted by the cops and sycophants
Who will squeeze your balls
But do not worry as the bullets from your perfumed guns
Will rip their black hearts apart
The people are in a rage
This is not an illusion
They are starving and losing their homes
Nobody cares
Take aim and remove the malignancy that opposes you
This is the will of people
Keep your doors locked and your fingers on the sweaty triggers
Even when you sleep
Do not share your freedom dreams
Take off your shirts go to your cupboards
And encourage your brothers and sisters
To break their hiding and join the fight
Stephen Masefield (1954-1973)
Red Sun (Poem of Ophelia)
You greet me with your crimson finery
But the grey clouds inhibit your display
Your beauty is hidden from me
But I feel your warmth