Bernard Pearson

ya'll know I am not religious but I wholly respect everyone's personal spirituality...and this.... THIS says everything about Madonna...

here are two very fun facts. the first is that crime in Washington, DC is at a 30-year-low. the second — and more fun — fact is that the average homeless person on the streets of DC has thirty-four fewer felony convictions than the current president of the United States. nonetheless, United States President Cookedbooks McHushmoney has decided that DC’s homeless population is a ginormous factor in the imaginary crime wave that definitely isn’t a thing, and he’s given them about ten seconds to get the fuck out of his sight. We’re having a News Conference tomorrow in the White House. I’m going to make our Capital safer and more beautiful than it ever was before. The Homeless have to move out, IMMEDIATELY. We will give you places to stay, but FAR from the Capital. The Criminals, you don’t have to move out. We’re going to put you in jail where you belong. It’s all going to happen very fast, just like the Border. We went from millions pouring in, to ZERO in the last few months. This will be easier — Be prepared! There will be no “MR. NICE GUY.” We want our Capital BACK. Thank you for your attention to this matter! it’s so easy to solve the world’s problems when you have no clue what you’re talking about. screaming at the homeless to GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE RIGHT NOW will totally work, because everyone knows that the best way to solve the problems caused by late-stage capitalism is to yell really loud until they magically go away. who is Dear Leader thanking for their attention? the homeless? I don’t think the homeless are following Donny on his crappy app. I’m pretty sure that the unhoused are more concerned with figuring out their next meal than in keeping up with the Mad King’s insane social media ravings.

from today's post, on the Mad Kings batshit notions on how to fight imaginary crime —
please read the whole thing, thanks!
link is here: bit.ly/3Uo8Qcv
(and as always, there's a longer excerpt in the alt text)

The Curse of an itinerant Life

Moving house,
Involves the unexpected
And should only be
Undertaken after
a great deal of thought.
It Is like opening,
A tomb in The Valley
of the Kings,
Only with more dust.

© Bernard Pearson

This is very very good

They've paved paradise and put up a parking lot ... as Joni might put it

Thank you Evie so much

Thank you so much !

This is a poem in celebration of my parents they had quite a time of it one way or another

In the Guardian's Whats on I am intrigued to see how The Welsh Fire Men (outdated terminology) get on against London Spirit Men (Spooky) this evening in the cricket

Ambition

Be love when you
Have lost everything,
be love in every breath,
Be love in every thought,
Be love even when It seems
That life has come to nought,
Be love, be love, be love.

© Bernard Pearson

they might be in the freezer mind you the fish fingers there would have a deal more integrity

those wails of a wounded God wonderful line great work

My #poemsabout #darksky with
@alanparrywriter.co.uk
@thebrokenspine.co.uk

Night has come
the land waits for moonrise

Rabbit watches from her hole

Vixen eyes the shape before her

Something moves brokenly
screams in anguish
agony and terror

As moonlight strikes

very evocative

You've got it Carolyn and thank you so much

The Eagle has landed

and so many through your good auspices

Oh you are too kind thank you as always for taking the time to give us feedback such a great community

Not forgetting Marvels new superheros AntiVax The Needleless and his side Kick Bleachboy !

I really love this chaps work

Claire thank you so much 😀

Oh cheers Paul, thank you

I, Nuckelavee My mouth is wide, I breathe on your ripe crops make them wilt, breathe plague into your horses. My vein and muscle is not wrapped and topped by skin, poisoned and scalded by doses of water from the black sky I retreat into saltwater waves back to mother who tries to keep me close bound to her sweet all the length of the hot days in summer. Come winter my hooves canter ashore, two headed, my horse head a living wave, tall as if a rider my body grown through the horses back, my other head, one eye ball, wide mouth agape, my arms trail down touch earth, I bring drought, disease, your prayers and worse.

For ##poemsabout #BlackSky. Kudos to @thebrokenspine.co.uk and @alanparrywriter.co.uk.
Here's one from my collection "As Folktaleteller":

I believe thats whats planned

thanks Mike I think that is broadly true

sparse exquisite writing from the heart thanks for sharing

Brilliant! I really love this, Bernard.

rich in forboding and elegant verse high quality stuff Paul

Oh Rachel you are kind thank you😀

Thank you so much Sue !😀