A New Declaration – 4th July 2025

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Fifty secessions recommended
for restoration of human rights;
Enslavement to be suspended,
and fifty second-amendment rewrites;

The cowboy boots too small,
the experiment always failing;
There’s freedom for none at all
when the fascists are prevailing;

The right to food not guaranteed
make felons form for looting;
The chaos increasing with speed,
shuttering doors after each shooting;

A tremendous, wonderful thing to see;
a rise and fall so fast;
Selling off the foundations for free,
there’s no way it could ever last;

So fifty secessions needed;
those with virtue, step into the light;
Once the divisions have succeeded,
a second chance to get it right.

Inspired by my own comment on this post at stopdraggingthepanda.

Watching Storms – 3rd July 2025

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Sons, be men and get yourselves laid,
chase easy girls and compare your scores;
it’s the game for generations played;
the winner receives the most applause.



Girl, keep your legs shut, quiet as a mouse;
male privilege will never extend to you;
I never want a whore in my house;
someone else’s daughter would have to do.

Inspired by this article at Tumultuous True Stories by Lindsay Byron

Never Alone – 2nd July 2025

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When news is not information now,
full of alarm and entertainment;
Politics is no longer governance
but just a circus full of distractions;

A world where feeling good
beats what actually is good.

So the product goes unrecognised,
the deceit is ever more efficient;
The mirror only reflects the beautiful;
No craft, no taste, no art, no passion;

Learned to feel good
without learning what is good.

Optimised for consumption,
the comforts counter discovery;
Hacked brains dopamined to diversion;
never alone with a phone in your home.

Perfect End – 1st July 2025

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A wasted day waiting for perfection.

Staring at the mountains
green and dusty around the edges;

The sun’s rising
obscured by damp and grey defences;

Little illumination
penetrates to bring forth joys;

Has the day already been decided?


Staring at the snow white sheet
waiting for the words;

Imagination lost in the ebb
just beyond the groping enquiries;

Little inspiration
steps out of the dark entrances

looking for a flawless scaffold.


Staring at the flowers
fighting through the weeds,

Stunted by the fading foundations,
nests of decay;

Little seedlings
sent to their surrender

waiting for early birds to start their work.


Staring at the western peaks
green and dusty still,

The sun setting
in a glory elsewhere;

Little perfection
broke through to bring forth joys;

The day went as decided.

I Only Wanna Be With You – 30th June 2025

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The images of my mistakes are futile, fruitless words*
Lost in my imaginings of all futures coming true
Falling into emptiness, making everything worse*
No time for others – I only wanna be with you

The angel at my side gives me good advice*
As I was struggling when you came out of the blue
But I refuse to even listen, I just do what I like*
I’m the only one, and I only wanna be with you

All the endless confusion hanging ’round all the time*
Everyone is holding on, we’re all just blowing through
I wanna run away to where all the time is mine*
There’s no other choice – I only wanna be with you

Initially inspired (but not connected to) this post at Spinning Visions, which got me thinking about The Tourists song of the title, as well as the idea of another poem I read today, where they reused lines of a song to form their own work.

The lyrics to that particular Tourists song didn’t inspire me, but I checked out Blind Among The Flowers and so used lines from that instead.*

There is one person who is always there for you, through thick and thin, best to get well acquainted.

Interestingly, I discovered that Blind Among The Flowers is the source of a refrain that often pops up in the playlist of my mind: “Nothing means nothing to me”. That’s been bugging me for years!

Hyde Park – 29th June 2025

~ shaun tenzenmen ~ 7 Comments

It’s damp and dark,
walking here alone,
wandering Hyde Park,
far away from home;

Just wanting a hold,
anything that soothes,
feet freezing cold,
shuffling in wet shoes;

A future unclear,
a past to forget;
ending up right here,
rattled by regret;

Searching for arms
to comfort and explain;
thundering alarms,
continues the rain;

Wished to make a mark
before the end of days;
wandering Hyde Park,
lost in so many ways.

Shared with No Theme Thursday and using the picture above as inspiration, which looks a hell of a lot like Hyde Park in Sydney. The feelings expressed in this poem are not exactly mine, though and reflect recent conversations with teenage students searching for themselves and coming up short.