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Beneath cooling leaves
we have time to chew the fat
tell me your stories
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by Scooj
Tag: Poetry
Cruella
.
With her Wallace grin
charmless home secretary
plays to gallery.
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by Scooj
- I have never been a fan of Suella Braverman and her far right inflammatory racist rhetoric, but I caught a clip of a debate in the house yesterday in which she offered an insincere and inappropriately pitched ‘tribute’ to Caroline Lucas, the Green MP for Brighton and Hove, who will be standing down at the next election.
Suella Braverman seems to have a rather inflated impression of her own capabilities and wit, and came out with this toxic ‘tongue-in-cheek’ drivel, and was all the while appealing to her fellow Tories, smirking and grinning. Caroline Lucas has class, capability, competence and compassion that Braverman could never, ever achieve.
Braverman appears to be interested only in power, driven by hatred (an element of self-loathing I suspect too)
Lucas appears to be interested in justice (social, economic and environmental) and fairness, driven by compassion.
The two are polar opposites.
Bias
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Desire to be fair
confuses fairness with fact
false equivalence
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by Scooj
- how the climate change debate was massively skewed in favour of fossil fuel interests, to our global demise.
Heracleum mantegazzianum
.
Towering giant
phytotoxicity risk
plant best left alone
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by Scooj
Jay
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CHATTA CHATTA CHAK
lateral iridescence
a pause for a drink
Twin downfall
.
Called out by their lies
a bad day for charlatans
chaos continues
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by Scooj
Play
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Enchanting moment
fox cubs frolic on the bank
innocent playtime
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by Scooj
- Yesterday I was lucky enough to watch three, at least, fox cubs playing on the far bank of the urban River Frome. I was captivated by them, having first heard them rustling in the undergrowth. I watched on for about ten minutes, wishing that I could share the moment with other passer’s by, but there were none. I had to leave because the dog, bless him, was getting restless. He couldn’t see the fox cubs because the river is bounded by a 4ft high wall. My photographs were a bit fuzzy because I was on full zoom, this is one of the better ones.
Smurf
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lost or discarded
where are you all coming from?
should be locked away
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by Scooj
- With apologies for any earworms generated.
Fire
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Thick, dark smoke billows
and drifts slowly across town
the dread of a fire
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by Scooj
Clutch
In a garden sack
full of logs, beneath the deck
a clutch of five eggs
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by Scooj
Natural adventures 