{"id":9676,"date":"2022-01-10T17:50:27","date_gmt":"2022-01-10T17:50:27","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/stuartpoetry.art\/?p=9676"},"modified":"2022-01-10T17:53:58","modified_gmt":"2022-01-10T17:53:58","slug":"silent-poems","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/2022\/01\/10\/silent-poems\/","title":{"rendered":"Silent Poems"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\"><strong>Kite Hovering<br \/>\n<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Oh timid bird<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Do find the courage<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">To settle with me<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\"><strong>Julie Florida<br \/>\n<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Julie Florida stood in an autumn field<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Watching the leaves fall from the central trees<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">A bleak flat west wind chilled her visit<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">So she began to collect flints and gave them to the migrating birds<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">As she waited for the day to fold to into the night that she longed for<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\"><strong>Rage of Ophelia<br \/>\n<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Like an orphan lost you found yourself<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Lost in the deep northern seas<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">This greatly saddened you<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">And in your despair<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">You faded into the rage of your own destruction<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\"><strong>Welcome to the Ice Cells<br \/>\n<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">There are no doors trapping you<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">But you will never escape<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">As the whiteness of the angels wings<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Will blind you without thought<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\"><strong>Revolution (Fragments)<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The people are in a rage<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">This is not an illusion<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I applaud the workers who execute their bosses<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Against their executive cars<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">With sten guns created on the factory floor<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Take to the streets my friends<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Show your displeasure<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Build barricades with furniture from the finest stores<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">You will be hunted by the cops and sycophants<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Who will squeeze your balls<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">But do not worry as the bullets from your perfumed guns<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Will rip their black hearts apart<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The people are in a rage<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">This is not an illusion<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">They are starving and losing their homes<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Nobody cares<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Take aim and remove the malignancy that opposes you<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">This is the will of people<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Keep your doors locked and your fingers on the sweaty triggers<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Even when you sleep<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Do not share your freedom dreams<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Take off your shirts go to your cupboards<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">And encourage your brothers and sisters<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">To break their hiding and join the fight<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\"><em>Stephen Masefield (1954-1973)<br \/>\n<\/em><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\"><strong>Red Sun (Poem of Ophelia)<br \/>\n<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">You greet me with your crimson finery<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">But the grey clouds inhibit your display<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Your beauty is hidden from me<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">But I feel your warmth<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Kite Hovering Oh timid bird Do find the courage To settle with me &nbsp; 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 [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-9676","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9676","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=9676"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9676\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":9679,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9676\/revisions\/9679"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=9676"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=9676"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=9676"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}