Along The Shortest Distance? Poem by Mark. A Heathcote

To accelerate your soul
On its winding path.
What would you do?
What would you do?
Would you travel like light?
Along the shortest distance?
Would you avoid mingling?
Fraternising with waifs and strays?
Avoid the barflies
And the maggots of society.
As though it was your destiny
To become truly a butterfly.
What would you do?
What would you do?
To repel evil and all the wrong choices
The lies of the ego of corruption
When a weakness becomes your vice,
Your inner strength and peace
And your demise,
And you defend it to the hilt
With your last breath
And then the next defeat.
Do you despise yourself for meandering, of course?
Or do you almost understand
It's all a part of your evolution?
That even light must sometimes bend
And realign to find its true path again.




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Putin, what is your alibi?

Putin, what is your alibi?
Doesn't it make you want to cry?
Doesn't it make you want to lie down and die?
Did you not hear what Pope Francis said?
In the name of God, stop this massacre.
You're carrying more dung around with you.
than an earthworm, a lily beetle, more blood
even than a mosquito or that of a bloodworm
'Isn't that true? '
Putin, does it make you honestly proud?
There's a filthy creature waist-deep.
It is much more redeeming than you.
Putin, your destruction makes your country poor.
Putin, you've now made Russia landlocked.
from the West, and the rest of the civilised world
Just as much as that US cosmonaut joke,
about how he won't be coming back home anytime soon.
Putin, what is going on in that befuddled head?
Are you playing Russian roulette with a revolving gun?
I wish I could pull the trigger instead of seeing
all these innocent Ukrainians lying dead.
My god, what have they done to their old folk?
Women and children must run like they're possessed.
So, not to end up dead. Putin, you belong in a
deep, fiery pit of hell, on a never-ending carousel ride
with bullets ricocheting off the back of your head.
Putin, you deserve to be dead or made into a pit pony.
Never to see the skies or the sun above
You should be made to carry the bones of your dead.
Because this world doesn't have any more love for you.
You're just a rock where shadowy evil serpents dwell.
And even those morose deathwatch beetles cry in.
Putin, what's your alibi?
Doesn't it make you want to cry?
Doesn't it make you want to lie down and die?


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Eyes With Cataracts

They came as martyrs driving Z-tanks waving red flags.
A convoy of soldiers on military exercises
To prevent a Ukrainian collapse
To fix it before it progresses to pulmonary disease.
Artillery was sent in as a visible persuader.
All it says is, 'Surrender, or we will kill you.'
We're your brothers and sisters; we're not invaders.
But once we're here, we're here to stay and take care of you.
They claim that Ukraine is a hornet's nest of fascists.
And if they all submit, we might just let you live.
But all these red liberating saviour maggots
should get on their bellies and pray to leave their queen hive.
Their subjugating mother, Russia, their rogue nation,
Shouldn't you pray for your forgiveness and that of your neighbour?
They aren't dogs; they don't need or require your affirmations.
It's you who are murdering criminal exterminators.
Despots like you always have eyes with cataracts.
It's your body and mind that are diseased; that's the fact.
Let's hope we debauch your currency, and you collapse.
So we can go on living normally and relax.


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Consequences uttered to instil a sense of fear

Today we watched in horror.
The deliberate act of a Russian tank
driving over a moving civilian car
and see the ruined remains of residential tower blocks
The homes of the innocent were destroyed, sending them fleeing.
midwinter into the perilous unknown,
We see people desperately clutching babies, children
and teddy bears to their breast.
While Russia, with all its military arsenal of chess pieces
encircles its prey, threatening the world with its
shelling, closing in on the Zaporizhzhia nuclear plant
like a cat, playing with a globe in its paw.
And to this added horror unfolding
We are all told of crematorium death machines.
how they roll on behind to dispose of their own dead
We are all told the war is to 'de-militarise and de-Nazify'.
that it's an effort to stop any more future violence
But what's clearly on display is genocide.
an invasion of aggressors hell-bent on destruction,
on looting and murder, they claim hysteria
has taken hold of our senses and shortly
We in the West will all come to our senses - again.
We, once a trusting partner, will settle down
and later calmly renegotiate a mutual endgame
That settles for King's stalemate, an equal partnership.
because if you don't, they'll be
consequences greater than any you've faced
in the history of the world.
Because why do we need a world if Russia is not in it?
So, Putin once again has announced he wants
Russia's nuclear deterrence forces are placed on 'high alert'.
and orders the West not to interfere
Again, 'Consequences' was uttered to instill a sense of fear.