Love Trumps Hate/Mae Cariad yn Trechu Casineb, by Dave Rendle

July 13th is coming
Catch a bus and protest
Greet orange man
With  freedom’s voice
Cast out intolerance
That is accountable to no one
Flaming and flaunting intolerance
Daily releasing sad delapidation
Let’s weave together in unity
Be a speck that proudly stands
Sing together with one voice
Our bubbles shifting together
Hands together, raised high
Cries refusing to be silent
Collectively not frightened
Speaking in different tongues
Against racism and bigotry
Offering no welcome
To a narcissistic clown
Our love will triumph hate
Against a narcissistic clown.

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They teach us (After Tory Britain), by Dave Rendle

They teach us  to be subservient and respectful
To obey their rules, which they change whenever they choose,
Treat us with hatred and derision, humiliation and disrespect
Destroying communities, continuing to insult and neglect.

They teach us about pain and desperation,
Tell us everything’s alright when it isn’t,
Turning a blind eye for their own means
That we’ve been conditioned not to notice.

They teach us, about broken promises, desolation
Ghost like towns, where hope and love has gone,
Levels of greed everywhere, forces of negation
As we stumble and fall, all they offer is rejection.

They teach us, about abandonment and disillusion
Hatred and division seeping daily through our lives
Barbarism and racism swallowing up hearts and mind
Time to depart this darkness, these tides that bind.

They teach us, how to question, rippling waves bursting through
With different rays of possibility,for the many not the few,
Springing back with resilience,bringing a  splash of hope
In  our country sinking in the mire, with faith we can develop.

Fighting Times, by Dave Rendle

People in society currently pecked into pieces

Politicians creating wastelands for generations,

Taking from the poor and giving it all to the rich

Division not progress their ultimate pitch,

Poisoning minds, creating wars of attrition

Continuing to blind us with fear and confusion,

With twisted morality, sullied emotion

Forces of capitalism, driving us in one direction,

Planned poverty,leaving victims in its wake

Homelessness growing that the government make,

Food banks growing in this age of austerity

People daily waking up to distorted reality,

In Grenfell tower people died, government indignation negligible

No deaths in a Salisbury cafe, government reaction incredible,

Their systematically treating us with derision

With conscious games that simply imprison,

Daily now the balancing acts of life hard to handle

People broken, beaten, continue to be strangled,

Held captive by forces of misery and mockery

Time, to take a stand, make demands that set us free;

Break the bonds that bind us, the walls that hide us

Plant seeds of rebellion, rise back in disgust,

Growing stronger lifting, voices high

So loud they will be unable to drown our cry.

Together we are capable of inducing chain reactions

Generating effects that take away maddening distractions,

Leaving the present behind, that is ever so profound

Keep fighting for our lives, until the next round.

Against Gun Violence by Dave Rendle

Sometimes it seems that hope runs out

There seems no end, to waves of violence.

No prayers or thoughts can break the cycle

This endless primal, destructive spiral,

Innocent lives getting lost everyday

Can we not simply destroy the ammunition,

Instead of trigger happiness, stop the madness

So that darkness no longer releases its deadly load,

Is it too late to halt the hate, lament all who’ve been lost

On blood stained streets, where flowers wither,

Tell the NRA no one has right to bare arms

The second amendment has no moral purpose,

Stop the bullets flying, shots from killing

With Gun control heal a wounded nation.

After Dresden (13/2/45 – 13/2/18) by Dave Rendle

Evil falls from all sides
Spits its deadly poison,
In Dresden everyone felt
Horror unimaginable,
No one left alive could escape
As people burned in flames,
Left a mark that forever stained,
Releasing years of mental turmoil
Burning phosperous still today falls
From, Gaza, Iraq to Syria ,
Civilian casualties lost forever
Vanished under cruel clouds of ideology,
Skin and bone melting and disinergrating
Rising today as spectral ghosts.

Anger is an Energy by Dave Rendle

after Carillion)

They try to control us
the old enemy deep outside,
their words are dust
time to brush them away.
The first five years
are always the hardest a headline cries
rubbing salt into milky eyes.
Time to shake, the sleep away
and catch the fire by its throat,
as they feed us lies day after day
hiding our pain behind their laughter.
Sky is angry, wind comes down
launches its bullets, this should be enough,
we are not surrounded yet
we will not be trampled down,
we are still here unrestrained
this is our season too, our time of discontent.
Capitalism is not working
look at the crimes across the globe,
ideological theft for the few, not the many
yet they still make us pay for their greed,
with systematic theft and robbery out of control
don’t go to them crawling back on your knees,
remember anger is our energy too
live with fierce passion, take back what’s yours.

Merry Crassmess by Dave Rendle

This Christmas  try cut down on consumption
release  some compassion, instead of greed,
avoid the Queens speech, seek alternative news
seeds of another society, that takes away the blues,
in this winter of discontent, it’s time to rise
keep on planting the seeds of insurrection,
because they’re  trying to break us in pieces
in the name of austerity, and government lies,
making people, beg, borrow and steal
people in charge treating its citizens like garbage,
as media shields us from  cruel reality
makes some think everything is fine,
the future must change, we must continue to fight
those that dictate, what we can say or what we can do,
beggers all of us, refusing to take the crumbs they give
merry crassmess to all, another world is possible.

Passing Christmas lights by Dave Rendle

Passing colours glowing, tinsel hung high
Christmas lights, shimmering and sparkling
the smell of food, enticing on tongue
another world lingers though
a different reality resides
in the corner of our eyes
beyond the tragedy of hunger
the waste of consumerism
austerity that daily bites.
For some now the air drips with sadness

as the cold season blows again
people on long and tiresome journeys
drifting among thrift stores
food banks and charity shops
as the sky above turns dark and grey
citizens left wanting, running on empty
struggling on, feeding on misery and decay.

Perhaps some small acts of kindness
will be sufficient to keep some gladness alight
against buffeting winds, strength can grow
allow people to decorate hearts with hope
fill glasses full of reason and some cheer
with little things, perhaps time will heal
abandon the past, infiltrate the future
share some sustenance of survival.

Yesterday was hell, still searching for heaven by Dave Rendle

Yesterday I searched for something
some hope I guess, but could not find it,
what  else was  bloody needed
so I begged ,prayed and pleaded,
mind in array, how could I actually tell
no answers came all seemed like hell,
as politicians pillaged and clouds turned dark
left their truly horrible inedible mark,
I searched for solutions ever so far away
but lacked religion a God that could rearrange,
found some power on the streets instead
friends like me still hungry for change,
fighting, struggling for an end to this mess
releasing  thoughts of another world instead,
as this planet whirled on the path of destruction
searching for that elusive place called heaven,
a place where we could all find salvation
a kinder place that can’t be broken or stolen.

A Beautiful Resistance by Dave Rendle

Among tides of wild currents

Freedom spreads beautiful resistance

flying strong on winds of existence,

some will try to steal our thunder

tempt us into  places of fear and hate

but like the breezes that blow with persistence

mighty are minds that follow this source,

with compassion will help deliver tyranny’s end

for the lives of the many, not the hands of a few

beyond the darkness of our current days

there is strength in a crowd of solidarity,

with people’s power, the future looks bold

we can create and build a fairer world,.

following  paths of love and equality

our desires can continue to be shared,

carrying rainbow flags of diversity

refusing to be silenced or usurped

each night and day dreams will live

sowing hope in  hearts, seeds of change

onwards we rise,never to  disappear.

..

 Poem inspired by attending rally in Haverfordwest 13/10/17.

National Poetry Day Freedom poems part 2: Hungry for Freedom by Dave Rendle

So long as a human being thirsts for freedom
and is shackled in a concrete cage
without charge under a policy universally condemned
called administrative detention
I will sound alarms.

and if my poetry drifts towards polemic
I will make no apology
with the absence of the unseen in mainstream news
I will spread their dreams and hopes.

So long as bulldozers
destroy peoples homes
and walls are built that divide and uproot
I will raise my voice.

and when peoples lands are stolen
daily from under their feet
I will not be cowed into silence.

When rules of law are twisted
that allow voices to be unheard
I will not feign blindness
pretend ignorance
I will try to be an echoe.

and if some are allowed
to steal the richness
from peoples souls
I will stand up
and stamp my feet.

and will proudly raise my fist
proudly raise my fist.

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Broken ( After visit to London, September 2017) by Dave Rendle

I heard the crying of the birds

as music sailed into tragic sky,

passing lonely figures with express

ionless gaze, sitting sightless and mute,

their only comfort a strong weatherproof can

almost naked in their cages, neglected and worn,

faces stained with sadness and bitter pills

the marks of battered existence,

sheltering among cardboard in open view

broken and torn, losing sense of hope,

with aching belly’s, empty pockets

flicker of dreams slowly evaporating,

struggling, drifting on streets of anguish

the pavements they sleep, not laced with gold,

as rain poured down, to lash skin and souls

others  rushed on by in search of entertainment

troubles they will keep as another world turns.

and politicians walk on paths of indifference.

Anti-Fascist Poem by Dave Rendle

Dedicated to Heather Heyer R.I.P
..
There should be no platform
For bigoted people with fascist views,
It’s time to block and remove the space
That promotes superiority of white race,
Alt right equals Nazi, it’s as simple as this
Provoking Nazi salutes, spreading hate.
..
Yesterday Heather Heyer was murdered
In Charlottesville, USA, this occurred,
during an anti fascist demonstration
By stagnated forces of negation,
Enough is enough people cry
We do not forget, we do not forgive!

Fascism does not arrive as a friend
Already using the language of persecution,
Daily threatening minorities and the vulnerable
Spreading message of repugnance and hate,
Harassing, prejudiced and spreading fear.
They will never be given a welcome here.
..
40 years ago the fascists were beaten
At the battle of Lewisham,
Intolerance was not accepted
Today we must face them again,
Standing together, proud and strong
We will resist, they shall not pass.

For Grenfell Tower : a poem by Dave Rendle

It is nearly summertime, but it’s increasingly getting very bitter.

Theresa May not capable of shaping society for the better

Getting daily free food and accommodation and so much more,

Just adds insult to injury to  those already feeling  sour

Victims of Grenfell Tower fire, without food,  no roof over head

Feeling abandoned a community mourns for their dead.

..

The Queen,  managed to walk the streets, for some this was noble

Had at least made the effort to leave her palace of gold,

After many poorer people had died in  raging inferno

Maybe she found time to witness the cracks of division,

The feelings of despair and rage as the Prime Minister hid

Streams of rage currently growing stronger until she is rid.

..

There are almost 20,000  Ghost homes sitting empty in London.

Many left on the streets feeling the heavy weight of burden,

And the Crown Jewels value means nothing at all to those lost

Nor the CEO’s receiving  millions  as a reward  for cutting costs

While fire resistant cladding is 24 pounds per square metre

Money still keeps getting wasted on those that don’t deserve it.

..

As a  people’s need for justice grows bigger and bigger

And the scent  of anger keeps blowing through our streets,

We are connected by faultlines of separation and inequality

Certain lives are still considered more important than others,

As smoke drifts, lets not forget the crimes of greed and selfishness

remember the victims, harmed by the crime of recklessness.

..

The future will look back in anger and deep everlasting shame

Until there is justice and those responsible are apportioned blame,

This tragedy will not be forgotten and nothing  will ever be enough

For those that are daily caught up by the effects and anxiety of poverty,

Revealing the wealth disparity that crawls through our days

Let the healing begin, time now to abandon division.

Squatter in the House by Dave Rendle

There’s a dangerous squatter in the house
With a lust for power, playing with our lives,
In league with dark forces, even dodgier friends
Hope will try to stop her, driving us round the bends,
Spreading insecurity, contradictory  policy
Getting into bed with DUP monstrosity,
She’s like a bad joke wearing thin
Rally irritating getting under skin,
Who  said the naughtiest thing she’d ever done
Through fields of wheat as a child she once run,
Would be endearing if she had not spread  misery
Pushed so  many  of us into grinding poverty,
This profiteer of capital and shares for personal gain
As she tears up her manifesto, she really has no shame,
Soon we’ll feel a warm glow when she’s gone
As time keeps the pressure on her to jog on,
Her policies of instability creating to much pessimism
At least we can  thank her for bringing back socialism.

For the many not the few by Dave Rendle

In desperate times  people demand another way

Beyond the stealth  that devours our lives,

The cruel division of  current leaders creeds

Tory polices creating much worry and dismay,

Spreading poverty and indignity

Wanting us to beg and get down on our knees,

There are too many scars and cracks

Hidden away by a right wing media,

Time to abandon this transparent vision

Spare us all from fatuous condescension,

We can shed our tears, walk again with honour

Garlanded around us red roses of hope,

Build a future of kindness and fairness

After May has gone, sing celebratory song,

Living and defending  one another

For the many not the few.

Light Rises Up by Dave Rendle

When  blinded by our differences
Life often makes no sense at all,
It’s enough to darken the soul
The world  falling  apart at the seams
Nothing left but blood and bodies
Images that haunt our compassion
Some people will shout for vengeange
Others  will sing songs of peace and love
Finding  time to  ease the pain
candles among the darkness.

Mourning the loss of innocents
That fall on this twisted earth
United in grief and solidarity
We stand together and cry
Carrying the weight of heartache
The need for blind retribution must die.
Step by step we can run from  fear
try to reconcile ourselves with one another.

Clinging on to healing overtones
Find the strength and courage to move on
To a place where hate refuses to grow
Too much pain keeps us suffocating
Not sure we can withstand much more.
Lets spread  tender inclinations
Build bridges out of  destruction
In moments of despair cling on.

There is much in life worth saving
But we have to keep working together
Otherwise the same old divisions take hold
And the second we close our eyes
Every advance we’ve ever made
Drowns in  pools of  impossibility
Hold hands now with your neighbour
Share what you have in common
Beyond different sadnesses, light rises up.

To The Politicians by Dave Rendle

They will offer you

a handful  of inflated emotion,

tie you up in knots

having eaten their fill,

will not do anything you ask for

whilst continuing to deliver soundbites,

eager to show that they do really care

will continue to offer you handshakes,

full of lies and deceipt

with warped sense of logic,

as the pain frosts over our breaths

offer us scraps of austerity,

whilst  hours draw by keep us unsatisfied,

continue their games to bend and shape us

apart from a few, most of collassal self-importance,

with their rhetoric full  of emptiness

deliver to us, utter complete disrespect,

it is up to us to stir their will

in sweet sheer defiance,

carve a new domain

into which, us they must serve,

instead of corporations and lobbyists

and others with a lust of power,

deliver us human foundations.

built on us concepts of truth

that can be seeds of future’s rebirth.

Do not feed the Trolls by Dave Rendle

( a poem written after  an encounter with an internet troll)

They simply do not give a damn
especially when on social media
where everything makes them angry
but without the gift of articulation
every time they open their mouths
release a torrent of abuse and profanity
do not try not to feed them
or massage their twisted egos
they will just carry on mocking
poking aggressively with idiocy
spreading messages of hate and prejudice
poisonous voices of this new world disorder
who will try to destroy your compassion
your sensitivity and reason 
leave them alone they have no allure
let them continue making fools of themselves
am sure one day soon they’ll get their due.

Counting down the days to Christmas by Dave Rendle

It’s a wonderful time of the year

for many trapped and living in fear

caught by a malicious system

drowning in debt,facing it all alone,

benefits cut, holding on as best they can

spending many days with heads in hands,

hearts aching, tears rolling down cheeks

counting down the days to Christmas.

..

Have you seen the alternative news

that exposes this conscious cruelty?

Government  robbing people of self respect

left in sullen days of  abandonment,

people with no heating, sitting around freezing,

listening to reality blues, life in gloom

trying to fight, pick up the pieces

counting down the days to Christmas.

..

Its difficult to find any hope

or feel the presence of any holy spirit,

in this season when things  fall apart

people caught up in  war zones,

refugees  fleeing for their lives

lovers slowly dying of terminal disease,

refusing to surrender, releasing resistance

counting down the days to  Christmas.

..

I can’t handle another bloody Christmas song

my will is already being pinched and broken,

by adverts spreading the disease of capitalism

tinsel,glitter and fairy lights masking crisis,

at a time of the year many now come to dread

too difficult to contemplate, let alone celebrate;

scrambling our way through the fog

counting down the days to Christmas.

..

A time for peace,goodwill and generosity

but the world’s stage makes this difficult,

leaving many facing sleepless nights

long drawn out days of thrift,

so try not to forget the cheated, the old

the poor and the sick, the weak

cast aside, forced to tighten their belts

counting down the days to Christmas.

..