Poetry 2

A few more Haiku today, getting into writing poetry again is difficult. For it to work the hand, heart, and mind must all synchronise.

Gull over water.
Dips his wings,
Turns away south.

In the dulling rain,
A thousand stabbing needles,
of in-consequence.

This came to me when reading a book about propaganda.

Politicians and words

The politician Breezes, our country wheezes.
Change we can believe in.

You kiss the babies, and young ladies.
The real alternative.

You turn , you duck, you avoid the muck.
Are you thinking what were thinking?

You curse those feckless banks, while helping them close ranks.
The buck stops here.

Support a cause, you're having fun, I really do mean this one.
Think globally, act locally.

He wages wars, which come to our doors.
No war but class war.

At the husting, to support your lusting.
Never been had so good.