Showing posts with label James Bessant. Show all posts
Showing posts with label James Bessant. Show all posts

Monday, 14 July 2014

Sacrifice‏

There were parents
Who offered their children to the Gods
Sacrificing their genetic future
Cleansing with offspring blood
The assumed sins of the community.

And there were Kings of old
Confirming their right to heaven
Sacrificing their earthly wealth for money and psalms
Forever glowing candles to be lit
To the glory of newer Gods.

We thought them simple
We thought them delusional
Despite all the noble intent

And yet still we cannot resist
The immortality bestowed
Sacrificing our human credibility
By the funding of
A $40,000 potato salad.

© James Bessant 2014

Potato salad Kickstarter stokes internet ire

Tuesday, 22 April 2014

Time to Go.

 Would that we all had a say
In that moment, the very day
That death sends us upon our way
To the oblivion we know nought of.

There is a gain for the state
An easy pension to calculate
At whatever is the going rate
But going where? Below or above?

And for our families there is relief
No sudden shocks; bewildered grief
Time for goodbyes, long or brief
Yet still the tears will flow.

But what power to us to have that choice
Of saying "That's enough" and give it voice
To know when you're ready to rejoice
And celebrate your life now it's time to go.


© James Bessant 2014
James has provided a Soundcloud Link to hear him read his poem.  https://soundcloud.com/j-bessant/time-to-go
James lives in London with his family, and has been writing stories and poems for some years. He blogs when he can at http://jamesbessant.blogspot.co.uk/


Thursday, 19 December 2013

No Laughing Matter

Oh the grip the greedy lawyers have
In league with the corporations
Over every aspect of our lives
Including our charitable donations.

By decree investments must be safe
And returns to be maximised
Disqualifying the ethical funds
In favour of those most despised.

And though the progress on the ground
Is positive; Improvements made
Charity still boosts the coffers and backs
Tobacco, Alcohol & the Arms Trade.

So the rich win again
In their game of take, take, take
Killing off kindness, hijacking humanity
When will their death-grip break?

© James Bessant 2013

Comic Relief Accused of Investing in Tobacco
James lives in London and is hoping to get back to writing stories and poems regularly again. He also blogs occasionally.

Tuesday, 20 August 2013

Savannah Westminster

In the grasslands of Westminster
They prowl
With hyena laugh
And vulture cowl.
Dividing up
The leavings; A carcase
Of the country
Of us.
Taking advantage of the weak
The fair minded
The generous
And the kindest.
They never work
For what they take
And never give
Watch out!
They might take yours
While you still live.

© James Bessant 2013

http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-politics-23691209


James lives in London, and with a two month old baby, considers it a success if he gets to put pen to paper; He also blogs occasionally.

Wednesday, 6 February 2013

Hazard

Flash up the warning lights.
Switch on parental controls.
The following programme contains:
Violence
Racisim
Bad Language
Homophobia
Sexism

Take caution,
Contents are hazardous,
And not suitable for children.

May contain small parts,
Compensated by money,
And fast cars.

If consumed,
See a doctor immediately.

© James Bessant

Hazard may face longer ban

Biography: James lives in London, and has been writing stories and poems for some years. His blog can be found at www.jamesbessant.blogspot.co.uk

Monday, 4 February 2013

Swallowed

Time and tide wait
For no man they say
But here the tide swallows
The whole of the bay.

Where once we called home
The ocean laps high
We swam and we paddled
And we waved it goodbye.

But the waves kept on coming
And still they rise now
Oh to stem back the waters
I wish I knew how.

I'll wait for that message
A voice in the dark
To tell me that it's time
To begin on my ark.


© James Bessant

Sea Change: the Bay of Bengal's vanishing islands

James lives in London, and has been writing stories and poems for some years. His blog can be found at jamesbessant.blogspot.co.uk

Sunday, 13 January 2013

Sunday Review

Here in Cornwall, so far as the weather is concerned, we have had a dismal beginning to 2013. For much of the time a heavy grey mist has engulfed the beauty of our landscape and, in the intervening periods, we have been treated to - yes, you've guessed it - yet more heavy rain. Because of this, like Jessica Traynor in Nollaig Na mBan, I too could wish for 'a day disrobed' that looks beyond 'January's darkness/to search for the horizon's light'. Equally, I could wish for 'a little more promised each day'. On Tuesday, however, far from the promise of light, David Mellor's  It's Breaking News reminded us of the media's appetite for tragedy and of the fact that, all too often, the perpetrators of the most terrible violence are 'rewarded' by a perverse kind of celebrity while 'those who have gone / have no name'. Here at Poetry 24,  we ended the year sadly in the shadow of the Sandy Hook shootings and, with the greatest respect to the poets who wrote so powerfully in response to that tragedy, we hope and pray that this year no such poems will be penned.

On Wednesday, Philip Johnson's Fantuckinfastic Ideas gave us a sharp-tongued and insightful response to the recent proposal  that we should legislate against high levels of fat, sugar and salt, particularly in those products targeted at younger people. Then, on Thursday, our own Hamish Mack gave us Australia Ablaze, a delightfully spare and understated piece that ironically reassures us that we 'can / maintain our / lifestyles' but quietly asserting that we may 'make our children pay'. Then, on Friday, it was me again with 'A Dream of Retirement'. (I make no apologies for having a bit of a rant. There is, in my opinion, not enough of public ranting going on at the moment.)

Moving swiftly on, however, we arrive at Saturday and James Bessant's 'Food for Thought'. This was a piece that posed important questions about prevailing attitudes towards food and about the way in which western society both produces and markets it. Thank you, James, for ending the week on a note that may be uncomfortable for many of us. It is fitting that we should remember that, as we in the west hit our January diets, there are those, far too many, who may starve.

That said, I wish all our readers well. Please, if you will, spread the word. In order to continue this important work, we need your submissions. Remember: Poetry 24, where news is the muse.


Saturday, 12 January 2013

Food for Thought


2bn tonnes of food waste
Would be deemed in bad taste
If it ever got as far
As reaching our plates.

Those unharvested crops
Not good enough for the shops
Could still make their way
To hungrier States.

We're too picky to eat
The wings or thigh meat
Forgone taste and smell
For those sell by dates.

We should eat what we grow
We should reap what we sow
Encourage action now, not leave it
To the fates.


© James Bessant 2013



Biography: James lives in London, and has been writing stories and poems for some years. His blog can be found at www.jamesbessant.blogspot.co.uk