Peter Rose

Peter Rose

Collections of "my" vocal essays with additions, are available as printed books ASIN 197680615 and 1980878536 also some fictional works and some e books available at Amazon;-

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  • Peter Rose
    Published 3 years ago
    Winter and Summer

    Winter and Summer

    A winter day No burning log, sparking bright, no mulled wine for the night. Instead we have a satellite, Showing pictures of others wealth, all brimming with fake good health. All round the world, seen by stealth? This all false and insincere, might as well be seated here. Watching over winters mere At least the cold and damp are real, not acted camp. So light the smoking lamp. Let us live as real as can, go without the spray on tan and march about like a man. The dogs come alive At least they do thrive, awaiting dusk to arrive. Muzzles pointed at the bird if we could gain but a third we would eat more than curd. The bread oven fires are low, The water swirls with undertow I wait to kill such a pretty foe. One bird must die that we can eat, The family needs, this my feat Thin gruel does not starvation meet. We who live out side the promised land, we the followers of the band. We who are thought of, as the sand. So plentiful we do not stand. Ignored by those who are so grand, Yet who need us for their egos fanned. They who falsify the soap show brand and use an audience so canned, They know how false the stuff they peddle Yet the mass of which we are part, not meddle We allow the mediocre To rule our lives. The winter of our discontent! Bards brave words, of conflict meant seem like manna from heaven sent. We who starve of poets best stay in winters coldest rest While what we get, is such a test. Good people in dis-pare When leaders are so rare And virtue is sold at fair The sun makes no show. Greyness flows over all, damp and cold a bitter foe this time when leaves do fall. With warmth so short. This is a season of mist and mellow fruitfulness? Now we need stout gloves on fist May be in times long gone, When pale sun still shone, Now all is grey and bereft. Summers shadow all that's left, but shadows are cold and thin waiting light to let life begin. Seasons flow along with time just as poet seeks a rhyme some work and some do mime Spring will follow winters dark morning rise before dogs can bark greet the returning lark Harvest will again come round with corn again to pound And living will be sound. In a Suffolk Garden Now that summer brings long awaited holiday We sit in Suffolk’s green and pleasant land, Under cathedral sky and distant slopes Birds and butterflies soak the sun’s warm ray. Some make for the sea with miles of golden sand While the wise just sit, sip wine and cope.
  • Peter Rose
    Published 3 years ago
    Climate Change: Time to Rethink?
  • Peter Rose
    Published 3 years ago
    Can Democracy Be Improved?
  • Peter Rose
    Published 3 years ago
    Drink, Future and Boredom

    Drink, Future and Boredom

    I need a drink by Peter Rose The day has gone bad all around are sad promises not kept girls have wept So hard to think so I need a drink. I have tried the brightest till face seems tightest the smile in face of pain hope to radiate the gain yet all around do sink so I need a drink No good turn goes un-punish Mr Wild sour not funnies To lift all moods of discontent my aim, but risked the rent no cash to bring a lighter link so I need a drink. Rhymes pour out of mind seeking similar of kind. Sadness it does entwine that love of mine. No meeting at the brink so I need a drink. I am flat broke just like most folk. without a bean heard not seen. certain no mink I need a drink. The dog needs shoes, a beggars ruse. cash to collect, insult, to the intellect. but who dares think? I need a drink church men fat and round hark only to distant sound we poor at their door are not what prayers are for we are being allowed to sink I need a drink politicians wail and weep safe in medieval keep pass laws on how men may speak yet most have souls that reek when has one dared to think I need a drink *************** The future for humanity by Peter Rose In times before steam , when the horse was the king. When workers needed strength of muscle only, educating workers did not add to wealth making. When industrial processes stopped the use of pony, workers who could read and write became a must. Now we have technology so complex, all old social structures have turned to rust. Workers need degrees in science just to send a text. So now we educate numbers in great masses, but automate the work to reduce numbers needed. Leaving nations with surplus lads and lasses, and only good pay for cleverest who succeeded. Equality of choice is a sad myth. Politics of lies rules these days, certainty is that some humans have a gift, more valued than bright suns rays. They are not better people, nor even more wise, but when value is measured just in cash, privilege comes from raised with intellect of size, long gone are days when value was in courage rash. We have populations so very vast, yet robots to work and lower costs. We educate the young to expect things to last, then change to rules lest profits do frost. Even if business has a conscience, they to can fail, when only money made more and more, is measure of a success not frail. If not make greater profit, the boss is shown the door. So now we have waiters with degrees, and millions with no ambition, unless we count lust for pop star fees. There should be ruling elite in contrition, yet they tell their lies; and hope things will change. These the ones who should make things happen, press on and live in freedoms wide range. The great truth the population needs capping, is one that they fear to share. They make laws of what can be said, claiming this is their great care, and ignore tomorrows dread. What great leap of science, of great invention, will expand our needs for human souls? What great progress of human momentum, will push us as steam did in days of old. Grasping travel to the stars, and reaching, for a destiny, can not happen, if this years profit is all we are seeking. We must expand our reach and never slacken. Stagnations leads to death and decay, so reach out and make the effort, else humanity will have had its day. Humans have evolved from primeval churning, our minds developed, to lift to great heights. In the times we have now, many are returning, to mindless survival and moronic rights. We pander to evil, considering ourselves compassionate, Life has to be so much more than physical survival. Yet every media station praises false celebrity passionate. Let us change to become, every human perfection to rival. We are all different and bring fresh foods to the feast, let all develop talents and become complete let each one add to the whole all valued as the least. Fewer people but all living life replete. Valued for what they add, not the cash they take, Sweep away the laws en mass, do no harm by intent, this the only rule of law,harm done by mistake, atonement to those that lost, should be sent. Politicians and those bureaucrats, all similarly false have usurped the power of simple life. Real humanity has been robbed of its pulse, complexity and false values have become so rife. We need both food and shelter safe from storm, freedom to live and breath and work our minds. Now all else has robbed us of our norm. We all bring differences to the rhymes, with fewer and freedom to succeed, in individual aims and goals. Each bringing more others to feed, from ideas way out of normal souls. All is valued for the effort, not for payment vast and obscene. Forget all lawyers and laws of tort, Justice must reign serene.
  • Peter Rose
    Published 3 years ago
    Death, Domesticity and Do Not Expect
  • Peter Rose
    Published 3 years ago
    The Future for Mass Transit Systems