Boomtime In Dystopia by Simply Spiffing

In November 2019 my friend from Atlanta Georgia, Chris Ricker, came to Wales for 22 hours. Whilst he was here with his buddy Sean from Florida we recorded this reworking of my lyric Boomtime In Dystopia at LTS studios in Llanon.

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FROM HEARTBREAK TO HOPE

A poem written as we began canvassing in the 2019 election campaign. Seems kinda prophetic now.

From heartbreak to hope as losers we row,
On past winners boat where slumped bodies loll,
Tomorrow another race day beckons,
Tactics change, different strokes to be pulled,
Cox chooses channel, allays all our fears,
Our blades cut the water at course’s end
Row on past winners, once more we must pull,
On down that river from heartbreak to hope.
Way down,
Way way down
From Heartbreak to Hope
Row on, on, on,
Row on,
From Heartbreak to Hope.
Never stop rowing
From Heartbreak to Hope.

Harri Rogers
Pencnwau, Aberbanc
19th November 2019

BURNT FEATHERS

A sonnet from home.

BURNT FEATHERS

I smell burnt feathers adrift on the air,
Mingled with sharp seasoned, iron blood everywhere.
Fires roar round L.A. , deluge tears across town,
Sidney burns,almost, Fukushima frowns.

Acrid taste endures, pain insane, rain blame.
Not my fault, or yours, Johnson mops, plays game!
Inhale burger weed flavour on street breeze,
Weekender – London, beggars on their knees.

Miserable band cuts straight through to me,
Lone trumpet soaring over red blue screen.
Anyone would think, with stench all around,
We might waken up, find some common ground.

But no, drink warm gin, ginger lemonade,
World goes up in smoke, burnt feathers pervade.

Harri Rogers
In the hut
11/11/2019