This ever-evolving collection of contemporary rhyming poetry features many of Ross Adamson’s best and newest poems, including selected works from his latest book.
Adamson’s rhymes are often fiery, rebellious in spirit and not for the faint-hearted. Some contain strong language and explore adult themes so please proceed with caution.
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Depression is a washout lens,
Infusing hues with grey.
It dulls the best sensations
And enshrouds the brightest day ...
‘We'd like to thank you, one and all,
For coming on this trip;
But, sadly, owing to this squall,
Your crew’s abandoned ship ...
As ghostly as a graveyard
In the murky depths of night,
His eyes are like extinguished fires,
Long gone the gift of light ...
Blue Monday is here, the media says:
A day of despondence and gloom.
But really it’s only a marketing ploy
To get us to spend and consume ...
Door for the rich bloke –
Grand, at the front;
Door down a side lane
For the poor c**t ...
A tyrant Saudi king dies
And we fly the flags half-mast,
Despite their human rights abuses,
Now and recent past ...
How nice of you to publish
Your thoughts on everything.
What well-informed opinions –
A wit and wisdom spring ...
Just one percent of people
Own half of global wealth.
They keep their fortunes tucked away
With tax-evading stealth ...
They say ‘hydraulic fracturing’
Is what this country needs,
So, against expert opinion,
Our Prime Minister proceeds ...
Welcome to the temple
Of the god you bought ...
You want that brand new gadget
And you crave the latest gear,
Despite the fact it’s over-priced
And ‘out’ within a year ...
You only see me on good days.
On bad days I suffer alone.
When feeling half-dead,
I curl up in my bed
And I hide from the world on my own ...
Peekaboo! They’re watching you.
The streets have eyes, the walls have ears.
They track and log your every move.
They own your hopes, they craft your fears ...
I’ve reached the conclusion
That life’s an illusion
And death’s just the end of the show.
But one thing’s uncertain:
At the fall of the curtain,
What happens and where do we go? ...