"Wanderer in a Storm" by Julius von LeypoldA Poem on the State of the World, by Rod Walford The Society July 4, 2020 Culture, Deconstructing Communism, Poetry 12 Comments Fallen Leaves You can’t stop leaves from falling in the autumn of their lives, And you can’t stop bees returning to the safety of their hives, And you cannot stop deception as it flows from your T.V., Or the garbage mainstream media spews out incessantly. You can’t help the reporter who can barely spell or write, Who is full of stupid questions and who can’t tell rude from right, Or the loaded politician lacking any form of candour, Or the advertising moguls with their twisted propaganda. So we all become frustrated with the bullshit and the dross And the helpline operators who don’t really give a toss; Misguidance and deception are the order of the day; Now the woke brigade are rising adding folly to the fray. No you can’t stop leaves from falling in the autumn of their lives, And you can’t stop bees returning to the safety of their hives And you cannot save the Jumblies in their sieve upon the sea,* As they spin around and wallow, they are drowning helplessly. *reference to a poem by Edward Lear Rod Walford is an Englishman living in Auckland, New Zealand and has been writing poetry for some 25 years. He is a semi-retired diesel fuel injection engineer. He has self-published several books of rhyming poetry including “Timeless,” “Real Poetry for Real Women (written by a man),” and “One Hour before the Dawn.” Access his website here: www.rodwalfordpoetry.com NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who disrespects you. Simply send an email to email@example.com. 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Reply Rod Walford July 6, 2020 Thank you too Lawrence – sad to have to write about such things but poets are commentators and everyone is entitled to my opinion! Reply Susan Jarvis Bryant July 5, 2020 Your poem is a sad sign of the times, Rod. The poetic build up to the Jumblies reference serves to enhance the message. The message for me is that no matter what history, our friends, or the truth tells those who refuse to believe they’re in a fight for their lives, they will still refuse to believe they’re in a fight for their lives. The sensible among us are thinking, what on earth will it take?… the sad thing is, the sensible among us know. I love the image of the constancy of leaves and bees, and I also love your deft rhyming of candour/propaganda. Thank you, Rod. Reply Rod Walford July 6, 2020 Thank you Susan – your feedback is always encouraging and much appreciated. I happened to be sitting in our Conservatory one afternoon watching the autumn leaves falling from our Japanese Cherry tree and my thoughts drifted ….then a Bee flew past and I reached for Notebook on my phone and about 20 mins later – Voila! It might not be world class but it was fun – and truthful. Kind regards – Rod. Reply Susan Jarvis Bryant July 6, 2020 Rod, the end result speaks the truth beautifully. I appreciate you telling me the origin of this poem. The writing process always fascinates me, and I have written many a poem in the same way you have… the dart of a dragonfly, the dip of a swallow, the zip of a hummingbird… and, Voila! In no time at all, a poem. I wish you many more fun-filled hours with nature and words – I, for one, most certainly benefit. Jeff Kemper July 5, 2020 Nicely done, Rod! I can’t help thinking, beyond all possibility, that a prominent “progressive” will emerge as a David Horowitz figure. But, of course, he would be minimalized as was Horowitz. It’s happening to Leo Terrell already. And that inevitability is just what your poem aptly expresses. Reply Rod Walford July 6, 2020 Thank you Jeff ! I can only hope you are right on your first point but I fear you would also be right on your second. It may be that common sense may rise like Lazarus one day and be restored but I’m not holding my breath. The word “progressive”, once taken to mean “forward looking” seems to have been well and truly hijacked by the so-called “woke” sector and now encompasses so many negatives that I cringe when I hear it ! Reply Dave Whippman July 6, 2020 Very approachable, and topical too. Well written. Reply C.B. Anderson July 8, 2020 Nice work, Rod. I especially liked the “you can’t” anaphora. Reply Rod Walford July 9, 2020 Thank you C.B. – always appreciate your thoughts. Best regards! Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. 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