Poems

Not According to Plan.   A PoemByChris Millar Attention. The rights issue is lost on the head in the phone brigade as they just want to get on, and they… Read More »Not Acording to Plan.

The Killjoys are Here. (not to entertain you) Non Compliance. A PoemByChris Millar Opportunity Knocks. So what year did killjoy arrive in the world, did he landfall or the result… Read More »The Kiljoys are Here.

Britain Died. A PoemByChris Millar Britain died as the coronavirus lied Four nations now know who is really on their side The sin condemned, was a massive sin of pride… Read More »Britain Died.

Valhalla Arisen.   A PoemByChris Millar Breakthrough. From the depths of time until the nowNot the holy dues as someones cash cowTaking new stock of all that we areNot so… Read More »Valhalla Arisen.

Playing Both Sides.   A PoemByChris Millar Set Up. When you play the game of middle for diddleIts as bad as what Nero did with his fiddleBoth sides lack a… Read More »Playing Both Sides.

Tick Tock.   A PoemByChris Millar Impeded. Only a minute since last glance lookedPressing time feels well overbookedThe march is raising the hurried paceTo much cramming and not enough space.… Read More »Tick Tock.

Life’s Blood.   A PoemByChris Millar Partnering. That sturdy pulse that rhythmic silent soundThat keeps the life’s blood flowing roundThat on occasions when some eyes we meetThat will sometimes skip… Read More »Life’s Blood.

Who of us is worthy.   A PoemByChris Millar The Self. What makes the mind stilled, till you know what is dearWhen you can stand resolute, without a hint of… Read More »Who of us is worthy.

Paid in Full.   A PoemByChris Millar Attention. Not a growth sector to be foundBut the man unleashes the houndDogging the benefits hits the newsOn a nation that paid its… Read More »Paid in Full.

Aquarius Is Rising.   A PoemByChris Millar In Pisces wake, Aquarius is risingDimensions are shifting and souls are re-sizingLegions of seers were the first to take the leapThey landed with… Read More »Aquarius Rising.

The Rape of George Square.   A PoemByChris Millar The heinous crime in George SquareYou canny see the trees that once stood thereRaped with a chainsaw then a JCBThey never… Read More »The Rape of George Square

The Hero.   A PoemByChris Millar I always loved myth and fable bestWhere a lad would begin a questSeeking a treasure of untold wealthOr magical powers over life and healthPulled… Read More »The Hero

The Mystic Maiden.   A PoemByChris Millar The Priestess sits on lofty throneBetween two pillars all aloneAn open scroll in her handContains all knowledge of our land Silent is her… Read More »The Mystic Maiden

The Charioteer of Life.   A PoemByChris Millar As a charioteer of life, I fightTo control the black horse and the whiteForging them into a willing teamA simple task this… Read More »The Charioteer of Life