Nicholas Mackey

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I write. I take photos. Go figure.

the now

the now

walking alone ahead

uncalmed

shoved into

that darkened bag

of heavy space

thoughts squeezed nervous

by arrowed cruel command

impatient as a virus

hellbent

on what comes next

the tyranny of now

 

fickle existence

can flick nazi-like

through every soul 

sentenced to

noble and ignoble

versions of now

 

where have all the nows gone?

the awareness

the everything

the stone-hearted conqueror

that is now

 

how does now 

become now?

our memory

the museum of now but

But really what is 

NOW?

 

and how will the future

shape now?

 

P.S. The photo is one I took in 1973 of a solitary figure walking on Wilton Terrace by the Grand Canal near to where I spent my childhood in Dublin, Ireland.

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a pandemic verse (written late at night by the River Thames)

a river
hesitant
in the dark
stabbed with light
plays with my mind

crescent sleekwhite
suspended
in aerial pitchblackness
giving false security
as we are dispatched

internet deathline
relentless
in the ether
delivers heaped anxiety
shrinking earthly future dreams

grim tide
merciless
as we fight
a killer virus
while devising universal unity.

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Rosy Cole
Good to see you, Nicholas, and that you wanted share your poignant poem with us. Tragic though this crisis is, it does give us a... Read More
Saturday, 04 April 2020 18:20
Nicholas Mackey
Hi Rosie, I appreciate you taking the time to comment on my poem and thank you for your kind thoughts. Stay well. Nicholas... Read More
Tuesday, 07 April 2020 12:54
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A Brief Brexit Daydream

Artist Name - A-Brief-Brexit-Daydream-12.33pm---Friday-19th-April-2019-1.m4a
As I sit here in a greenish part of London overlooking the Thames, I ponder on the Magical Lost Kingdom of Brexit Forever/Never Never Land as it continues on its unending spiral of self-flagelation, I find my mind drifting back nearly 50 years ago and recall with a smile idyllic family summer holidays spent on the alluring rugged beauty of the Donegal coastline in the far-flung north-west of Ireland. Brexit fades from my consciousness and I can hear the wild Atlantic Ocean breaking on the shore, sea birds are flying overhead and the sunlight dances on my deserted sandy beach that stretches for miles and miles and miles. I remember James Joyce at this point when he pondered, 'Am I walking into eternity along Sandymount Strand?'

Happy Easter 

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Rosy Cole
In transporting landscapes, I have sometimes had the same thought as the one you cite here by James Joyce. Have to confess, though... Read More
Saturday, 27 April 2019 15:23
Nicholas Mackey
Rosy you are a gem to comment in the way that you kindly did as I needed something, anything to help me escape the 'doom-burdened ... Read More
Sunday, 28 April 2019 14:58
Rosy Cole
Thank you, Nicholas :-) The point about vocal telling of stories is important and interesting. Our early ancestors - and even thos... Read More
Saturday, 04 May 2019 16:13
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Parliamentary Parakeet Pandemonium

Dateline: Westminster, London, Friday 5th April 2019

With the emergency repair works to fix the serious roof leak in the Houses of Parliament proceeding, it would appear there's been a blip in the security of the place as you may have seen a tweet from our Glorious Leader that a  pandemonium (apparently that's the correct collective term for a group of these blessed creatures) of parakeets has taken up residence within the House of Commons no less.

It's been quite difficult to gauge numbers of these feathered invaders but officials and MPs who have bravely ventured into the chamber believe that there are upwards of 40 of these birds careering wildly about the place making an unholy racket. It is thought the parakeets got in when one of the large windows in the building was left open for a while.

A number of people who have seen these parakeets have noted that these birds are decked out in a coloured plumage of red, white and blue with a design akin to the Union Flag and furthermore. these birds have been heard 'speaking' English using a weird mix of a cut glass accent laced with what sounds like Yorkshire slang - according to some reports.

These parakeets have also been observed to be well clued-up on Brexit and are given to squawking out slogans and expletives in connection with Brexit unfortunately using the most profane language of a richly textured kind - I would not wish to cause any offence by repeating here some of the obscenities that have been made but I'm sure one's imagination can fill in the gaps as it were.

News sources - in whom I have complete trust of course - surmise that it is conceivable that these parakeets were domestic pets of a UK government minister or well-known Tory MP and have escaped captivity.

Suspicions are now being aroused that these parakeets escaped from the home of a bespectacled  public figure with impeccable finesse and mode of speech to match his élite Eton education who is always smartly dressed in Savile Row suits albeit in the fashion of half a century ago as some of the birds have been heard to squawk the following which I am happy to quote here as being less offensive,

"Ee upp, Jacob lad, you've been stitched up by the mardy Maybot!" and "Ee upp, Jacob there's nowt in this Brexit blethering" and "It's a stitch up, ee upp it's a stitch up!" and even, "Ee upp, Maybot is a wazzock, Maybot is a wazzock, lad".

And also, "Aye, Reez-Mugg forever, aye Reez-Mugg for PM ee by gum" - although the parakeets seem to have something of a pronunciation hiccup with names but the real puzzler is where the parakeets' fluency in Yorkshire dialect has sprung from.

If indeed these birds have escaped from their place of residence supposedly from this well-known conservative Conservative as surmised above, it is now a challenge for the parliamentary authorities as to how this problem will be resolved and the parakeets returned to their rightful owner.

If I receive any further reports on these pesky caterwauling parakeets I will be in touch as I thought you should be kept reliably informed of developments.

Parakeetingly yours,

NM

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Rosy Cole
Spot on reportage! Who needs Laura Kuenssberg? (No, really!) It was rather disturbing, too, how the purple and yellow ones had rea... Read More
Sunday, 07 April 2019 14:25
Nicholas Mackey
Thanks Rosy for reading and commenting on my doggerel. This entire Brexit process lends itself to satire and ridicule of a most ex... Read More
Friday, 19 April 2019 09:55
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