Poetry as Socio-proctology

Ye Jamsheds who hold the Earth in fee Your cups belie ecstasy. Tho' Khayyam's songs the Heavens scry That Galaxy is wrong in ...

A bunch of gangsters move into your neighborhood and start beating up everybody and stealing anything they can get their hands on. Some loca...

I recall, as a boy of 14, thrilling to the sight of huge muscular coal miners suddenly appearing on the leafy lanes of Cricklewood in suppor...

The Bhagvad Gita tackles Arjuna's Vishada (Depression) which arises when he realizes that by doing his duty as a warrior in the Kurukshe...

Love, Ghalib, is a losing bet Memory maximises but regret Anarchy's price let Ind entail Kalidas, thy Martingale The Qasida...

The recent electoral success of UKIP has suddenly made the British Struggle for Independence newsworthy. For too long, the British people ha...

 Upon the latch of your gate, since I erect, with no word spoken, Natch, my Estate,  you'll only detect by heard token Sh...