Dear Younger Versions of Me Who Still Exist in the Form of ‘Other People’ When I was two, I was exactly like you, Trying to run before I could walk, Screamed, for I could not talk. When I was five, I was falling behind But I was inspired To tackle language divide When I … Continue reading I Used to be You
What do we do when the enemy cries? Do we mock their pains, or empathise? What do we do when the racists scream that they want to conserve their liberties? What do we do when classists steal from those who have less material? What do we do when sexists refuse to embrace others as human … Continue reading When the Enemy Cries
The bird wanted the fish to feel How free it was to fly He plucked the fish from the sea And got angry when it died... MG [Moral] Acceptance and cooperation The bird is freest when flying in the sky, whereas the fish is freest in the water. The bird imposed its … Continue reading Free
This limerick is for mums Who work through rain and sun To make sure the family's fed To ensure the kids are well-bred To provide both discipline and fun Mothers all over the world Care for their boys and girls Loving them despite their flaws Guiding them to do house chores Watching as the future … Continue reading Mothers’ Day Limmerick
The romantic in me Falls in love with beauty A beauty so real It remains unseen Tis the beauty of a moment Trees -- nature's monument Grapes -- that will ferment Leaves -- colour grey cement Tis the beauty of people Whose spark makes you feel Whose presence makes you special The beauty of family … Continue reading The Romantic In Me
I loved you once. I loved you twice. I loved you, but never again. MG
Huxley instead of Hardy Tolstoy rather than Tolkien Why Dickens when we've Dostoevsky? Oi, Kafka! Not Kerouac! Get more Wilde then chill with the Wordsworth Bring in Forster and replace Faulkner ...so maybe, just maybe, we could have a generation with jobs instead of “socialist warriors”. #ReviseHowYouTeachLiterature MG
Flash fiction “God, grant us world peace,” prayed the old woman. “God, keep the art alive,” prayed the young man. “Without chaos, there would be no art. Without art, no peace. Peace exists because of chaos, without chaos an artless world would lack peace,” said God. MG
The Curious Adventures of Gordan's Thoughts 