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Peter Bickerton (Juggling Doctor)
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Plant scientist, communicator, writer and poet. Passionate about biology, topical poetry and finding creative solutions to global problems.
Plant scientist, communicator, writer and poet. Passionate about biology, topical poetry and finding creative solutions to global problems.

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Shit happens
What happens to the world, when technology dies? Poetry, painting and art came before, Plateaued, Once more. The last switch of the circuit Will become broken, It's for sure. And then, alas, What is left?
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A catalyst for change?
After Apartheid, quite rightfully subverted, The ashes of Mandela's revolution Scatter on the whimsical breeze Of Zuma, as he plies the bribes and piles the coffers. Apartheid, long gone, But better for who? None of those, Supposedly in lieu. And Mugabe, Wh...
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The Honey is Gold
Obsessed with money and gold, but rather more blessed with honey, once we grow old, what room do we have for coins in the purse? To live without food is a curse. a life well lived is a life well nourished - we need bold new ideas for a changing earth, to fl...
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A rage against the machine
A vote to take the power back, a rage against the machine, backfiring as we turn the rifle on ourselves and tie the blindfold, face the bullets, shouting "fire!" we crumple to the floor. A vote to take the power back, a rage against the machine, vague and m...
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Arabesques
That blighted sound of pitter-patter riles my very soul, as meaningless words are typed onto soulless screens and, caged, my body squirms in a windowless vessel. All hopes fade with every smack of the space bar, separating lines of spuriously contemplated p...
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All the king's horses and all the white men
Humpty dumpty sat on a wall, But he was black, so a white man shoved him off. The cracks of bygone days revealed once again. And all the king's men watched on, Not in disgust, but in disdain, How dare he sit on that wall?
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Fake news
Fake news, fake news, fake news is the word since Donald first
spread it, not like his alternative facts were ever in arrears, he just said it, and like a wildflower starts with a stubbed out cigarette, now we come to regret printing the words of this toupé...
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For the many, not the few
How much of a plank do you have to be? The greatest tank in history, Don't you go waltzing Matilda with me. Authoritative to pejorative, your entire presence is derogatory. The holding hands makes a lot more sense in your illusionary majority. Like a crisp ...
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Robbing the Hood
As if the fairy tale were to be lost, Robin Hood and his gallant men In the gallows, at the end, they are found. Theresa not one for sympathy, Nor those that vote her in. Steal from the poor, give to the rich. Robin Hood, Robin Hood, We want to frack in She...
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A Painful Picture
Part 1: A painful picture It paints a painful picture, A technicolour world rendered greyscale. Coral reefs bleached and deceased, algae, pickled, under battery acid seas. A fickle audience consumes Organic vegetables in a plastic bag. And in the stomachs o...
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