Mike Falconer

Forgotten

His name is Ashkan Asadian
And he is a forgotten hero
A hero with a message of peace
A message that does not fit the narrative

His name is Ashkan Asadian
And he tackled the mentally ill man who stabbed two Jewish men in Golders green
He tried to disarm him and then trapped the attacker in a greengrocers with a shopping trolly
Allowing one of the victims to escape

His name is Ashkan Asadian
And he is originally from Iran
His message is that religion does not matter
That we are all human
While his country is being bombed as pedophile distraction

His Name is Ashkan Asadian
When you conflate religious identity with a genocidal state
All criticism of the genocide becomes religious intolerance
It’s not
Although flying the Israeli flag at a march against anti-semitisim does not help

His name is Askan Asadian
And his story deserves to be told as loud as other narratives
Like the attack on a synagogue that was actually a mosque
Like the war that is actually a genocide

I’m looking at you BBC
I’m looking at you The Economist
I’m looking at you The Times
I’m looking at you Sky News
I’m looking at you Metropolitan Police Force
I’m looking at you the British Government

His name is Askan Asadian
To be Pro-Palestinian and Anti-Zionist does mean Anti-Semitic
To say otherwise is to erase the identity of Pro-Palestinian and Anti-Zionist Jews
Words matter
Like actions
Even those that don’t fit your politically expedient narrative
All false flags are conspiracy theories until they are not

His name is Askan Asadian.

_{Photo by Adrian Raudaschl on Unsplash}

Adversarial Poetry for Verbal Combat

“Poetry for the activist in all of us. Mike Falconer confronts the unjust and belligerent system like a ferocious orca whale pack, attacking rapacious billionaire yachts, with prejudice. Falconer writes parables that will be read by the uprising working class during this and all class wars from now on. His poignant dark humor crosses timelines while capturing a moment of our current history. My go-to poet, who reminds me to keep fighting the good fight. We have the numbers to flip the script on this corrupt absurdity.” -Shwa Laytart, Writer/Producer

Adversarial Poetry for Verbal Combat

Book Release: June 10, 2026

Foreword by James Norman

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Park, Rain, Suddenly Summer

It’s been raining all day
But summer has arrived in time for post work spontaneity

There is more moisture in the air
than in the river 500 yards away

But the sun and what passes for heat informs the locals that summer is here
The clouds are wispy yet grey, pregnant with more rain, but not yet full term

No artifacts of an all-day heat
Recognizable as summer everywhere else

No remains of team games played for fun that have gone on too long
But there are still small groups sitting upon the ground talking of anything but sad stories of the death of kings

These are the marks of a change of plans and the maximizing of temperate temperatures
The capturing of moments of apricity and of summer lives envied from TV

With Burroughs obscenities playing in my headphones
I causally wonder what obscenities play in insulating bubbles of others

No organized running on what was supposed to be another rainy day
But plenty of dog walkers, individual joggers, and evening strolls
A lack of electric bikes and scooters an added intolerant bonus

Headphones interfering with that most British of habits; acknowledging strangers
Although “good evening” sounds pretentious and is not the equal of “good morning”

While the Scottish trademark of dressing for summer and winter simultaneously is in full effect
“Why sir, how does one get such well-defined pure alabaster calves?”
“Why madam, that off the shoulder hoodie offsets the sports bra beautifully”

The grass in backyards is long and unkept, the rain will do that
Encouraging growth but then stymying it getting cut

Unless someone jumps on the lawnmower straight after work like newlyweds
The grass will have to wait till a more traditional summers day

Nobody is eating ice cream, but then nobody expected this slice of summer today
Not even confectionery capitalists or forethinking housekeepers

No, not this summer evening, in the park.

@wordoutlet
A reading of my new poem “Park, Rain, Suddenly Summer.” Music: ‘Wildflowers’ by Scott Buckley – released under CC-BY 4.0. http://www.scottbuckley.com.au My new book “Adversarial Poetry for Verbal Combat” is out now. #creatorsearchinsights #deepmeaningpoetry #poetrytiktok #poetrylover #poem
♬ original sound – Mike Falconer – Mike Falconer

New Book Launch 6/10/26

Anti Tech Extremist Government Label

It’s not a fear of the coming of machines
That they will take our jobs
That they will rebel and wipe us out
That technology is inherently bad

It’s that the those with all the money
And all the power
Who have punished us with copyright law for decades
Who propagandize us with their machine learning future

They have stolen our art

Stolen our writing
Stolen our work
Stolen our knowledge
Stolen our culture
Stolen our water
Stolen our electricity
Stolen our attention
And have weaponized technology against us

All so they can sell it back to us as AI
All so they can get more money
All so they can get more power
All so they can replace us with something more compliant

And they wonder why we push back
“All they had to do was pay us enough to live.”

_{Image published in May 1812 by Messrs. Walker and Knight, Sweetings Alley, Royal Exchange – Artist Unknown}

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A reading of my new poem “Anti Tech Extremist Government Label.” Music courtesy of Robertothenice from Pixabay. #creatorsearchinsights #deepmeaningpoetry #poetrylover #poetrytiktok
♬ original sound – Mike Falconer – Mike Falconer

Unknown

His name is Ismail Hussein

You probably have not heard his name before
He is an unworthy victim
A Muslim
A person of color
An inconvenient truth to dispute a narrative
Stabbed on the same day, and by the same attacker, as two Jewish men in Golders Green
The day after the attacker was released from a secure mental health facility
Allegedly

His name is Ismail Hussein
He is an unworthy victim
In 2024 / 2025 there were 3,199 hate crimes against Muslims in England and Wales
In 2024 / 2025 there were 1,715 hate crimes against Jews in England and Wales
In 2024 / 2025 there were 3,809 hate crimes against Transgender individuals in England and Wales
All hate crimes are abhorrent
Just like Antisemitism and Genocide
Just like shadowy terrorist groups that at best are subcontracting out chaos to idiots
And at worst are a false flag attempt to manipulate public opinion

His name is Ismail Hussein
He is an unworthy victim
No Prime Ministers threatening to ban protests for him
No Chiefs of the Met attacking the only Jewish leader of a major political party
because they question kicking a man in the face while he lies prone on the ground having just been tazed

His name is Ismail Hussein
He is an unworthy victim
Intifada: uprising or rebellion
from the Arabic “to shake off”
From the river to the sea: A Palestinian phrase to describe a single state with Jews, Christians, and Palestinians living side by side
Also used by Netanyahu and the far right to describe a “Greater Israel”
Antizionist phrases
Not antisemitic

His name is Ismail Hussein
He is an unworthy victim
The far right marches through our streets
Spreading hate and fear for Muslims and anyone they consider the “other”
But let’s ban the marches against genocide
Let’s attack the only Jewish political party leader
All while we dismantle the government department that tracks war crimes in Israel and Lebanon

His name is Ismail Hussein
He is worthy
And we say his name to remind us that we are being manipulated
Losing our democracy to fear
The failures of our mental health system
And the oversimplification of geopolitics

His name is Ismail Hussein.

_{Image from Pixabay}

_{Statistics on UK hate crimes}

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The debut of my new poem “Unknown” performed at the Loud Poets @IAmLoudPro open mic showcase at the Lemon Tree on Aberdeen Scotland on May 2nd 2026. I actually finished this poem in the bar of the Lemon Tree before the event. #creatorsearchinsights #poem #spokenwordpoetry #deepmeaningpoetry #poetsoftiktok
♬ Original Sound – TikTok Advertiser

Poetic Political T-Shirts

T-shirts are now available from the online store.

One design features the full text of Mike Falconer’s poem “No Kings.” The layout is specifical designed to be readable when the T-shirt is worn under an open jacket or sports coat.

The other new design features a quote from Mike Falconer’s anti-AI poem “Discussions Hidden from the Face of God.”

Both designs are available in black or white text and multiple T-shirt colors.

More designs and items to come – check out the store here: mikefalconerstore.com

Hear Your Poems as Songs

Dear Poet,
Who’s written hundreds of poems
Who is TikTok famous
Who is good-looking as only the young can be
Who wants us to turn our poems into songs
Who wants us to just download this app…

Dear Poet,
Did you consider talking to musicians?
Did you wonder about collaboration?
The push and pull,
ebb and flow,
of the collaborative creative process

Dear Poet,
I don’t discourage you from trying to monetize what you do
But I object to you replacing musicians with machines
I object to you selling fellow poets into bondage
(It’s not even the good kind)
A serf in technofeudalism
Is still a serf

Dear Poet,
Did you even read the terms and conditions before you sold your soul?

“By using the Service or otherwise transmitting Submissions to us, you grant to evil corporate overlord and our affiliates, successors, assigns, and designees a worldwide, non-exclusive, fully paid-up, sublicensable (directly and indirectly through multiple tiers), assignable, royalty-free, perpetual, irrevocable right and license to use, reproduce, store, modify, distribute, create derivative works based on, perform, display, communicate, transmit and otherwise make available any and all Content (in whole or in part) and any rights you may have in your Voice Model, in each case, in any media now known or hereafter developed, in connection with the provision, use, monetization, promotion, marketing, and improvement of our products and services, including the Service and the artificial intelligence and machine learning models related to the Service. This license to your Content and Voice Model includes a license to your likeness, voice rights and other indicia of your persona that may be embodied in your Content or Voice Model. For the avoidance of doubt, this license authorizes us to make your Content (including Output that incorporates your Voice Model, but, for clarity, not your Voice Model itself) available to and sublicense such Content to other users of the Service as necessary to provide the Service, and you further grant to evil corporate overlord the worldwide, fully paid-up, sublicensable, assignable, perpetual and irrevocable right to identify to the public (both on and off the Service) that Output (or any of it) was generated via the Service.”

Dear Poet,
I think you are real
but I had to double check
And at first glance I was ready to dismiss you
Because that is the world we live in
That you are helping to create
One where art is easy yet mundane
And all it cost us was all our power, water, and artists

Dear Poet,
Who peddles AI slop
Is that where the poems come from?
At the rate of one a day
Because why should I trust you?
Or anything you say

Dear Poet,
You are weak and a fool.

_{Image “The Enraged Musician” (1741) by William Hogarth}

Online Store

I’m pleased to announce my own online store!

All of my books are available for purchase directly from myself with local shipping to both the UK and the US. In person appearances can also be purchased and more merchandise is currently in the works.

http://mikefalconerstore.com

Switch

Las Vegas, sitting outside watching my car being cleaned
Vaguely worried about sunburn in February
Realizing I love this place and can’t imagine not living here

Switch
Birmingham UK, fresh off the plane
Walking my dog Miles around a hotel car park
In the rain and cold
Worried about what I have done to my life and if I can live here

Switch
Leaving Aberdeen Scotland not long after my 18th birthday
Desperate for the bright lights of London and beyond
Knowing I’ll never be back to this backward town

Switch
Living back in Aberdeen
No longer seen through the adolescent sunshine gloss of American Television
Still flawed, but resonating with the historic and working-class architecture
Life balancing with a softer and more empathetic society
Granite and health care to sooth my middle age
My first mail, my new doctor wanting a poop sample to test for cancer

Switch
Los Angeles, newly arrived in a paradise of sunshine, amenities, and a new American life
My first mail, a flyer for savings on all the things I can buy
An adolescent television life complete with convertible and swimming pool
DVD players and randomly weird furniture

Switch
Living with my Mum after 36 years away
Michael! Your dinner’s ready!
Mum, your dinner’s ready
Echoes and offsets
I used to moisturize to protect against the sun
Now I moisturize to protect against the cold and wind

Switch
Learning to navigate London
Tube trains and free papers
A to Zs and the fear of the unknown
Place names that I only know from the riots on the news

Switch
Alone in a Los Angeles apartment realizing I’m in a different world
Nothing works how I imagined or saw on TV
This is not Knight Rider or CHiPs or The A-Team
I know how to find bad guys
But I have no idea how to buy furniture or groceries

Switch
Mum did you brush your teeth?
Mum, go to your bed
Mum, let me cut that up for you
Mum, I love you – scratch that
We don’t say that, but mean it every day

Switch
I love you
Said but do I mean it?
To the woman in the movie theatre
Who never thought I would

Switch
I Love you…

_{Collage Image made by with
An Image by Kay-Co from Pixabay
An Image by Gilbert Cruz from Pixabay
An Image by Janno Nivergall from Pixabay
And images by the author}

@wordoutlet
A reading of my new poem “Switch” at Poetry at Books and Beans in Aberdeen Scotland on 4/30/26. #creatorsearchinsights #poem #poetry #spokenwordpoetry #deepmeaningpoetry
♬ agnus dei – wouldliker