Seagull on a bag of chips

Friday, 9 December 2016

Futureshock

Looking through my folder containing my old poems: Here's one I wrote around 1990. I think it's rather prophetic in its way.
Futureshock
Where did that building go?
You know the one I mean
It used to be a chip shop
Now it's nowhere to be seen
It just took off in the night
Disappeared to outer space
And a two-storey office block's
Been put there in it's place
And is it my imagination?
I really cannot say
If that car park standing opposite
Was there before today
It's so big and domineering
Cars are parked on every floor
And I wonder why I've never even noticed it before
Where did all the shops go?
You know the ones I mean
The Butchers and the Greengrocers
Are nowhere to be seen
And the Bakeries, the Market stalls,
The sweet shops, all have gone;
No Off-licence, no Tobacconist
There must be something wrong
The Cinema, The swimming pool
The cafe and the bar
The Bike shop and the Clothes shop
And the shop that sells guitars
And the record shop, The Furniture shop
All much to my dismay
Have packed their cases over-night
And simply moved away
Where did that precinct come from?
You know the one I mean
With its endless special offers
And its shops so new and clean
And that great big Supermarket
That wasn't there yesterday
And neither was that Jewelers
Or that Fast-food take-away
Strange new buildings everywhere
As if by magic they appear
And when I come back tomorrow I wonder,
Will they still be here?
Or will they, too, be replaced
By different buildings large and small
Disappear without a trace
Like they were never there at all

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Friday, 18 November 2016

Extremerightwingalitus



Extremerightwingalitus


Doctor Ibrahim:
Sit down sir what can I do for you?
Have you come to get an annual jab for the flu?
Patient:
No it’s not that, it’s hard to explain
Doctor Ibrahim:
Tell me, what is it then? Are you in pain?
Patient:
No not exactly, it’s just…… I feel strange
It’s like I’m going through some sort of change
Doctor Ibrahim:
Oh dear, please tell me then what’s wrong
Quick as you can though, I haven’t got long
Patient:
Well, it’s like this; just lately I’ve been
Having strong urges to vent my spleen
And shout horrid things to the man next door
I tell you I’ve never felt like this before
Doctor Ibrahim:
Hmm..Can you tell me, what sort of things?
Patient:
It’s like an alarm in my head that rings
And tells me the man that’s living next door
And his family should NOT BE HERE ANYMORE!
Doctor Ibrahim:
Please try to be calm, there’s no need to shout
Take a deep breath, and breathe slowly out
And tell me, when did these “Urges” first start?
Patient:
Bloody FOREIGNERS! Tearing this country apart!
Doctor Ibrahim:
I beg your pardon, are you talking to me?
Patient:
You and your kind should be chucked in the sea
You might be a doctor but I can still tell
That you’re not one of US; you’re a MUSLIM as well
Doctor Ibrahim:
HOW DARE YOU? Get out of my surgery NOW!
Patient:
Come on then mate if you fancy a row
You believe every word of that disgusting text
You’ll be calling me “Islamaphobic” next
You lot are not wanted, go back to your holes
You’ve ruined MY country; you and the POLES!
Doctor Ibrahim:
Good morning can you get me the police?
And tell them to come to my surgery please?
Yes I’m afraid there’s another one here
And he’s getting more agitated I fear
Patient:
Don’t worry; I’m going I won’t be back
I’m not a racist, my best mate’s black
Doctor Ibrahim:
It’s alright; he’s gone there’s no need to come
Yes here’s his address, just in case he’s gone home
No of course I’m not certain he’s broken the law
But I’m afraid I’m seeing this more and more
That look of blind hatred I saw on his face
Leads me to conclude it’s yet one more case
Of Rightwingalitus an extreme one for sure
I hope one day that we’ll find a cure
‘Till then let me tell you, though it pains me to say
This frightening phenomenon looks certain to stay







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Wednesday, 16 November 2016

Let's sit on the fence



Let’s sit on the fence

 

Billions of babies each

Born the same way

Some live for years

Others just for a day

Time’s bubble bursts

In the infinite sway

Insignificant

Girl and boy

Let’s sit on the fence

Enjoy

 

Each individual’s

Part of the game

To partake or not

To partake is the same

Opinions uttered

Are placed in the frame

Is it best to be quiet

And coy?

Let’s sit on the fence

Enjoy

 

Conditions disputed

Tempers are flared

Dialogue breaks down

War is declared

Aggressors and pacifists

None of them spared

As missiles and bombs

Destroy

Let’s sit on the fence

Enjoy

 

Warlords conquer

Peace brokers beseech

Politicians proclaim

The God fearing preach

With fragile vows made

Agreements they reach

A new deal

Another ploy?

Let’s sit on the fence

Enjoy

 

At the end of the day

Does it matter my friend?

Rich or poor

We all end up the same

In the end

All the world’s a stage

In this land of pretend

Each object

All but a toy

Let’s sit on the fence

Enjoy

 











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Sunday, 23 October 2016

Fit for work

Fit for work

A brown envelope comes through the door
It’s painfully picked up off the floor
By a sad old man more dead than alive
Fit for work at sixty five

The cancer treatment was a success
He’s had two weeks to convalesce
Now sickness pay will no longer arrive
Fit for work at sixty five  

A morning appointment next Monday
In a Job centre plus ten miles away
He’ll have to get a taxi: he can’t drive
Fit for work at sixty five

They found him a job TWENTY miles away!
Packing boxes for minimum pay
Barely enough for a mouse to survive
Fit for work at sixty five

One year later, he’s still there
Like a worn out motor in need of repair
But nothing that a hard days graft can’t fix
Fit for work at sixty six

He’s working treble shifts, week in week out
His sleep pattern’s truly up the spout
Aching joints  thrown into the mix
Fit for work at sixty six

This wasn’t the life that he desired
And many of his friends are long retired
He’s an old dog tired of learning new tricks
Fit for work at sixty six

He stayed with a firm nearly fifty years
But his pension plans ended up in tears
When the boss sold up and bought a yacht for kicks
Fit for work at sixty six

Ten years later he’s past spent
But the government pension doesn’t cover the rent
And a diet of Pot Noodles and Weetabix
Still at work at seventy six

The prostate cancer didn’t come back
But he suffered a massive heart attack
And the medics couldn’t resuscitate
Died at work, aged seventy eight
And so ends this tale of misery
This working man’s obituary
From the day he was born till his final breath
The sum of his life?
Birth, school, work, death







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Saturday, 24 September 2016

The Mourner



The Mourner

 

Look now upon the dead man’s face;

Can you not see the empty space?

Deeds left undone and words not said,

Seem bound to fill it, now he’s dead.

Whilst he yet lived, time and again,

You looked on him with such disdain

And disrespect, but when he died,

Remember how you cried and cried?

 

Collecting things that he possessed;

Your mind, it seems, is now obsessed

With every word he’d written down;

Futilities that made you frown,

Worth more now than the rarest stone;

Their precious beauty, yours alone;

A voice recording once absurd

Is memorised now, every word.

 

Do you recall the funeral?

You were the most upset of all:

I saw, and as I watched you cry,

I struggled with an inward sigh:

Tell me, was it your intention

To be the centre of attention?

The face, there framed, above the shelf;

D’you cry for him, or for yourself?


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Saturday, 17 September 2016

Father to the son



Father to the son
Be the man she fell in love with
Don’t be like a fool
Be the one she comes to lean on
Never treat her cruel
Linger on the feelings shared
When two became as one
Be the man I’ve tried to be
Said the father to the son
In time you come to realise
Happiness regret, truth and lies
The path to follow
Is hard to find
There’s a line between
The heart and the mind
Be the woman he fell in love with
Make him feel secure
Be the one he can depend on
Keep the feeling pure
If he wanders blind with anger
Try to make him see
Love without compassion’s fragile
Broken easily
In time you come to realise
Happiness, regret, truth and lies
The path to follow
Is hard to find
There’s a line between
The heart and the mind
Pain, pleasure, denial, desire
Truth deflected by
The taunts of a liar
Breathe the question
What did you learn?
Are the answers judged
When breath does not return?
Be the man she fell in love with
Be more than a friend
Treat her kindly, treat her gently
Love her till the end
Love her anger love her laughter
Love her when she cries
Know while life is short and fleeting
True love never dies

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Sunday, 11 September 2016

Homage To The Voice In My Head


This is a transient piece: the concluding lines have altered radically.

Homage to the Elder Monk
Fallible humanity
Take heed
Air food water shield
Is all you need
Go gather heaps
With equal share divide
Where sun and rain and nature
Can’t provide
Consider self-awareness
And free-will
Be ponderous
While time is yours to kill
And if in doubt of God
Yet still be sure
No soul upon this Earth
Could love you more
Fear not the end
That comes upon us all
The loved and lost
Will catch you
When you fall
And rest in peace eternal
Will be known
To
Each
And
Every
One
Of
Us
Alone
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