Poetry Blogs (2013, NHS)
Noel and Liam have still not made up
And it looks like the millers will
never win the cup
Theresa is still in number ten
And not much has changed since
We are still plagued with mass unemployment
Far too many are becoming insolvent
Everywhere people sleeping on the street
Too many families with nothing to eat
Still we can't bridge the north south divide
People still wait f...
Friday 25th May 2018 10:41 pm
Wake me up when the storm has passed
And the ravens have left the tower
Wake me up when the war machine
Has finally run out of power
Wake me up when the bigots
Have finally opened their eyes
And all of the presidents have given up telling lies
Wake me up when the tables have turned
And lessons have been learned
Wake me up when the big game hunters
Have finally paid for their crime
Thursday 24th May 2018 7:49 pm
I sit upon a judgement chair
And watch the lights
And hear the sounds
That emanate from over there
Where broken hopes
And dreams abound
You pay me well
But do not want me
Sitting there where you could sit
Taking up your place in hell
Amongst the blood
and tears and shit
I came from Spain
To ease the pressure
As hospitals began to...
Monday 5th March 2018 7:58 pm
A daughter, a mother and a nurse, sleepwalks to work
On four hours’ sleep, as the moon peeps above the clouds.
The sun snuggles under the covers.
The familiar uniform bares her arms against the breath of December.
Clinical blue shrouds her worries of money troubles
And ailing family members
She wears a compassionate smile.
There are blisters on the soles of her feet,
From chasing the lost ...
Tuesday 27th June 2017 2:14 pm
No beds for care,
All too rare.
Dementia patients left to cope
Danger, stranger, lost all hope.
Children waiting months to see,
Counsellors to set them free.
Schizophrenia, write them off
No one really gives a toss.
Benefits the only way,
Stop them having any say.
Depression that's just a joke,
Just a crushing wall of smoke,
Watch it take yo...
Wednesday 8th March 2017 9:09 pm
National Wealth Service?
I do not want to lie under accountants sheets
when my body rattles out its failing beats.
Nor do I want to pay for every brick
on those, sad days, when I am feeling sick.
I do not want the most important thing
to be the amount of money that I bring.
I do not think the currency of health
should be determined by your misers wealth.
I couldn’t care less where the...
Monday 4th May 2015 4:35 pm
Lulled and startled-
Bleeding by the babbling brook of the caged telly
Lulled and startled-
Snapped bones jar at the swish of the double doors
That shroud the curses of fun loving nurses
Skin as raw and cold as corn beef
Some teath broken
From biting the apple
This man has been picked on
All his life
He’s been squashe...
Saturday 21st December 2013 1:09 am