Poetry Blog by ken eaton-dykes
Running tears can have far reaching effects, even for those lucky enough not to have been emotionally affected by the death of a close relative in times of war.
This poem beside being just another angle on rememberance day, exposes the possible consequential years of unhappiness on marrying the recently widowed.
YOUR NOT HALF THE MAN HE WAS!
At the eleventh hour, on ...
Friday 10th November 2017 8:41 pm
A LITTLE LIGHT DISTRACTION
FROM W.O.L.'s MISERY PERMEATED PAGES
Mum and dad were so excited...that early April morn
by the arrival of another son...their second to be born
every bird residing...on this half our blacked out sphere
sits waiting in good vantage...silent on a tree
to welcome one more infant day
and coincidentally "me"
the rising sun creeps in the room
Tuesday 26th September 2017 4:21 pm
Sunday 3rd. September see's the 78th. anniversary of the beginning of WW2. which left "EIGHTY FIVE" million people dead. This piece contains personal memories of that time, plus a few thoughts on events up to the present. Where we take for granted and do not appreciate the much higher standards of living enjoyed today. The hard lessons learned from the past are long forgotten and the European Co...
Saturday 2nd September 2017 8:14 am
The transmitting of hysteria by way of poetry in the hands, of an unsuccessful writer, mind twisted with years of failure and bent on revenge against audiences skinny with the kudos, could have a devastating effect on the behaviour of gatherings large and small.The following piece describes the possible consequences
A POEM OF MASS DESTRUCTION
We walk through life on our chosen track
Sunday 6th August 2017 12:48 pm
In one tiny corner of...the Milky Way
just before dawn at the break of day
inside of a room under star-lit skies
lubricated by blood with loud agonised cries
I'm pushed into hell...from between Mother's thigh's
Torture is harsh and immediate
even at this tender age
as Midwife slashes lifeline...in a gory second stage
Mum's nine months of discomfort
forgotten with a sigh
burly woman in...
Wednesday 24th May 2017 11:03 am
Living by one's self, like I and some of you here also, has its advantages, for instance, you have the unopposed power of pleasing yourself in whatever you do. What could be described as a most delightful super selfish altruistic free zone?
There is though the need for a high degree of relentless self-discipline to ensure and maintain acceptable standards, now that you have to iron your own shirt...
Sunday 14th May 2017 12:55 pm
(Get your sick bags out)
Each grinning sits astride...an old rheumatic knee
a pair of exuberant saplings...aged just four rings and three
two new babes...born in the woods
impatiently broke from eager buds
off a sturdy family tree
roots mulched firm...bedded deep
fed by antecedents...in their everlasting sleep
flourishing fixed...to a healthy mix
of assorted ancestry
Sunday 2nd April 2017 11:45 pm
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE DIED 23/04/1616 AGED 52
52 DIVIDED BY TWO = A PAIR OF ALPHABETS
To quote top playwrite Will Shakespeare
remembered this four hundred years
from among his much hackneyed sayings
there's a couple that spring to mind here.
One's about Cleo's lover,
wanting to borrow...his country-mens ears.
And "The world is a great big platform
on which everyone appears."
Monday 13th March 2017 11:18 am
This is a comi/tragedy, rhyming, pantomime type story of what could happen to anyone isolated in a community as a result of religious migration. Just as a matter of extra interest, I sincerely believe that when this parable is published (front page) nationwide in Parish Magazines of all denominations. a deeper understanding and acceptance? of each our peculiar idiosyncrasies will have, at last, be...
Wednesday 22nd February 2017 4:23 pm
This poem is dedicated to Tony, who once lived in our Sheltered Scheme and in all the years of our acquaintance, I had never seen him with anything other than a smile on his face (till now?) Though I'm sure knowing him he wouldn't take exception to this light-hearted biography.
THE GOOD LIFE
A neighbour of mine aged ninety-three
of whom many friends concurred to agree
no nicer a guy could ...
Friday 17th February 2017 3:32 pm
Every year after the party season some of us use the beginning of this period as an easy to remember starting point from which we pledge to banish an accumulation of dodgy habits health threatening or otherwise out of our lifestyle. But with very few lacking the determination to see them through.
This poem contrary to the usual outcome is the story of one middle-aged individual scared into succ...
Saturday 4th February 2017 8:34 pm
When the man of the house in the old days
either died or lost his job,
his dependents were put in the workhouse
or went thieving to make a few bob.
The same thing happened to our Dad,
turned up drunk and got sacked from the Mill
but life didn't appeal in the workhouse.
separation was part of the drill
so instead we were took in by Granddad
Son Fred and his wife Aunty Jill.
Tuesday 6th December 2016 1:08 pm
While I've been doing my stint down here on earth there have been astounding advances in technology, men on the moon etc. but all these achievements would not have developed so quickly had they not been precipitated by the advent of war as best ways of killing people, then in between wars modified to more peaceful pursuits Why is it that mankind can develop so quickly in this respect. and at the s...
Sunday 13th November 2016 1:33 pm
On getting up one morning
God walked to the pearly gate
and enquired of Michael his doorman
how's it going mate?
I'm absolutely knackered, and wish you'd investigate.
Never known it be this busy before
them coming up here to Heaven
swept off me feet trying to greet,
everyone twenty four seven.
The flow is overwhelming, we need cupboards and extra shelving.
But I have a sugges...
Saturday 24th September 2016 12:52 pm
Celibate Priests, Fundamentalist Imams,
eagerly preach their delusive plans
Protestant Vicars and Methodist lays,
give it out in gentler ways,
to simple folk in hallowed halls
with pointy tops, round minarets,
brass artefacts, smooth marble steps.
The use of loud hailers and noisy bells
call the faithful to worship and god to please
devotions observed on bended knees,
Wednesday 3rd August 2016 11:56 am
THE IN OUT OKY COKY
Get out, get out, fat Boris shouts
hear hear, hear hear, Nigel eagerly spouts,
they're the one's who shout the loudest,
and say of Britain we're the proudest.
The likes of him and mate Farage
dismiss folks genuine fears
after all he'll still afford
his taste in fancy beers.
They extole last century values
worshipping shit covered idols,
these marble has ...
Monday 20th June 2016 12:38 am
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