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Get out there and win the war, you slackers!
You’ve had tons of weapons from your backers.
They’re no excuse: defences, mines and tanks;
You’ve all you need to break enemy ranks.
Casualties? That’s just collateral stuff;
You mean you don’t know that war will be rough?
You know what they say: you can’t take the heat?
Vacate the kitchen and stare at defeat.
We’ve stumped up t...
Thursday 28th September 2023 7:53 am
Young Man, Dancing
Quite nice, on the whole, that religious chap.
High up, apparently. (Could even be the boss;
‘Numéro Uno’, said a bodyguard.)
He gave me forty minutes;
Has some good ideas.
Drinks shandy with lunch
(‘Must keep a clear head’).
Unsurprising views on midweek sex (he is sceptical)
And Elvis impersonators (better in the North).
Unlike his autobiography,
Entitled ‘Who’...
Sunday 24th September 2023 7:18 am
Square Root
The sweaty boy lay on the beach;
‘You stink’, his girlfriend said.
But when awaking later on,
They sensed a world expired,
Where everyone was dead.
There was the sea, of course;
But, in truth, there was no sea.
Just their memories of water.
They longed for yesterday’s comforts:
When the old priest cackled and quacked,
Two lovers quarrelled beneath the pines
...Thursday 21st September 2023 5:00 pm
Lexicon
The language becomes narrower each day;
Our actions and our words decelerate.
Only in the aftermath of slaughter
Do we attempt to find the words for death:
Some words to tick the box and shrug it off,
To come to terms with our cheap cuts of guilt.
Their boy lies, unresponsive, while we live
To relish the chaos of adulthood.
Truth is complicated. Dumped in a hole,
Until j...
Monday 18th September 2023 8:19 am
Crossword Clue
Last night, I met somebody from Ukraine;
He told me Mykolaiv was his town.
‘Oh, I’ve heard of it,’ I said. ‘In the East.’
‘Not really,’ he replied. ‘Near Odesa.’
Embarrassed, I had to apologise:
‘I got it confused with Mariupol.’
Although, of course, I realised my gaffe,
This exchange exposed the danger of war
As big-headlines and the superficial:
‘Starts with M, four sy...
Wednesday 13th September 2023 5:23 pm
The Long Haul
They say we are in it for the long haul,
But the long haul is a poor existence.
Your options become rather limited:
Eat, sleep, work, fight, and live on subsistence.
I’ve driven lorries long haul to the West
And been to Asia on a long-haul flight,
But never put my neighbour in his grave,
Nor hid in shelters half way through the night.
Long haul relationships can b...
Saturday 9th September 2023 6:48 am
Colossus
You cannot see me,
But I can see you.
That’s how the war goes.
As you cross the road
Or jump on a bus,
I will destroy you
With minimum fuss.
But if you did spot me,
You would be amazed:
I’m no great colossus.
You’d miss me in the street,
As I have grown so small,
And, under the radar,
Hardly exist. At all.
Wednesday 6th September 2023 7:48 am
Daft as a Brush
The midnight attack got him. He swept floors
For forty years. Ordinary, no frills,
He carried on his work throughout the raids,
While cautious types like us would hunker down.
Close to retirement, he always swore
The cowards would not stop his night’s routine.
‘He’s as daft as his brush,’ some people said.
He made his choice, of course, as we made ours,
And he has paid the ...
Saturday 2nd September 2023 9:41 am
The Building
The pride of our town,
Its mortar and bricks
Now crumble to dust,
In heaps of destruction
And mollified lust.
Out there men are laughing
And punching the air;
They deal in high fives,
When hitting their mark
And ending more lives.
Tuesday 29th August 2023 7:29 am
Impeachment
(Up to August 2023, there have been SIX evidence-free attempts in the US to impeach President Biden. Each time Donald Trump is accused of a crime, his friends call for the impeachment of the prosecutor. Where will it all end?)
Impeach! Impeach! Impeach! Impeach!
All those who govern, judge or teach.
Impeach the man, impeach the boy,
The redwood tree, the cuddly toy.
...
Thursday 24th August 2023 4:53 pm
The Youngest of the Dead
(On August 13, 2023, a 23-day old baby girl was killed by Russian shelling in the Ukrainian village of Shiroka Balka. Six other people were killed in the attack.)
There’s an old saying: ‘live for the day’.
I managed to do that. Twenty-three times.
And then – you probably know what happened.
You may ask the question: ‘am I angry?’
'For missing out on the next eighty years?'
W...
Sunday 20th August 2023 8:47 am
Soldier Boys
Here comes my son, the soldier boy;
He’ll always be my pride and joy.
I was so proud they would deploy
Someone so young, someone so young.
His face seemed hardly out of school;
Though he was kind and broke no rule,
They knew he was nobody’s fool,
For one so young, for one so young.
A picture in his uniform,
A buttoned coat to keep him warm,
He raced towards ...
Tuesday 15th August 2023 9:32 am
War Dancers
Dancers scatter shapes through fields of war:
Dancing around the stink and smell and sweat,
Dancing to a tune or to a heartbeat,
Dancing for their supper, dancing on the dead,
Dancing through the bullets and the bayonets,
Dancing on graves and above the pyres.
It once was simple: sessions at the barre,
A bit of matinée soft-shoe shuffle,
Of tip-tap or baggy-trousered ballro...
Saturday 12th August 2023 8:28 am
Pizza
(Russian missiles have recently struck pizza restaurants in Kramatorsk and Pokrovsk in Ukraine, killing men, women and children)
Why do you hate our pizzerias?
Why do you target tomato and cheese?
What have you got against pepperoni?
Are our four seasons failing to please?
We pride ourselves on our ingredients;
Our service is rated second to none.
But your depraved s...
Wednesday 9th August 2023 9:03 am
The Body Politic
Politics lurks everywhere we look:
Politics of dithering and backtrack,
Of scaremongers and big-boy nostalgia.
Nowhere to hide. In the US of A,
Blusterman is lying through his teeth.
Meanwhile, the same old suspects starve,
Or steal to fill their bellies or their habit,
While, next door to this, others lead their lives,
Trying honesty to round off each year’s end.
Throug...
Saturday 5th August 2023 5:00 pm
Le Grand Jacques
Jacques Tati’s films should be universal,
They have so little dialogue and chat;
Yet, for some, his cinema bewilders,
The satire and comedy fall flat.
Perhaps it is the Frenchness of it all –
A supposed intellectual conceit –
Or maybe it’s down to Monsieur Hulot,
Whom he chose to interpret and repeat.
Is there not a hint of pretentiousness,
Do miming and humour...
Tuesday 1st August 2023 8:34 am
Video Link
The colonel’s hamming up the bonhomie,
The President spits bile for all to see,
The regimental parakeet is shot,
A corporal is cleaning up the lot.
Stand to attention, don’t bother thinking;
Get back to the trenches, cold and stinking.
Gleaming new tanks make the battlefield shake,
Flattening its residue in their wake.
We’ve got more weapons, let’s pick a new toy;
...Saturday 29th July 2023 8:33 am
Minefield
It has been quiet here so far;
The trick is getting through the day:
Ticking off hours, counting clouds,
Throwing pebbles into the lake.
I’m just one of the backroom boys,
I scrub up and write the labels.
It’s soldiers I feel sorry for;
Christ, there goes one, then another.
Poor bastard, sent flying towards
No-man’s land. I suppose that he’s….
That’s number five this ...
Tuesday 25th July 2023 8:30 pm
Uxbridge
We’re all for fighting climate change,
Until the choice gets tough;
Don't try to meddle with our cars,
Our holidays, our stuff.
What beats the smell of petrol fumes,
The whiff of kerosene,
The closet full of unworn clothes,
The cinema-sized screen?
We'll stand behind the barricades
To fight off this green crap,
And watch the lifestyle we deserve
Fall stra...
Friday 21st July 2023 4:58 pm
Trouble
They told me: pick them up at the station.
A family, two children and their mum.
Some English. The younger boy is crying.
From beneath uncertain, hollow eyes,
The mother does her best to raise a smile.
We go to the place behind the woodyard,
Stuffed with caravans and second-hand beds.
‘Processing.’ That’s what it said on the card.
‘Her husband coming soon,’ said the fat man...
Monday 17th July 2023 8:01 am
Ukraine, SW19
I will not shake her hand;
Surely you understand?
My people, every day,
Will shake the hand of death.
Her kinsmen’s uncouth plan
Inflicts its pain and hurt
Across my native land,
Where bodies lie in dirt
Days after their last breath.
I was told I must play;
She is allowed to stand
And face me at the net.
It’s not her fault, and yet
I will not shake her hand.
...Thursday 13th July 2023 7:10 am
500 days
Five hundred days is far too long;
The war has come, good times have gone.
The chiefs talk tough, the bullets fly,
And combatants prepare to die.
The weak recoil before the strong,
Whose bells and whistles multiply
Into a dark, forbidding sky
And chill winds sing their mournful song.
Faced with this daily raid on time,
This awful pillage of our youth –
A hideous, demo...
Monday 10th July 2023 7:48 am
Trickle
With every new obscenity,
We grope for the familiar
When we try to summarise death:
‘A trickle’, steady or constant,
Of civilian casualties.
Strange how we choose to illustrate
The rubbing out of human life.
Our terminology betrays
A culture ruled by quantities
And drip-drip measurements of loss,
Or, as likely, by the comfort,
Of images of gurgling streams,
Inje...
Friday 7th July 2023 8:07 am
Writers
They’re coming for the writers now;
They’ll take out poets one by one.
These tellers of the awkward truths,
Who show them up for what they are,
Appear to constitute fair game
For slingshots scrounged from death’s bazaar.
(The Ukrainian writer and poet Victoria Amelina was killed in the missile strike on the pizza restaurant in Kramatorsk).
Monday 3rd July 2023 4:25 pm
Left Field
What if we should try the left field option?
And wandered off message or ditched the script,
And shouted out loud: ‘Just stop the killing’.
To save the people, not yet dead, from those
Like themselves, but dressed in different garb.
Save the lives, save the years still to be lived,
Stop the anguish, the tragedy, the waste.
Turn force-fed anger into peace, disarm,
Roll back ...
Saturday 1st July 2023 9:10 am
Niceties
Must we respect the niceties of war,
When enemies adhere to no such code?
Civility becomes a fatal flaw
Which adds some extra kilos to our load.
Our protocols are there for all to see,
And everyone agrees we must abide
By rules which are the price for living free,
Although they’re only honoured by one side.
Our foe abuses captives and denies
Their fundamental r...
Wednesday 28th June 2023 8:31 am
Fortunes of War
Doing the weekly supermarket shop,
He saw the cashier had just the one leg.
‘Landmine?’ he asked. ‘You’ve guessed it,’ she replied.
The man behind them pointed to his patch:
‘I was at the front. They shot out my eye.’
Still, mustn’t grumble. My friend and brother died.’
The queue went quiet; the scanner beeped on.
A woman entered, carrying a child,
Apparently deceased....
Friday 23rd June 2023 6:36 am
Night Sight
The journalist asked nervously:
‘How many Russians have you shot?’
Juggling with his imprecision,
The marksman grunted ‘quite a lot.’
I suppose we should not be shocked,
Since he is fighting on our side,
But somehow you feel a shiver
When seeing how so many died.
You see them stalked like animals
By cold, nocturnal infra-red.
The night sight clicks; one pot,...
Tuesday 20th June 2023 5:55 pm
Captain Crappy Rides Again (Or 'God Help Us')
Does he know that he’s lying
Or is he perhaps past caring?
Or has he now crossed that line
Where rights and wrongs intertwine
To a point beyond repairing?
Do we care if he’s telling lies?
Well, it seems that some people do;
They’ve had it up to here with him
And for the moment things look grim
For the Captain and his motley crew.
Could it be true he’s finall...
Wednesday 14th June 2023 6:23 am
Counter-Offensive
We took back a village today.
Not much going on:
A few broken windows,
A burned-out car or two,
A corpse,
And one poor sap of a teenage soldier,
Hands on his head, crying out for Mum and Dad.
A broken old man emerges,
Shaking his fist and shouting ‘Kill them all.’
Another sits thoughtfully by the stream,
Praying for a missing child.
Our flag, mounted on a...
Monday 12th June 2023 3:25 pm
Cold Soup
It seems that everybody’s fair game now.
In the town of Dnipro the other day
Their missiles claimed a two-year-old girl’s life.
And so we still have the moral high ground,
Until such time our side does something worse.
I want to have faith, believe there’s a God,
But was a decent man nailed to the cross
To make way for this dung heap of a world,
This foul dominion of the ha...
Thursday 8th June 2023 8:15 am
Normandy Veterans at the Airport
They are old now, almost beyond age;
Pushed around, pinned into wheelchairs.
Though chaperoned, they seem unclaimed.
They hold up placards, give a wave
And do their best to summon up a grin,
Before we spirit them toward the beaches
Where, nearly eighty years ago,
They put their young lives on the line
To keep the locals and unborn safe.
We should salute and honour them,
...Monday 5th June 2023 7:31 am
Playtime
As kids, enjoying usual larks,
We fell on floors and grazed our knees,
And came a cropper climbing trees.
Slingshots and conkers tied to strings
Were weapons made from our own hands;
We fought in playgrounds and on swings.
Now we are adult and fight wars,
But our manoeuvres stay the same.
There are high stakes in our new game,
It’s true, and more expensive toys,
...Tuesday 30th May 2023 8:42 am
AI
It can help you pass your A-levels
Or similar bog-standard tests;
It will cook up birthday verses,
Can sketch some blackbirds in their nests
Or write a decent theme tune for TV.
But Beethoven’s ninth symphony,
The trio from the Rosenkavalier,
Gaugin’s Christs or the Mona Lisa?
Such inspiration it can’t get near.
AI is the service of the bland.
The risk is it will unde...
Saturday 27th May 2023 7:23 am
Whoops!
We must have spoken far too soon;
I think we may have jumped the gun
When we waved patriotic flags
And romped around in blokey fun.
We thought that Bakhmut had caved in;
We thought that we would run the place,
But now it seems that victory
May bounce right back into our face.
We have lost thousands of our men,
Who we knew were expendable;
But we thought our ...
Wednesday 24th May 2023 7:50 am
Days of Sorrow
We live close to the stars,
But closer by the days:
From times which have long gone
Till the dawning of tomorrow.
Consider, for one moment,
The stars and the days, piled high:
The waste,
The loss,
The pain,
The grief,
The tortured sky.
The sorrow.
Saturday 20th May 2023 9:32 pm
War Graves
I’m sure they didn’t mean to finish here.
They once were young men; they are still today.
Time has not aged them; boyish souls outlive
Their mortal frames, long since dissolved to dust.
Each pristine grave is their nobility,
A passport to well-deserved endurance.
From all around the hubs and spokes of Earth,
They came and died from homelands far away,
In Britain and the loy...
Tuesday 16th May 2023 8:50 am
Retreat
Like a giant can of insect spray,
Or some demented farmer blitzing weeds,
The looming tank, vertiginously filmed,
Mows down a flock of soldiers in retreat.
Flushed out from their camouflage,
They scatter or they bite the dust.
Whose side were they on?
What does it matter?
You still have to step over them.
The military play their games,
The politicians giggle;
Somew...
Friday 12th May 2023 5:15 pm
Purfleet
‘Picasso’s not all he’s cracked up to be.’
He’d had a few by then, but understood
The dangers of hype and adulation
Of the spineless, unconditional kind.
We were on the last train from Fenchurch Street;
Among the massed drunks now quiet or depressed,
The air was thick with smoke and rancid ale.
At first, when he leant over to my side,
I groaned, half-expecting some hard-luc...
Saturday 6th May 2023 7:37 am
Monarchs
Eric Morecambe and Ernie Wise
Sat reading in bed in those innocent days.
‘What’s the book?’ Eric says.
‘Kings and Queens of England’.
‘Pardon?’
‘Monarchs!’ Ernie cried.
Eric looked suitably mortified.
From that point of view,
Monarchy’s all right.
‘And what do you do?’
They have nice hats,
A twinkle in the eye
And friends in high places
(Though not as hi...
Wednesday 3rd May 2023 7:40 am
Census
‘How many of you live here?’
The man with the clipboard was asking.
Numbers are not my strong point
And I get a bit tongue-tied.
I reply, in a roundabout way:
‘Well, some, here and there;
Not many now;
Fewer than there used to be.’
‘Is that the best you can do?’
He snapped, looking peeved.
I slope off, inadequate,
Fumblingly imprecise.
Turning round, I see ...
Sunday 30th April 2023 5:22 pm
Leaving Bangkok
Had he been riding the moped,
Of which there was now little left?
From behind my taxi window,
Cocooned in sweetly freshened air,
I imagined the pain and death
And the relatives, all bereft.
Peering out, I could see him, sprawled,
Bloody, like meat. ‘Airport soon, sir’
Announced the driver. Soon I'm gone
From this unyielding, lethal place,
Flying home through thin-aire...
Thursday 27th April 2023 8:01 am
War Habits
Folding up your kit,
Cleaning out your gun,
Marching side by side,
Writing home to Mum.
Lobbing a grenade,
Fingers in your ears,
Larking with your mates,
Sinking twenty beers.
Blow the bastards up,
Keep your powder dry,
Punch the freezing air
As you watch them die.
Paying off the tarts,
Clearing body parts,
Bullet in the head:
Sorry ...
Tuesday 25th April 2023 8:42 am
Language Lessons
We do not know the future tense round here,
But deal in possibilities and mays;
Learning hypotheticals and options
And other such conditional displays.
Predictions in our world remain unsafe;
Coming weeks and months are speculation.
We may be staying here or going home;
Others will decide our situation.
We say ‘good morning,’ ‘thank you for your help’:
Phrases ...
Sunday 23rd April 2023 9:13 am
Sloviansk (14 April 2023)
Another toddler has copped it today;
They dragged him from the mess but then he died.
Attacks could come with heaviness of heart;
Those in charge know full well what may happen,
And might express regret for dirty tasks.
But no, each life has now become fair game;
All are equal before the randomness,
The cheap terror of such vague precision.
Yes, the good die young, but the ...
Tuesday 18th April 2023 8:46 am
Polite Society
Long ago, it was the wife who would push him
-‘These are our sort of people,’ she would say-
To take that job, which he couldn’t manage
And came home each evening utterly spent.
Oh, the ordeal of dinners with the boss
And Councillor Twitface for Sunday tea,
When he would have preferred to mooch around
And watch the football or listen to jazz.
That certain kind of snobb...
Saturday 15th April 2023 8:12 am
Victims
We think the only victims in a war
Are those with names engraved who rise no more.
But we should spare a thought for those who live,
Those damaged souls with so much more to give:
Exploits in the battle oft unspoken,
Hearts and minds decayed or simply broken.
So many of them suffer from a loss
And find it tough to put a smiling gloss
On situations which become so hard
Th...
Thursday 13th April 2023 7:52 am
Law and Order
Below par at love and related acts,
He watched the village, knowing how it worked.
He spied on locals, testing their strengths;
Weaknesses too: drink, cards, the other sex.
They all said his life would end up badly,
And it did: shot, in his lair of blackmail.
The obvious suspects: the vicar’s wife,
Whom he caught horizontal one hot night;
The bank manager, dipping in the sa...
Monday 10th April 2023 5:13 pm
The Ants
She flaunted her quiet little lover,
Who made no fuss and took out the empties;
Hopped off the bus with a spring in his step
And provided the paradise she craved.
Her friends would say: ‘she looks so much better’.
But now he has left, she sits, immobile,
And when she moves, she spreads herself too thin,
Her cascade of tears moistening the street;
Bereft of all sympathy, exc...
Friday 7th April 2023 10:00 pm
Glory Days
These pictures look quite dated now,
Like all those old films that we see.
That’s you, returning on the bus,
And, picking up the kids, it’s me.
Back in the glory days of peace,
We lived together hand in glove.
Our future seemed mapped out in stone,
The present sparkled with our love.
Now that seems like another world;
Your letters from afar arrive,
Whil...
Wednesday 5th April 2023 9:53 pm
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