November
I’m gonna win big, so big, this time;
I’ll notch up a record score.
There’s no way, trust me, there’s no way
That the other side will get more.
Our democracy is sacred,
To say otherwise is a sin;
So I will accept the verdict,
Provided, of course, that I win!
If I should lose, I will cry foul,
Alleging there was massive fraud;
I don’t need any evidence –
I...
Friday 15th March 2024 7:34 am
The Braithwaite Boy
I knew the Braithwaite boy at school;
I knew him when he started work.
He bagged fruit at the market stall:
Quite slow, but never one to shirk.
His parents lived beside the park;
They were the type to put on airs.
They saw him as an office clerk
Or in the city selling shares.
But he was quiet, often teased,
And ready to accept his place;
The customers seemed...
Tuesday 12th March 2024 4:51 pm
Alternative Facts
My theory is as good as yours,
I am entitled to my facts.
We both have our opinions
But it's me that the truth attracts.
I saw it on the internet;
It’s as valid as your learning.
It says the world is flat and square,
Not round and daily turning.
And don’t expect me to believe
All this talk of global heating;
The weather’s always on the change:
Someone sai...
Saturday 9th March 2024 7:37 am
The Gap
Don’t shoot!
Stop the violence,
Stop the killing.
Don’t waste your time with gods,
Or clerics on the greasy pole,
Or warped ideology
Which tells you what to think,
Or the cult of the madmen,
The travelling circus,
The usual suspects,
The old men in suits,
The gap –
Between the theory and the practice.
Be yourself;
Lay down your arms,
Reach out your hand...
Tuesday 5th March 2024 8:26 am
Deal
The Grand Old Man of town,
He makes his films and cries:
The scenes contain no love,
No hope, no joy – just lies.
He’s had to do a deal
And play their dirty games,
Although until this day
He does not know their names.
The power of his dreams
Has been reduced to dust;
He’s had to tow the line
To earn himself a crust.
And in a year or two
The wor...
Friday 1st March 2024 5:30 pm
That's How We Are Right Now
We laugh at experts and suck up to fools,
Effortless amateurs from public schools,
And love the chancers who sidestep the rules.
That’s how we are right now, that’s how we are.
We laugh at research and usher away
Facts and achievements on public display;
We’d rather go down on our knees and pray.
That’s how we are right now, that’s how we are.
We laugh at the trut...
Monday 26th February 2024 9:02 am
Two Years On - Poems on the War in Ukraine
As you may have seen on the News and Features page, I have compiled a selection of fifty poems to mark the second anniversary of Russia's invasion of Ukraine. Some of these poems will be familiar to regular contributors, but a number have not yet featured on the WOL blog.
This is a private print and not available for general sale, but I would be pleased to send a free PDF copy by e-mail to anyb...
Thursday 22nd February 2024 5:08 pm
Two Years On
Time, or what passes for time,
Is a culprit, most unkind,
Stealing what we find,
Emptying our mind.
Time should be the music
Which everybody plays,
Adding to our days
In unexpected ways.
But time is made of windows,
Shattered one by one in hate,
A commentary upon this state,
Where rescue parties come too late.
Time is the gun, time is the shell,
...Tuesday 20th February 2024 6:58 pm
Time Passes
‘Time passes,’ said the man at our table.
‘People want something new.’ I guess he’s right.
It's the prevailing theory round here.
‘The same old faces,’ opined another;
‘You know, Zelensky. Always wants money.’
And ‘here’ is anywhere, maybe everywhere.
Time passes. All of us know that feeling:
You turn a new page in a calendar
Or put away Christmas decorations.
At cricket...
Friday 16th February 2024 5:41 pm
Too Late?
The hottest January ever;
We’ve passed the one point five degrees.
Climate change is on the march,
Frying the air and boiling the seas.
Do not say we didn’t warn you;
We have been banging on for years.
But the actions of our leaders
Are running decades in arrears.
And don’t pretend it’s all fake news
Or the facts are inconclusive;
Evidence for such opinions
...Sunday 11th February 2024 5:55 pm
Bad News
A morning to freeze the spirits.
As they shiver in hollowed times,
Workers stamp and spit used breath.
At the corner I see two men:
Their eyes wet from today’s bad news.
‘You can always tell,’ says my guide;
'They both had sons where it happened.'
I try to do an interview:
Get short shrift. Understandably.
As we leave, one of them calls out:
‘Poetry is dead. Art is dead...
Thursday 8th February 2024 8:17 am
Queues
We queued at the supermarket;
I saw that everyone was dead.
And yet they were still standing.
Out of defiance? Contempt?
Perhaps just out of habit.
We queued at the bakery,
And in the rows of cakes
We saw the faces of the fallen:
Unmoved, at last at peace.
We queued at the bus stop.
A passer-by called out to us
And we called back,
But no one was alive
...Saturday 3rd February 2024 8:48 am
Lavatories
Because I clean the lavatories,
I’m considered quite low grade;
In the last place on the list,
Overworked and underpaid.
Though down the pecking order,
At the thin end of the scale,
You rely upon my labours
With my brushes and my pail.
Do toffs and chief executives
Have to sanitise this mess?
I should get higher wages
Than the barons of the press.
...
Tuesday 30th January 2024 7:40 am
Musée des Beaux Arts (January 2024)
The war’s cold exclusion has stripped out love.
Two years on, I stroll among the Bruegels;
The pictures dazzle in their joyless way,
Reflecting life’s treadmill of chores, horrors,
Its accommodations and its intrigues,
Its little stratagems for making do,
Not forgetting massacres and revenge.
I’ve read about the gas used at the front
To flush out choking soldiers marked for...
Wednesday 24th January 2024 6:59 am
Election Campaign
We went to a ball, but they said we could not dance.
We joined a choir, but they said we could not sing.
We ordered a beer, but they said we could not drink.
We shared an embrace, but they said we could not love.
We went to the bathroom, but they said we could not wash.
We sat in a restaurant, but they said we could not eat.
We took out our pens, but they said we could not write.
...Saturday 20th January 2024 8:46 am
Caucus
Middle Americans, in their homely way,
Are often overheard to say:
'I was just goofing around.'
They goof and they goof and they goof,
And sometimes they goof a little more.
And then we get Donald Trump.
Wednesday 17th January 2024 8:21 am
Tunnel
You can spot the signs:
They talk of ‘hard-earned cash’,
And ‘putting our people first.’
We know what’s coming next:
‘Yes, the invasion was wrong,
But do we really….?’
Or, ‘why can’t they get together
And sort the whole thing out?’
Fatuous bewilderment
Is hardly an excuse.
It is so damned easy to say:
‘We expected some light
At the end of the tunnel’
When you...
Sunday 14th January 2024 8:07 am
Chemistry
It was in Chemistry at the end of last week…
I was chatting away at the back of the class
When the teacher came and smacked me round the head.
Shocked, I protested and I said:
‘But I was telling them what you told me:
That the President is a very good man.’
‘That was yesterday,’ he replied. ‘Today he’s a bastard.
He’s just killed my brother and jailed my nephew.’
‘Oh, I’m s...
Wednesday 10th January 2024 7:41 am
Big Break
He sipped in cafés in the afternoons;
He’d been below the average at school.
Tradition made him thrash away at life,
Despite this, he was no more than a fool.
Then suddenly he had his first big break;
A full-blown, bloody war had to be fought.
His doomed adventures did not matter now;
All trails of damage added up to nought.
A strange equality in times of war
M...
Sunday 7th January 2024 8:25 am
His Finest Day
A school tragedy (A poem within a poem)
The first day of the autumn term
We knew that something was amiss.
We saw the solemn-looking staff;
We felt the pain of grief subsist.
It seemed that in the holidays
A boy called Whipps had disappeared.
Since almost thirty days had passed,
The worst of outcomes was now feared.
He was a shy and quiet boy,
To w...
Thursday 4th January 2024 7:51 am
Dove
A viper slides its way beneath the grass;
The animals of prey are on the prowl.
The innocent and helpless stand no chance
Against the savage tastes of hawk and owl.
Upstairs, forbidden lovers take the plunge;
Their beads of sticky sweat adorn the bed.
She’s fast asleep while he boosts up his pack;
Outside waits a procession of the dead.
The hunters beat the heavin...
Monday 1st January 2024 8:59 am
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