Poetry Blog by Stephen Mellor
Parliament’s back from its jollies,
And the Speakers are back in their chair.
How grand it would be sans comedians
With their japes and their pranks! I despair!
I’ll be home watching BBC Parliament live ...
Monday 7th January 2019 8:09 am
Once upon all time,
In a land not far far away,
Lords and Ladies,
East and West,
North and South,
Taught to succeed
In the name of their Gods,
By the fat of the land,
By constant streams
Of paters and maters;
Of daughters and sons,
North and South;
Taught to obey
By master and God.
Mules in human form,
Friday 4th January 2019 10:42 am
Parliament’s off on its jollies,
The Speaker removed from his chair.
Oh how I will miss these comedians
But their break’s far too short, so beware.
So what will I do with no Brexit TV?
No Commoners standing to bleat.
Will BBC Parliament go off the air,
Or fill my spare time with repeats?
I wish I could say that I’m better informed
By listening in to the House....
Friday 21st December 2018 5:21 pm
As a child,
Part of a simply defined community,
in a world I understood
but comprehend no more.
I’m told life moves on,
but somehow I’m left behind.
I no longer see the picture
or know how to play the game.
Some say I’m a dinosaur.
Others? A threatened minority.
‘White, male, heterosexual, atheist, pensioner’
A potential self-classifyi...
Wednesday 19th December 2018 10:07 am
Our town was well ordered, we knew where we stood
We knew what was bad, and were told what was good
The Baddies wore black, and we Goodies wore white
Never a doubt as to who’d win the fight
The Clergy were pristine; whilst Doctors were Gods!
Our Bobbies were BOBBIES, not ‘FiveO’ or ‘plod’
Whilst bosses in banks saw themselves as elite,
(Not deigning to deal with the man i...
Sunday 1st October 2017 12:21 pm
My old school reports I’d thought buried away
Have been found at the back of a drawer
Reading the comments my teachers had left
Have shaken me right to the core
So many terms, and all uninspiring,
“Could do much better” or “can’t quite engage.”
A stockpile of phrases adapted to suit.
With vitriol etched on each page.
There was rarely a glowing appraisal
Wednesday 6th September 2017 12:10 pm