'Presidents Club' by Shirley-Anne Kennedy is Poem of the Week

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The new Write Out Loud Poem of the Week is ‘Presidents Club’ by Shirley-Anne Kennedy. It’s a topical poem, and each stanza begins with the refrain: “I hoped we had left it all behind.” Poetry is in her blood: her father turned his poems into ditties, and her grandfather sold his poems as song-lyrics in pubs to help support his family. She is an ardent fan of open-mic poetry, and is a former co-organiser of Write Out Loud Middleton, and of Kultura in Todmorden. Shirley-Anne is currently studying creative writing at the University of Bolton.


What got you into writing poetry?

Listening to poetry being read to me when I was a small child and when I was old enough reading it for myself. My father would turn his poems (he never wrote them down) into little ditties, and my sister and I would sing along with them. This in turn made me want to write my own poems. My parents encouraged me. My father would fascinate me with tales of how my grandfather had helped to support his family in the depression between the two world wars by writing poetry. Apparently, he had sold his poems as song lyrics which were printed on broadsheets and sung in the local pubs at the weekend. My own writing took a big turn in 1972 when I discovered The Mersey Sound. I was only 11 or 12 at the time and it was like a whole new world had opened up.


How long have you been writing?

I started scribbling in notebooks when I was in my teens. My father was in the army and we moved “back home” to the north around the same time. My parents were originally from Rochdale and we moved to Heywood, a nearby town. The area was bustling with creativity in the 1970s. I saw Adrian Henri perform and he was so inspiring. I stopped writing for many years and took it back up again when I became a carer for my husband after he suffered an accident. I was confined to the house for a lot of the time and it was a lifesaver. In 2013 I joined Touchstones Creative Writing Group in Rochdale and Langley Writers in Middleton. I entered my poem ‘Shadow Hunter’ into a competition run by the Rochdale Co-op as part of the Rochdale Literature and Ideas festival where it was highly commended. In 2015 I decided to study creative writing at the University of Bolton where I am in my third year and having a ball. I hope to do a Masters next.


Do you go to any open-mic nights?

I love open-mic nights! I used to co-host Write Out Loud Middleton with Eileen Earnshaw and Kultura in Todmorden with Anthony Costello. Amongst my favourites are The Bards from the Baum in Rochdale, Bolton and Marsden Write Out Loud and Just Write in Bury. Though I have not had the chance to get along to many recently I intend for that to change in 2018 and I am hoping to visit as many as I can.


What’s your favourite poet/poem?

It is impossible to say. I absolutely love poetry and different poems for different reasons. Currently I am inspired by Tony Walsh’s poems ‘A Girl, Like, Y’Know’  and ‘Posh Things’ which are ace. Anne Caldwell’s poem ‘After kissing him out into the night’ and Ben Wilkinson’s poem ‘First Glance’ are brilliant. While Anne Sexton’s poem ‘Red Roses’ and Les Murray’s ‘The Cows on Killing Day’ leave me wrecked and wanting to change the world.


You're cast away on a desert island. What's your luxury?

A solar powered Kindle filled with all my favourite poetry and fiction. Now that would be bliss.




by Shirley-Anne Kennedy 


I hoped we had left it all behind.

Decades since I crossed the factory floor

when chants of ‘get your tits out for the lads’

bounced off the nude pics pinned to the walls.

Blinding myself to the gestures and grunts,

the stares and leers, the very real fears.

The “I’m not taking orders from a woman.”


I hoped we had left it all behind

with the men who would rather fuck over

than partner someone who beat the odds,

though the rewards are always less.

Less wages, minus the bonus

though guaranteed the advances.

The “wrong time of the month is it love?”


I hoped we had left it all behind

yet no matter how far we travel

it survives and closely follows.

Determined to show us it’s the boss.

Flexing power, keeping us in our place.

Demonstrating things will never change.

The “they were paid a decent wage.”





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Shirley-Anne Kennedy

Mon 5th Feb 2018 20:42

Thanks Des.


Mon 5th Feb 2018 07:05

Congratulations on POTW. Well deserved, great poem.

All the best des

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Shirley-Anne Kennedy

Sat 3rd Feb 2018 14:11

Thanks Ken ?

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Fri 2nd Feb 2018 19:28

Splendid, well deserved Shirley-Anne,


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Shirley-Anne Kennedy

Wed 31st Jan 2018 11:15

Thanks Steven ?

I enjoyed reading your comment Colin. I bet your grandfather could spin a great yarn, couldn't he? My dad could, he also served in the navy (during and post WWII).

I think my lot followed in the oral storytelling tradition mainly. They'd keep everyone spellbound with a tale or a little poem which either made you squawk your eyes out or curl up laughing. Usually the later.

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Tue 30th Jan 2018 19:27

Congratulations on POTW Shirley-Anne and for sharing the lovely story of your father and grandfather and how poetry became part of their lives, and subsequently yours too.

I don't believe I have any literary ancestors although my grandfather was a decent enough amateur artist. In his Navy years he would draw 'crossing the equator' certificates for some of his fellow sailors and write letters to wives and girlfriends for those who couldn't think what to say. So maybe there was a bit of the poet in him after all.

Thank you for sharing this excellent poem with us.
All the best.

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Steven Waling

Tue 30th Jan 2018 16:09

Yeah this is tremendous.

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Shirley-Anne Kennedy

Mon 29th Jan 2018 20:11

Thank you so much Julian. I truly appreciate your kind words.

I think commenting on issues is all part of being a poet and whether you choose to use spoken word or page is no different from a painter chosing between oils or watercolour, etc. Each medium has a role.

The Watts/McNish debate has certainly got people talking about poetry and that is always a good thing.

Many thanks to Write Out Loud for choosing Presidents Club as the Poem of the Week and to everyone for their comments.

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Julian (Admin)

Mon 29th Jan 2018 11:56

Congrats on poem of the week, Shirley-Anne, and on your meteoric ascent in the world of poetry.

Well done, coming up with this important topical comment on what we thought was a bygone culture. I think your tone of sadness about sums it up.

And thank you for your many contributions to others' progress, particularly in creating opportunities for other folk to take those first tentative steps into this world of sharing, of finding their voice.

In the current debate about (atavistic attack on?) Hollie McNish and open-mic/spoken word poetry, you remind us that poetry performs several functions, including helping shine a light on things that need illuminating. Well shone, you.

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