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My friend from another world

Eyes like dark planets

Soft hair twinkling like bright stars

My one cosmic chum

Dog poem


Fires roar all around

Warming my cold hands and heart

It must be game time


Spring rain

Happy being sad

Like the cold rain in springtime

Strangely comforting


Seafaring syntax

Be more pacific

She said coldly. That’s fine but,

I now need a boat


Street Moon Light

The moonlight shines bright

Brighter than my dreams these days

Streetlights can’t compete



Years of dark horror

Fear unimaginable

Remember them all


She wants you

Cries louder, alone

She wants you now, more than air

Go to sleep puppy!


Other Poetry

Desperately (shortlisted in December 2017 Creative Writing Ink award)

As the knife and fork are placed down, Dad proclaims

“Well that’s it for another year!”

Mum desperately groans as she gathers the remnants and remains

Paper hats are mandatory and must not be removed


The inners of crackers are dusted around the table,

as the winners of the crackers inspect their combs and dancing fish


More plates have been used than we owned,

I wonder if mum and dad have hired them from somewhere

Mismatched but none chipped, almost perfect, these can’t be ours


“Another drink?” guests are asked, and interrogated if they say no

“Are you sure? Just have one more, don’t worry about the car”

abundant reassurance is offered as a side dish


I want to leave the table now that I have finished my second helpings, of my third dessert

I want to look at my presents, I have already forgotten what I had this morning

I want to eat my Chocolate Orange, my third today

I want to look at what was in my stocking again, handkerchiefs, socks and a walnut

I want to play my new game and show my Nan how it works

I want to listen to that new album

I want to eat more turkey

I want to eat my Chocolate Orange, my fourth today

I want to speak to my friends and see what they had

I want to watch, what I want to watch, on TV

I want to eat more turkey

I want to watch my uncle get more drunk as the day goes on

I want to watch my auntie insist my uncle is sober, as she castigates him with her green eyes

I want to eat more turkey

I want to play a board game, even if mum and dad don’t really want to

I want everyone to go home and leave me, mum and dad alone for the rest of the day


I want to return to that family Christmas, desperately.


Fields and factories

Fields and factories pass,

as I gaze into the grey plastic spine of a dejected chair.

Hot air spews from the vents to the left of me,

and from the woman to the right of me

telephone conversations spoken loudly

competing with keys tapped like hi-hats

I live in my own space with headphones

plugged into nothing,

as fields and factories pass.


The Ballad of Brexit

The time is almost upon us, rejoice ye, rejoice

It is almost the day of Brexit, and now time to use your voice.

President Davis is smiling, and leading our way,

but what can we do about Prime Minister May?

Her Cabinet is in pieces, and it’s a great distraction

from Michel Barnier’s words and demands, and Britain’s lack of action.

Inflation is up, wages are flat and Boris acts shifty,

maybe he is our saviour for Article 50?

“We can use the money for the NHS and protect the Nation’s health!”

Or maybe concentrate on protecting their wealth.

“We can stop those immigrants from stealing our jobs!”

Those Surgeons, those Nurses, those Doctors, those slobs.

The government are confident, we will implement a new order;

though we don’t know what will happen to the Irish border.

“Don’t worry, we can go back to what made Britain Great!”

Take one Daily Mail twice a day with a spoonful of hate.

Lancaster bombers and Cornish pasties, we’ll stick it to those EU nasties.

Cream teas, blue passports and a stiff upper lip, remember Winston Churchill shooting from the hip.

Rule Britannia and wave your flag; but a three day week and colonialism are no reason to brag.

The young didn’t vote for this but they don’t understand!

Brexit will make this country great again; now hold out your hand.

More? You want more? You will get what you are given,

but hardship from hard-Brexit can’t be forgiven.

Can we please now unite and work on being kind?

Drop the hate week agenda and actually use your mind?

Question and challenge the garbage that’s spout, and don’t listen to what the tabloids want to tell you about.

Politicians, this is not about your career, ego, party or self.

It is about the state of this nation and your Country’s health.

(C) MW 2017