Saturday, 22 April 2017

The Colliery Baths #bigpitmuseum #coalmining #poetry


The Colliery Baths

The shouts of harsh friendship and rude songs of love.
The faces all soaped up as steam rises above
The coal dust not shifting from those ingrained backs
The feet sore and aching, the muscle it knacks
With hope for a hot tea two veg and some meat
And at last some warm comfort from her arms, so sweet.

Monday, 23 January 2017

#icoulddoitbetter (than #trump)


I could do it better


If only to take the heat from the pan

The subject deflects the blame if they can

Not a thought for the victims, the ones who must pay

All that matters is the blame must be wafted away



Enough cash to be brash in the whitewash of truths

Any past misdemeanours pushed aside, just errant youth

We all know what you’re like and we don’t think it’s right

But we don’t quite know how to take up arms to fight

Peaceful protests that dwarf your audacious parades

Those women and men left your day in the shade



Don’t let your arse get too settled in that gold velvet chair

There’s whole world of people know you don’t belong there.

I just hope sense prevails and you are rightfully impeached.

I don’t want any violent conclusion to be reached.



It’s the first time I thought I could do that job better

Than that strange pervy thief with hair like a red setter

I’d be canny as pres, I’d look after the good folk

Yes, even I could do it better than that effin Joke.






Friday, 28 October 2016

The World Was Brown..#poem #70s #nostalgia

The World Was Brown


Remember when the world was brown?
People still had "nervous breakdowns"?
Polyester was on our backs.
We got 10p taking pop bottles back.


I remember playing with glass
Brown and green jewels broken at the edge of the grass.
On there we played at being pop stars
While creepy blokes cruised by in beige and blue cars.


There was always that "funny" bloke down the street.
We didn't know why but we weren't allowed to speak.
A whole world of weirdness they hid from our minds.
While that freaky blonde pervert on telly patted behinds.
Remember when the world was brown.
I do, and girls were kept right down.
Police women promoted must have been slags.
It had to be true I was told by my dad.
A woman with a clipboard on a building site too.
Telling men who knew better than her, what to do.
I won't say the words that he used for that trainee.
But that little-girl me never forgot and it shames me.

When the world was all brown and the trousers were wide
And a house key could be put under a mat just outside.
TV programmes made fun of the gay or not white,
Or the women, or the short, tall, fat, foreign, or the disabled, all alright!
But there's folk who still hanker for these sepia times.
Do they want all this back plus the brown fashion crimes?
Well I don't, I've been there I'm not going back.
And, I tell you,  no brown can never be, the new black.

Thursday, 22 September 2016

I Remember ..a poem about loss of power, aging.




I Remember


The times you told me what to do
How and when to speak
Instructing etiquette down the Club
How as a girl, to be meek

I saw that power fade as I grew
A teen who formed new views.
But failed to see, the change in me
Was smaller than the change in you.

As years went on you lost your way
Conversations faltered.
Your comprehension of our words,
Your view of life had altered.

As in a bubble you now live
We try to call to you.
And act as gatekeepers to the world

To stop it hurting you.

Thursday, 30 June 2016

#gove #may #borisjohnson #corbyn ...messy politics and we will pay for it.

What a mess



Well I don't want Gove, and I don't want May.
Seems like we're screwed by them either way.
We have a choice between the rebirth of Thatcher
And a bloke who looks rather like a child catcher.
As for Boris, it looks like he's out of the race
Like the coward he is with Brexit on his face.
As for Labour I feel no pride in they way they've behaved
The last hope for socialism soundly betrayed.
We're all doomed! Doomed, I say without any rudder
Untill we install the new duplicitous bugger
An the onward we go off the edge of the cliff
steered there 'cos some toffs keep having a tiff.

Wednesday, 22 June 2016

"Escape" by Joanne Oliver, a poem

Escape

Life is packed with where's and whens
The what to dos  they never end
The weeks fill up like never before
Technology regulates you more and more
The minds becomes so full it's vacant
Thought escaped thrown out by fresh assailant...

Cerebration..

You long for something outside the maelstrom
Somewhere things don't clog your mind's meditation
You've had it now with stress and politics
No one listening everyone talking
Shouting the odds while we're all sleepwalking
Into destruction but no worries, it's just all the humans
There'll be Earth's revolutions and new evolutions
We'll be gone due to our own final solution.

Absolution...

The world will still  turn if we cry or we don't cry
If you just let things go by and love life you'll be fine
That place to escape may not be out there but within you
Take time to forgive all the mistakes and continue
To hold on to those who lines in your lifesong
"There is only the now" said Tom Robinson in his song
I know that to be true past is gone, future is mythical

Unpredictable.


Tuesday, 14 June 2016

To Rhyme - a #poem about #rhyming ..yes another one, what of it?

Dunston Staiths ...just because. 
To Rhyme

I like to rhyme.
Is that a crime?
It's not like I do it all the time.
It's just a little habit of mine.

I sneak the rhymes in when I.write
I know that makes me "poetry lite"
Does it make you want to fight?
Because technically it isn't right?

I see you at the back there now
cringing at this useless cow
Rhyming cow with flipping now!
And wonder really why, and how?

But you know what? I just don't care
See lines are getting longer there?
Balls to structure words aren't square
I can stand the poet's glare!

So back to doing what I do
Or not because I don't want to
The joy of words is they are free
Amongst the rigid life of me!