Full English Brexit

Full English Brexit

I've tried to understand

I've tried to make some sense

of where we're going with this "plan"

I think until I'm tense

To see the other side

Is the way I've always thought

But no one tells me 

The good things this purports

Will we get more good jobs

Will food be cheaper still?

Will people stop attacking others

And get healthcare when they're ill? 

Where's the money gone?

And why does it always appear

When they need to pay for their cockups

So No Deal is not to be feared?

Yellowhammer was kept under wraps

By the interest-vested old chaps

And the truth has still failed to slay them

With an anagram that is Orwell Mayhem.

Countless millions wasted on greed

instead of attending to dire public need.

I'm ashamed of our country

It's lost its own way

I hope it never comes

Our No Deal Brexit Day

Someone Stole My Spacehopper...a poem by Joanne oliver

Someone Stole My Spacehopper

Someone stole my Space Hopper in 1979.
I didn't have much to myself
But that Space Hopper was mine.
At the bottom of our garden in my den under a tree
I hid my orange friend there and went in for my tea.
Some skally took a liking to my Hopper and took it away.
I'll never know who did this thing to this very day.
I'd had years of fun bouncing around on him.
Doing handstands over him and using him like a gym.
If you see a lonely space hopper in the West side of Hull.
Send him back to me and of happiness I will be full.

Someone's Son....a poem about homelessness

Someone's Son

From the point that you were born
You were loved and adored
As your mother held her hands out
And you tottered across the floor
A giant step for tiny man
To learn to walk and speak
And Daddy planned your future
Putting cash away each week.

Now you look down at your fingers
Nails all darkened with the dirt
Avoiding eyes of those who pass
Some spitting words that hurt

You were not to blame for this you know
The road your life has taken
Each day a struggle to survive
As in a doorway you awaken

Stuff happens in a family
People die, a marriage falters
There's times when there is no safe place
For a family's sons and daughters.

You try each day to carry on
Avoiding those who'll sway you
With obliviating substances
That eventually will slay you

Still they look away from you
And think you're the afflicted
You're not. Not you. You've kept it clean.
You're not as yet, addicted.

But every day is harder now
The hope of rescue waning
A young man is not vulnerable
And needs no help when it's raining

But once you were someone's son
Someone's pride and joy
Inside you still are, afraid and lost
A homeless little boy.