2016 07 – poems

MISS SOCIAL HOUSING 2016

  • The day that I saw you I knew
  •                         you were meant for me
  • and although they’re in the queue for you
  •                         I hope you’ll give me your key
  • maybe you don’t care
  •                         but your looks have caused me to stare
  • night and day you’re in my dreams
  •                         I wander the streets longing for you
  • my thoughts would take up many reams
  •                         I see you everywhere an illusion that’s true
  • did I see on your profile a wonderful beam
  •                         they say a man shouldn’t tell a woman his history
  • but I confess to having a wife and three children in care
  •                         while you remain an enigma a mystery
  • some may try and buy you so beware
  •                         I don’t suppose you’ll accommodate me now
  • so I’ll just go back to my wife in that squalid hotel
  •                         I won’t mention you anymore I vow
  • I’ll just mourn not getting such a belle
  •                         I look through the dusty window
  • through the cat-clawed net curtains
  •                         there are cranes a building
  • but not for her and her beaus
  •                         I shout: `Don’t sell yourself it’s a sin!’
  • stop looking out
  •                         for out there there’s no hope
  • she’s gone no doubt
  •                         they didn’t make more of her
  • you dope
  •                         put the mattresses on the floor
  • settle down the children
  •                         once more
  • be nice to your wife for in one room
  •                         there can be trouble and strife

Wilson John Haire.

 

NEARER THY BATTLEFIELD TO THEE

  • The tragic death of an MP by a
  •                         political impossible
  • makes this nation
  •                         irascible
  • in the remoteness of office
  •                         in matters of life and death
  • a novice
  •                         about countries they’ll never
  • know
  •                         good people can make bad decisions
  • for other people that can lead to
  •                         woe
  • urged on by bad people with an agenda
  •                         they don’t show

Wilson John Haire.

 

PIGGY BANK  BURGLAR

  • He has so many toys but he wants
  •                         more
  • the public provides him with the funds on that
  •                         score
  • he plays in his bath with two
  •                         boats
  • and there’s room for another one to
  •                         float
  • he is the Genghis Khan of the financial
  •                         world
  • the union jack he regularly
  •                         unfurls
  • though it rarely rises above
  •                         half-mast
  • it still procured a knighthood from a PM in the
  •                         past
  • a family member holds his
  •                         wallet
  • in a centrally-heated hyde park where banknotes are kept on
  •                         pallets
  • being taxed must be another
  •                         connotation
  • all legal but morally
  •                         wrong
  • such enterprise can buy more
  •                         gongs
  • that piggy bank on the
  •                         mantelpiece
  • some of its contents have been
  •                         released
  • meant for that rainy day when winter
  •                         comes
  • and there’s few teeth on the
  •                         gums
  • so very little for those who worked all their
  •                         lives
  • some stood up but were
  •                         despised
  • in the land of the call-centre
  •                         food-bank
  • where the climate is mainly
  •                         dank
  • PAYE will fill the gap so that’s
  •                         all right.

Wilson John Haire.