Poetry

Mine, and occasionally others'.

Waiting

Free tea and coffee 
from the volunteers 
today.

Four older folks 
sitting on the row
of chairs along from me 
looking like they'd love
a nice cuppa but might
struggle walking round 
the corner to the main 
waiting room to get it.
So

And It Could Be Years

A poem written by my partner John Leach ...

Janine has got cancer
My partner could be dying, it's
only a matter of time, and
it could be years.

People say it's not what it was
they've got it early, it's not a
death sentence, and it could be
dealt with by pills
- But it's said out of love not knowledge.

We Apologise for the Disruption

Tweets of distress from Peterborough
The text all drenched in fears

Signal failure - help us please -
Bring crosswords, cake and beers

We've been stuck here for two whole hours.
Now wipe away your tears

And count yourself lucky, I tweet back -
I was stuck there eleven years

Letter from America

Dear ... Hello, I am Erica I have earning chance for you I do profitable work at home My children help out too I make a thousand pounds a week At something you can do Hello, I am Erica And you have won a prize! You are this month's lucky one You won't believe your eyes You don't remember entering? Well, what a nice surprise!

Gove Alone

Michael Gove's most wicked crime
As far as most of us can tell
Was not to leave his kid behind
But leaving ours behind as well

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