TELLY

 

Telly

Many channels

More choice they tell us

But its just more channels really

Telly

WAY BACK WHEN (1)

 

I miss the world that existed

When I was mobile

And phones weren’t

When there were only three TV channels

And we still had more choice

When coffee in a café

Came in only black or white

AWOKEN FROM SLUMBER

 

Where Sunlight defused by the leaf canopy

Dappled the ground

Gladys rested, quietly

Beneath an English sky

Peacefully sleeping

In a quiet place

But for the church bells echo

In the steeples shadow

A place that was familiar

That had become so to her

It was familiar through all the seasons

She shared an intimacy with the daffodils

That danced in the spring

She was well acquainted with the summer air

Heady and fragranced

She knew the place beneath the carpet

Of golden autumn leaves

And the linen white shroud of winter

Amidst family and friends

Completely at peace

Undisturbed she lay

Unconcerned with affairs of the day

Unmoved by events

Untroubled by stress or strain

Untouched by evil

Unworried by the world

Uninvolved in life

Under the good earth she lay

At peace since her passing

Until she was wrenched away

Awoken from her slumber

Taken from an English churchyard

Her resting place desecrated

By despicable savagery

By the compassionate?

Those with social conscience

Who claim the moral high ground

For their own

Torn from her place of rest

To be unwillingly used as a pawn

In a despicable game

A game of blackmail

And intimidation

To force her families hand

And to be discarded like rubbish

Fly tipped as by gypsies

Or cast like runes by a careless seer

Left to the elements

The old bones of an old lady

Who in life earned eternal peace

Left Like unwanted trash

Unceremoniously dumped

Strewn amongst a hedgerow

In the name of animal rights

 

RIP Gladys Hammond

BASILDON BLONDEST

 

Aided by four-inch white stiletto heels

She stood to the height of five foot four

As on unsteady fishnet covered legs

She tottered ungracefully through the door

Wearing a skirt, no wider than a belt

And a skimpy top clearly not up to the job

When Plied with an Alco pop or two

She’ll be any easy lay for some young yob

BETWEEN A ROCK AND A HARD PLACE

 

What is the lesser of these evils?

Ugly wind farms scarring our hills

Wave power trapping human mess

Or the three eyed fish of Dungeness

BASILDON BLONDER

 

She had piercing’s

In ears nose and lip

And a very ugly Tatt

On one of her hips

A sad old slapper

Looking for sex

A good time girl

No doubt from Essex

TOUGH LOVE

 

If you fall in love

And get your fingers burnt

If you give all of yourself

And end up broken hearted

Don’t withdraw from life

Get back in the saddle

Dip your toe once more into the mire

Don’t deny yourself the chance

To swim again in an ocean of desire

You must be immersed

In an ocean of emotional tempest

To feel alive, to be alive

You must take off your vest

Before May is out

Take a risk, take a gamble

If you don’t buy a ticket

You can never win the jackpot

It’s better to open up to danger

Take the knocks and live