Category Archives: Poems

17:24:31

Remember the London Nail Bomb Attacks?

3 bombs over 3 consecutive April weekends.

Each bomb packed with a thousand nails

Each explosion wounding, maiming…murderous.

 

Its aim was to incite fear and hatred

In Afro-Caribbean, Bangladeshi and LGBT places.

Targeting people just going about their business.

Ordinary, extraordinary people, like you and me.

 

In Brixton, people were shopping,

Thinking about what to cook for dinner.

Popping out, to pick up a paper.

Chatting in the street with a neighbour.

 

In Brick Lane, people were relaxing.

Eating dinner in local restaurants.

Planning their family’s weekend.

Repairing their car.

 

In Soho, people were Celebrating.

Having a drink en route to the Theatre.

Meeting up for the start of the weekend.

Hanging out, in a safe Gay space.

 

We commemorate those unfortunate people

In the wrong place, at the wrong time.

The shocked, injured, wounded, dying.

Who showed great fortitude and courage

 

Those bombs incited acts of individual heroism.

Kindness and generosity between strangers

A public outcry of outrage and horror

Immediate, professional support.

 

Our diverse Communities enrich society

We were not. Are not. Will not ever be

Diminished by hatred and evil

We stand united in our humanity, and love.

WOMEN & AIDS (World Aids Day Vigil 2018)

We are the hands that rocked the cradle,

Administered to the needs of those affected.

Comforted the shocked and confused,

Nursed the sick and dying.

 

Women and AIDS go hand in hand.

 

We were infected by husbands and lovers,

By a half forgotten one night stand.

By a not forgotten rapist.

By people, who didn’t know they had it.

 

Our babies were born with AIDS.

 

Because we had a blood transfusion,

Or were registered hemophiliacs.

Because we were ignorant and careless,

Or junkies, desperate for a fix.

 

Women are 52 percent of those who survived

 

Remember those women who lost their lives

Celebrate those that survive.

The mothers. Sisters. Aunties. Friends,

Who now stand, hand in hand, with the men.

Witney Winter Wonderland

Stepping out of the darkness

Moving into the light.

Witney’s Winter Wonderland,

Dazzles and delights.

 

In this ancient holy place,

We decorate the bough.

That represents eternal life,

Redemption, then and now.

 

Winter, season of reflection,

Of darkness and despair.

Look in the stable of your soul,

Love, lies sleeping there.

 

Let’s celebrate Love’s diversity

With this festival of light.

Open up our hearts to all

That is beautiful and bright.

 

PENSION PLEA (to the Government)

We are the women born in the 50’s,

Who will not falter in our fight.

The government postponed our pension.

This isn’t fair. It isn’t right.

 

We contributed to this Nation,

Our workforce made this county great.

We don’t deserve to be singled out

Told our pensions have to wait.

 

We enriched the UK’s economy,

As teachers, nurses, mother and wife.

Now a random birth date lottery

Gives us an impoverished life.

 

We did as the government bade us,

Made sacrifices and paid our due.

Now is the time to repay that debt,

We did our bit.  Now its up to you.