Category Archives: New Poetry

So Now We Know – Pat Francis

They listened to somebody or other on TV
who said extremists were to blame
they tuned into experts on the radio
who told them it was apathetic non-voters

they read newspapers       went online
it was reckless lefties stirring up trouble
it was because of self-serving capitalists
it was wishy-washy liberals sitting on the fence

They listened to the gossip
it was the bosses the strikers the foreigners
the old the young the rough-sleepers
who were to blame

Unemployed car-workers in the Midlands
knew it was southerners living easy who caused it
In Lancashire they knew Londoners started it
though Yorkshire had a hand in it

the Irish knew
as the Scots knew
it was always
England’s fault

they listened to the candidates
unequivocally  incontrovertibly
it was the stupidity the carelessness
the downright duplicity of the other party

They listened to government ministers who said
It is quite clear       and I cannot stress this too strongly
it is all the fault of the French
the French and the Germans      maybe the Americans

So they asked the philosophers
and the philosophers said
they had thought long and hard about this question
and were minded to believe that quite possibly

there was always

somebody

somewhere

to blame

Pat Francis

Leave a comment

Filed under New Poetry, Poetry

Flowerpots for Africa by Pat Francis

A sunny English summer stirs up
a jumble of feelings now
in our revolving world
 
but the heart still expands
in the warm green of it
settles like a bee on lavender
when shadows sidle
across evening gardens,
we stroll our small terrain
pick up discarded plastic pots
we find under bushes
behind the dustbin.
 
Tomorrow we take them to
a charity that sells plants
to other comfortable gardeners
touched by guilt
at the easy way we help
children under and unflinching sun
who need a bowl of porridge
before they can sit and learn
from random books
we have donated
 
Food    books  flowers
old pleasures
new configuration
 
May they be blessed.
 
Pat Francis

Leave a comment

Filed under New Poetry, Poetry

That Smile – Doig Simmonds

Oh!  See
Oh!  Beyond
Those shining eyes
Glancing.

Look and see
Gold hair halo
Softly warm
Flowing

Finger tips touching
Cool and loving
That smile giving
The welcome
Of living

Leave a comment

Filed under New Poetry

Counting Magpies – Martin Choules

One for nada,
Two for nowt,
Three for a shrug,
And four for a doubt,
Five for zero,
Six for oh,
Seven for knowing there’s nothing to know.

Leave a comment

Filed under New Poetry

Spring List – Nick Barth

Cherry blossom, check.
Book of verse, jug of wine, check.
Loaf of bread, thou, check.

Leave a comment

Filed under New Poetry

The Exhausted Poet – William Morton

The exhausted poet went to bed
and there she laid her sleepy head.
Rhyming tried she in repose
but none there came – just boring prose!
Half wakened by her snoring nose,
a rhyming couplet I suppose,
had tangled uvula and airway,
but to Parnassus came no stairway!


Leave a comment

Filed under New Poetry

Time, Ladies & Gents – Pat Francis

It’s Christmas time at Questors,
let’s have a glass of wine;
it can’t be eight already –
the readings will be fine.

It’s party time at Questors,
you’ll find us in the bar;
my sonnet’s nearly ready;
let’s have another jar.

It’s Christmas time at Questors,
let’s dive into the fray;
I forgot to bring my glasses;
let’s read another day.

Leave a comment

Filed under New Poetry