Tag: Poetry

And one more poem for today – Sixpence

Sixpence
Eating chocolate sandwiches at her insistence
while walking in the woods with her black dog Sixpence
the same silver coin name as my Saturday sweets
but Sixpence from the pound was found on the streets

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Another Poem. This was after a radio news item I heard and it’s called : One Sunday

One Sunday

On a clear autumn day in Texas a drone pilot sits before a screen of virtual reality

looking forward to the end of his shift and driving home along wide open roads

beneath the stillness of a late afternoon sky.

He will have a beer on his porch after working all day at targeting play,

droning on the Taliban when, by collateral default, he perhaps annihilated a workingman, woman, child or wedding plan.

“Ah but,” said the sergeant in charge, “their despicable ways of writing graffiti with the blood of a severed limb taken from the victim.”

Later, at home, the drone pilot sleeps in his corner before going to work again tomorrow and

those who will be droned tomorrow also sleep, in another corner, as do the people

who said that drones were a good idea 

This is one of my poems – I Saw Bill

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I saw Bill yesterday when I got off the train

Bill who played the piano for our pantos

He didn’t see me there, at the foot of the steps

It was rush hour and I said ‘Bill,’

‘Yes, hello, how’s your husband? and your daughter?’ he said, without turning

He was folding his stick down to the size of a ruler, tucking it into a pouch attached to his belt,

‘I bought this pouch after the last time,’ he said.

He meant a year ago, when I saw Bill

sitting on the bench in the station, stuck waiting

someone had nicked his stick so I walked him home.

‘You’re holding everyone up,’ said a woman.

We were standing there, at the foot of the steps, but

Bill stayed cool, he’s from the Bronx, he plays the piano