Feminine Oppression

If I wore a burka
You wouldn't see my toes
If I wore a niqaj
You wouldn't see my nose

If I wore a hijab
You wouldn't see my hair
If I wore dark glasses
You really wouldn't care

I could be invisible
Be a peeking tom
Or if I was adventurous
Wear an atom bomb

Burka, Niqaj, Hijab clothes
Signs of feminine oppression
Symbols of women slaves in chains;
Of husband's sad possession

If I wore a mini skirt
You'd see more than my toes
If I wore a jewelled stud
It could be through my nose

If I did a Britney
I'd shave off all my hair
If I wore contacts
Would you really care?

I could stand out in the crowd
Be a drama queen,
Get drunk on a Saturday night
You know what I mean?

Mini skirts and skimpy tops
Lots of material possessions;
Greed and lust and gluttony,
Different oppressions

The World's Bullies

Why do our governments give in
To people who want us dead?
They want to blow us up
Or chop off our heads

They claim all our benefits
They claim we are unfair
And yet they do what they want
As if we are not there

They want their own schools
Their own laws and statutes too
And one day they will get it
Our ministers are too weak
To say NO!

They are the playground bullies
In this world of degradation
They want the world to be
Their very own nation

Poetry Reading

I have a poetry reading session on 12th April 2010 in S Wales! :) OK OK it's my mum's ladies' group - but I have to start somewhere...

12 Days of Christmas - my style :)

On the 1st day of Christmas my true love sent to me a nice warm cup of tea

On the 2nd day of Christmas my true love sent to me 2 mince pies and a nice warm cup of tea

On the 3rd day of Christmas my true love sent to me 3 french knickers, 2 mince pies and a nice warm cup of tea

On the 4th day of Christmas my true love sent to me 4 silk suspenders, 3 french knickers, 2 mince pies and a nice warm cup of tea

On the 5th day of Christmas my true love sent to me 5 gold rings (of course!), 4 silk suspenders, 3 french knickers, 2 mince pies and a nice warm cup of tea

On the 6th day of Christmas my true love sent to me 6 satin sheets, 5 gold rings, 4 silk suspender, 3 french knickers, 2 mince pies and a nice warm cup of tea

On the 7th day of Christmas my true love sent to me 7 smooth chemises, 6 satin sheets, 5 gold rings, 4 silk suspenders, 3 french knickers, 2 mince pies and a nice warm cup of tea

On the 8th day of Christmas my true love sent to me 8 red roses, 7 smooth chemises, 6 satin sheets, 5 gold rings, 4 silk suspenders, 3 french knickers, 2 mince pies and a nice warm cup of tea

On the 9th day of Christmas my true love sent to me 9 champagne bottles, 8 red roses, 7 smooth chemises, 6 satin sheets, 5 gold rings, 4 silk suspenders, 3 french knickers, 2 mince pies and a nice warm cup of tea

On the 10th day of Christmas my true love sent to me 10 romantic break brochures, 9 champagne bottles, 8 red roses, 7 smooth chemises, 6 satin sheets, 5 gold rings, 4 silk suspenders, 3 french knickers, 2 mince pies and a nice warm cup of tea

On the 11th day of Christmas my true love sent to me 11 fish-net stockings, 10 romantic break brochures, 9 champagne bottles, 8 red roses, 7 smooth chemises, 6 satin sheets, 5 gold rings, 4 silk suspenders, 3 french knickers, 2 mince pies and a nice warm cup of tea

On the 12th day of Christmas my true love sent to me... oh I woke up and realised I'd been dreaming...



Happy Christmas one and all!

The Gulf

There it is, so vast and empty
Darkness covering such a span
No way over for the person
Massive gulf 'tween God and man

Sin destroyed the pure communion
That God had with His Creation!
Gulf so dark, so vast, so empty
Separating God from every nation

There He stands in finest glory
The One to come and bridge the span
The One who willingly came from heaven
The One true God who comes as Man

Gulf so vast, so dark and empty
Created at the awful Fall
But there lies One to restore communion
Tiny Babe in animal stall

There it is so dark and empty
No way to God; all seems a loss
But on a hill outside the city
A man is nailed to the cross

The gulf so dark, lonely, empty
Is being breached by this Man
Dying to provide us with redemption
Making a way across the span

There He hangs dead on the tree
God who came from human womb
But the gulf is being covered
As He lies in darkest tomb

Oh the cross, so evil, wicked
God had used to complete His plan
The Sinless One - He now is risen
Through His death we cross the span

My Grampy

A long time ago
When ships had sails
My Grampy was a sailor
Sailing from Wales

His father before him
Sailed the wide blue
In ships full of young
Enthusiastic crew

My grampy sailed to the African Coast
And picked up an animal
That was finer than most

He was oh so tiny
His fur was so black
His eyes were so doleful
Nothing he lacked

My grampy brought home
That beautiful boy
Nurtured and cared for him
Like a really special toy

But that tiny monkey
Just grew and he grew
Until he was so big
My grampy didn't know
What to do

So he put round his neck
A thick steel chain
To stop him from running away
In the rain

But the creature grew so strong
It snapped every link
And bit my dear grampy
Oh! What to think!

My great-grandmother cried
"This thing is a killer!
How could you bring home
A massive gorilla?

"You must let him go
I can bear it no more
Please take this animal
Out of the door!"

"OK dearest mother!"
My Grampy replied
"I will send him off!"
"Oh good!" she sighed

"But please do not hurt him
I don't want him to be
In terrible pain because of
Your foolery!"

So great granny went out
To bring in provisions!
My grampy had to make
An important decision.

How to get rid of that
Creature so black!
To Africa he couldn't
Take him back

So he went to a neighbour
And borrowed a gun
And shot that poor creature
From the land of the sun

The moral of the story is
Do not bring back
Cute little creatures
So tiny and black

They may not be what you expected at all
Like the big black gorilla - who was 6 foot tall...


Apparently so the story goes - my grampy DID bring back what he thought was a cute little monkey who grew up to be a massive male gorilla. He did bite my Grampy (in the neck), broke his chain etc! My grampy and is brother did apparently shoot the poor thing while their mother was out - they cleaned up the house where they shot him before their mother came home and told her the gorilla didn't feel a thing! Whether this was just an adventure story made up for his kids and grandchildren, I don't know - my grampy was a character - he died in 1990!

He used to play for Shirley Bassey in the pubs before she became famous! He played banjo (and I think guitar)! Cool guy with a great sense of humour!

Looking Back...

I looked in the mirror

And what did I see?

But a lady with grey streaks

Staring at me!

She had crows feet

In the corners of her eyes

And big 'shopping bags'

Which was a surprise



It only seemed like

A year and a day

When my pals called around

And ask me to play

With their long skipping ropes

And hula hoop rings,

Magna Doodle, Gyroscopes

And those funny springs



I remember the discos

With bright spinning lights,

The hall full of teens,

The playground fights.

We used t' play two ball

And if we were lucky

We'd go to the shop

And buy some Slush Puppy



We'd go to the park

And play on the train

And climb the tall slide

Over and over again.

We'd play in the street

Until it got darker

We'd knock on the doors

Then turn, and we'd scarper.



We thought we were cool

In our bell bottomed troose

Our wide collared blouses

And our platform shoes

We listened to groups

Who wrote their own songs

We never heard of computers

And we never wore thongs!



Gone are the days of

A simple childhood

Where TV wasn't colour

Well, we thought it good.

Now we have mobiles,

Computers and Wiis

Our life seems so rushed

We don't take our ease



So as I stared back

I gave a big grin

As I just remembered

The times I'd lived in.

The lady grinned back

And so I could see

That lady with grey streaks

Was really me!


Written by me - 17/10/09