by Jem Tovey
You will not be able to turn on, log in and shop online at Waitrose, brother.
You will not be able to order that Little Black Number from ASOS, for your mother. Continue reading “First World Problems”
by Tahera Mayat
Time is ticking away
Today is deadline day
You regret previous procrastination
But there is no time for frustration Continue reading “Deadlines”
She walks the beach
Continue reading “Let Go”
To find her peace,
but a heavy weight keeps her at bay;
a rope around her leg attached to an Anchor.
The silence wrapped itself around me, smothering senseless voice,
Continue reading “Judge Yourself”
Cocooning me in blissful calm from naked, nauseating noise.
Bitter envy clothed in praise, a blackened heart lauds acclaim.
Face to face sincerity, followed by disparity, blatant contrariety.
Written for and read at the Batley Community Choir Christmas Concert 19/12/18
Continue reading “O Little Town of Batleyhem”
‘Twas the month before Christmas, and all through the town
Not a resident of Batley, was wearing a frown.
A small Yorkshire town, right proud of its past;
Where wool and its weaving meant that we grew up fast.
I come from pain, from happiness,
Continue reading “I Come From…”
From right and wrong and in between,
I come from the persecuted, the hated,
The shunned, not allowed to be seen
Another ordinary day.
Continue reading “The Commuter”
Sun is high.
Sweat trickling thru one’s spine.
It’s a long road.
Getting used to it but not quietly.
This boredom hits all of a sudden.
What’s there tomorrow?
Is there anything new today?
Big Boys Don’t Cry, said Dad
Continue reading “Big Boys Don’t Cry”
when I fell from the swing,
fell on my head at his feet