The poems of Brian Bilston.

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Re: The poems of Brian Bilston.

Post by bindeweede » Sat Dec 24, 2016 10:13 pm

Have Yourself a Brexit Little Christmas

Have yourself a Brexit little Christmas
and fill your days with fun,
because we know our troubles will have just begun.

Have yourself a Brexit little Christmas
and drink your days away.
From now on, our troubles will be here to stay.

Here we are as in olden days,
so-called golden days of yore.
Failing those who are near to us
for they are dear to us no more.

So just say auf wiedersehen to Europe,
au revoir and ciao,
then hang a tattered flag upon a lonely bough,
and have yourself a Brexit little Christmas now.

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Re: The poems of Brian Bilston.

Post by bindeweede » Wed Feb 08, 2017 10:01 pm

From The Encyclopedia of Alternative Facts


Frankenstein was the monster’s name.
There’s no such thing as climate change.
A solero is a type of hat.
The planet is not round but flat.

Six is the legal drinking age.
Women are paid an equal wage.
Elvis was influenced by Take That.
The planet is not round but flat.

Achilles had a dodgy knee.
Terror comes from refugees.
Insomnia affects most cats.
The planet is not round but flat.

There are no fascists on the rise.
A politician never lies.
It’s impossible to change a fact.
The planet is not round but flat.

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Re: The poems of Brian Bilston.

Post by bindeweede » Wed Feb 15, 2017 10:14 pm

On Escaping from Nature

The birds are at it again,
arguing about Brexit
from their branches;

the smug song of a starling,
the crows’ cry
of blue murder,

and the inexpert chatter
of a so-called chaffinch.
Across the street,

a dog cocks its leg
against a lamppost
in protest against

the chronic neglect
of the National Health Service.
A leaf lies ignored

on the pavement
it slept on last night,
and dreams of home.

Further out,
in surrounding fields,
cows hold seminars

on the refugee crisis
and the pigs debate
what to do about Syria.

Goats stare bleakly
from desolate crags,
remembering Trump.

Soon it will be time
for the penguins to march
against global warming.

I do what I can
to keep nature at bay,
drown it out

with radio or TV,
find refuge
in the tranquillity of Twitter.

But it’s late now
and outside
I can hear the owls

calling parliament
into session
once more.

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Re: The poems of Brian Bilston.

Post by bindeweede » Wed May 24, 2017 8:15 pm

A Poem, Strong and Stable
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How blessed am I
to live beneath a strong and stable sky
and the warmth it enables me
from a sun that shines down,
strongly and stably.

Me, with these strong and stable legs,
that take me past the queues
of people – long unable to be fed –
waiting to give thanks
outside the strong and stable food banks,

and beyond where the library once was,
now strongly converted
to stable a private medical centre,
that makes the sick (but financially abler)
stronger and stabler.

And further on, the school
strongly lacking in staple equipment –
whiteboards, books, teachers –
all signs of a strong and stable commitment
to the dismantling of lives.

I thank the government
for such strong and stable times
then wander to the park, alone,
pausing to watch a cricket match.
I bend to sit upon the bench,

and fall through its rotted slats.

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Re: The poems of Brian Bilston.

Post by bindeweede » Thu Jul 20, 2017 10:22 am

Love in the Time of Cauliflower


Please marrow me, my beloved sweetpea,
so that we may beetroot to our hearts.
Lettuce have the courgette of our convictions
and our love elevated to Great Artichoke.

Don’t leek me feeling this way, my dear,
such lofty asparagus can’t be ignored.
I am a prisoner, trapped in your celery;
Don’t make me go back to the drawing broad beans.

We all carry emotional cabbage:
love is chard and not inconsequential,
but may our passion be uncucumbered
so that we reach our true potato.

Oh, how your onions make my head spinach,
reduce me to mushrooms, broccoli, defenceless.
Only you can salsify my desire,
and I, in turnip, will radish you senseless.

love poem, inadvertently written with auto-carrot switched on

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Re: The poems of Brian Bilston.

Post by bindeweede » Tue Aug 08, 2017 10:38 am

PHONEY EXISTENCE

You're always on your phone,
sending tweets, sharing pics,
whilst life slips by unknown.

Sent from my iPhone6

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Re: The poems of Brian Bilston.

Post by bindeweede » Fri Sep 01, 2017 9:04 pm

POEM

suddenly, a gust
of air and August
was no longer there

instead the voice
of sad September,
speaking with
its back-to-school
septimbre

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Re: The poems of Brian Bilston.

Post by bindeweede » Thu Nov 16, 2017 4:56 pm

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Re: The poems of Brian Bilston.

Post by Tinkerbell » Sat Nov 18, 2017 5:42 pm

:lol I am still soldiering on without my 'p'. Yes, I keep it on cut and paste but sometimes I forget and a whole document appears in the middle of my typing. And then if I am on another laptop I still hit control V for p, which don't work... :roll:

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Re: The poems of Brian Bilston.

Post by bindeweede » Wed Mar 14, 2018 10:08 pm

Published just yesterday.
Gremlin

A gremlin’s meddling in state affairs.
He lives beneath the White House stairs
in a cupboard stocked with fake tan jars
and shelves of tarnished samovars.

He creeps out at the witching hour
to sabotage the wheels of power
and make them turn the way he chooses.
And how his puppetry amuses!

The Gremlin’s own Petrushka doll,
a clown hand-carved to play this role.
A wooden, empty-headed thing!
See him dance as he pulls the strings.

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Re: The poems of Brian Bilston.

Post by bindeweede » Wed Apr 11, 2018 10:14 pm

A relatively new one, and for those who've read some of ee cummings, rather good, I'd say. I tried to copy and paste, but the formatting went wrong, so here's just a link.

https://brianbilston.com/2018/04/06/ee- ... e-banking/

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