The Ignorance of Man…

salvador dali the face of war
The Face of War – Salvador Dali

I’ve ridden the great beast of ignorance
Naivety always sped me on my way
And all around was bitter suffering
Whilst in my idiocy I never dared to stay.
And woe, I saw a hundred men
And yet a hundred more
As turned they into blood and pain
The fodder to political war.
Behind a wall I hid in my fear
Or lay I in caves so dark
As man lost all humanity
While of compassion there was no spark.
For what is war but filth and grime
And death for those who’ve done no crime
Whilst yet the maker of war tools
Sees profits rise from deaths of fools.
Yet when man cries, ‘no more, no more’
Perverse they turn on him and cry
As cruel events repeat themselves
More people have to fall and die.

©Joe Wilson – The Ignorance of Man…2017



I’ve stepped through that portal
And gone back in my time
So painful the memories
Unrelenting the rhyme.
At the start of the Sixties
My friend’s brother caused a fuss
He fell out of a van
And fell under a bus.
Yet each of his family
Got on with their life
It didn’t do for poor folks
To dwell much on strife.
It was around the same time
That I lost my Dad too
Then later a brother
Then another one too.
But you got on with things
What else could you do
It was simply the way
That the colder winds blew.
Yet despite that
Everything wasn’t so bad
Many times
I was exceptionally glad
Of the family I had
And the friends that I made
And the sport, ah! The rugby
I so often played.
Then later a family I had of my own
Filling our lives with such joy
How happy we were as our own family grew
Even being quite poor just couldn’t annoy.
Yet pain then caught up
And destroyed a young life
And in its foul wake
It near took my wife
But we all fought together
We’d not let it win
We’ve now brought her home
Though she’s painfully thin.
Of course! There are portals
Which take me elsewhere
Sometimes to places
Where I haven’t a care
Yet the family portal
I’m drawn to the most
As the love that I feel there
Always keeps me on post.

©Joe Wilson – Portals…2017


Older now
So very much older
A year that felt like a decade
And yet like a minute too.
And in that time
We have aged
So very much
Our eyes are that much
Hearing becomes a strain
All the surrounding bustle
Just sounds like so much rain
And in days of mist
Yet even as the sun shines
‘I was so proud to know her.’
In my head, repeated lines.
It will get a little better
I often hear them say
I wonder if it will at all
If I’ll live to see that day.

©Joe Wilson – untitled…2017

On the hustings, yeah!…



It’s raining
Up go the umbrellas
But of course
It’s that time

Red roses and torches
Lesser party signs too
Adorning umbrellas
It’s what parties do.

Then out come the megaphones
That will distort the voices
Of the oily deceivers
Who tell you your choices.

Yet, mostly I fear
Right from the first line
That all we will hear
Is excreta bovine!

Vote with your conscience
Vote what you think
The outcome’s the same
For us, it will stink!!

©Joe Wilson – On the hustings, yeah!…2017

Mutton on the hoof…

A silly thought popped in my mind
A strange allegiance in my bed
An oddment that I felt for sure
Was with the cabbage on my head.
Which frankly I feel is extreme
When baked with lots of clotted cream
And served with mutton still on hoof
That climb up ladders to the roof
To yell that they are not yet dead
“Go feed on creamy cake instead!”

It’s not that one would be unkind
To eat the mutton while alive
You’d juggle lemons with great skill
While pondering foodless to survive.
For eating meat will keep you strong
And mutton stew is never wrong.
Going without is not too magical
When you take a long cabbagical
As nowt makes sense like good old mutton
With cabbage to give you that drive.

©Joe Wilson – Mutton on the hoof…2017

I was inspired by the nonsensical Mrs Jaypher…
[from The Complete Nonsense Book, edited by Lady Strachey, 1912]

Political humbuggery…

And yet once more we find ourselves here
Vote for me, vote for me
(One hears the calls so stridently)
For I will make the country a better place for all
Sentiments that fill the airwaves, it’s election time
As all of us quite ancient ones will readily recall.

Will it be better this time, O yes. O yes
But of course not, except perhaps for the gullible few
And yet still, once again we place our cross
Like fools who in truth know so much better
As we burn the spam that comes through the door
Oily promises in that creepy personal letter.

Someone will lose everything, some may gain some ground
And as always the losers are the people
In history such has always been found.

Election time — when a country is at war with itself – yet once more.

And democracy – this is no time for democracy, this is politics!! One of those rare occasions where the employer, that’s us, lose out to the employee, whose first job will be to adjust upwards his or her remuneration. Bah! Humbug!

©Joe Wilson – Political humbuggery…2017