There I was
And now I’m not
I’m lost like you
In life’s gavotte.
The world it spins
We all stand still
To make a move
We need the will.
©Joe Wilson – At a standstill 2013
There I was
And now I’m not
I’m lost like you
In life’s gavotte.
The world it spins
We all stand still
To make a move
We need the will.
©Joe Wilson – At a standstill 2013
I called, you were not there
I couldn’t wait
I had to leave
Goodbye. I’m sorry.
©JRW2013
I’m sitting here shivering and waiting
And I’m not having very much luck
While Tom over there has a net full of perch
There’s nowt on the end of my hook.
It’ll be just the same when we next go
Tom’ll fill up his net with some bream
Me, I’ll catch me a couple of minnows
But I’ll smile when I’d much rather scream.
But wait! The carp season cometh
And it’s my turn to have me some fun
The one way that he’d catch a leather
Is to shoot at the thing with a gun.
The carp, what a mighty opponent
Has such power and grace all in one
But poor Tom as he lifts up his ledger
Finds no fish, and the bait has all gone.

©Joe Wilson – To a Carp…2014
He sat there lonely, very sad
Redundancy was very bad
You’re too old at forty-eight
Go and sit, and wait – and wait.
And after he had sat and waited
Pride had gone, he felt deflated
No one would ask him
No one would care
Who’d want to know
Why he was sat there!
And thus he sat as he was told
On old park benches, tired and cold
Until one day he simply died
Nobody missed him, nobody cried.
He was far too young at fifty-seven
To leave his bench and find his Heaven.
But, no one had asked him
No one had cared
His dignity gone
He’d completely despaired.
He lay down dying in the sand
And reached out with his withered hand
The only one that he had got
The other hacked off while he shot
At all hunters milling round
Who’d wrestled him down to the ground
And taken what he needed most
It was required by me, Mine Host
And though he couldn’t make a noise
They’d cut his tongue out, he’d no voice
Still I knew he understood
It wouldn’t do, it was no good!
He couldn’t have the apple pie
In my restaurant – you wear a tie!!
(To be spoken with increasing speed, gusto and volume!)
©Joe Wilson – Down at the Sahara Savoy.. 1996/2013
There was never a chance of a win in the war in Afghanistan. There are never winners anyway. Nobody has ever suborned the Afghan people despite the numerous invasions of that country. They have fighting skills going back centuries in the learning, and they have mountains in which to disappear as and when it is necessary to regroup. Besides! Who on earth gave us the right to try to bend these people to our way anyway? We have never taken too kindly to invasion ourselves.
We have no right to force our kind of democracy on them. The structure of their society is completely different.
However, using dialogue and discussion, we should be desperately trying to encourage the acceptance of men and women as equals within their society. Recent events show that rape victims, abandoned by their families, are usually seen as the sinners, and are often sent to prison, whilst the rapist, though often sent to prison too, generally for shorter terms, is seen as the one being hard done by. This attitude must surely change. This is the twenty-first century and well past time that people of whatever gender, colour, creed and sexual orientation were treated with equal dignity and as having equal rights.
In my country, the United Kingdom, we have all but destroyed the manufacturing base, and therefore, robbed our grand-children’s generation of many jobs. For that there is no excuse. The least we can do in compensation is enshrine into our way of thinking a sense that everyone is treated equally and fairly: in the work-place, in law, in society, and in faith. At least then, that generation may get fairer chances.
They may also realise that it makes good sense not to interfere in the running of other sovereign nations when one should be concentrating on running one’s own better.

I wish I could be a little less sad.
I’m sure being happy isn’t half bad
And the half that is bad wouldn’t be an excuse
Not to savour the good half and put it to use.
But then if my happiness made people sad
That would just make me feel really bad
And the good half that I’d been putting to use
Would feel like an awful abuse.