Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts

Saturday, 30 April 2011

अ व् क'इस्ट ला वी A V

Tea shop philosophy

Ay Vee it’s me, what d’ye think of
this coalition malarkey?

Alternative votes, makes yer sick
all them politicos thinks we’re
thick, Makes yer right cynical

Clegg’s argument polemical
it ain’t. Just one red herring…

Smoke and mirrors I’m fearing,
Tories don’t want no changes,
if we votes No the danger’s
we’re stuck with the nasty party.

Ay Vee I’m thinkin’ the same
this referendum’s just a game.

It’s a shame they asks us questions
just to get Clegg’s lot in with them
knowin’ the answer’s rubbish.
No votes will mean we’ve vote for
First past the post. They’ll publish
PR’s dead for all them Lib Dems.

Yeah Vee serves them right too I think
if voting yes makes Tories sink,
this A V malarkey just stinks.
But AV’s not PR dear Vee.

If voting yes makes us all pink,
this referendum’s the key
to free us from FPTP

Fancy a cup of tea Vee?
Nothing beats a nice cuppa
Come 5th of May we’ll have to see.

A V who needs it? C’est la vie

A V, Alternative Voting, First past the post, helen pender, poem, Tea shop, philosopher, Tea shop philosopher, 5th May 2011, referendum

Wednesday, 27 April 2011

An Inspector Calls

An Inspector Calls
Précis for J B Priestly


Some conspire to
Undo goodness. An
Inspector calls,
Colluding to bare
Impoverished life.
Devoted to
Exposing evil.


The right of Helen Pender to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted by her in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act, 1988.

Helen Pender, Oakham, Rutland, poem, J B Priestley, An Inspector Calls, Eva, acrostic

Devil’s Paintbrush

Devil’s Paintbrush
For J B Priestley’s Eva; Donne; Bunyan and Jake Arnott


Devil’s paintbrush; tinting shades
Of hell, slowly etching anguish,
small brushstroke by small brushstroke.
Fiendishly cut in bloody ink.
Sketching in the victim’s gore.
Employing men to do his will.
Attrition of the drip drip drip;
his tools the people of his ilk,
who excuse their actions mildly.
Remonstrating innocently:
“I only kicked the clod of earth,
I never caused a landslide,
my actions alone didn’t make
her sink in the slough of despond;
others were to blame more than I,
I alone couldn’t cause her to
lose all hope. My deeds nothing
to compare. One drip of the tap;
merely a soupcon of despair,
didn’t wash her life away.”
Devil’s paintbrush; tinted shades
Of hell, dripping, extinguishing,
small brushstroke by small paintbrush.


The right of Helen Pender to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted by her in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act, 1988.

Helen Pender, Devil's Paintbrush, poem, Rutland, Oakham, J B Priestley

Dark Dark Materials- For Philip Pullman

Dark Materials
For Philip Pullman


Philip Pullman’s Lyra identified
the soul or daemon amputated
from the mentally manipulated.

A magnificent heroine fighting
psychically challenged accepted norms,
to restore the pursuit of happiness.

Not all the happiness of the fairground
carousel wheeling, circling around
in a whirl of mindless waltzing pleasure.

But the serene contented consciousness
that eternal happiness is the
result of a life lived in Godly love.

Deus ex-machina battling the flood
of iniquity. Enduring love
heralding the arrival of the dove.

Spiritual faith in the only true God
devoid of religious piety;
uncovers potential divinity.


The right of Helen Pender to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted by her in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act, 1988.

Helen Pender, poem, Rutland, Oakham, {hilip Pullman, Dark Materials

Experience -

Experience -
Blake and Pullman’s mystical carriage


There is a class of men that delight in
anarchic destruction. Using the law
malevolently to subvert justice;
excising goodness and mercy, light and

sunlit loving kindnesses. Darkly glooms
our world to processions of evil guise;
ulcerating ambitious misdeeds with
legacies of vice interpreted as
selfless self-sacrifice. Devil’s servant

anticipates aspiring greedy men;
men whose will to power tramples over all
principles. Morals mutate from honour,
until the souls of the ignorant join
together with the consciously evil:
asserting wicked iniquity as
the price a pragmatist must always pay:
eventual success at the end of the
day, demands no less than this fiendish way.


The right of Helen Pender to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted by her in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act, 1988.

Helen Pender, Oakham, rutland, poem, experience, Philip Pullman, Dark Materials

Ignorant Eden

Ignorant Eden


Eternally the soul longs to be loved
to love in return, to reach heavenly
ecstasy with the angelic host in
reviving spiritual nourishment in
natural beauty. Devices alter,
artificially creating a world
like paradise. But lift the camouflage
layering our lives; experience Eden;
yearning, glorifying naïveté.

The right of Helen Pender to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted by her in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act, 1988.

Eternally, Helen Pender, Oakham, poem, acrostic, Rutland

CAN YOU BANK ON IT?

CAN YOU BANK ON IT?

A great vampire squid

Wrapped around the face
Of humanity
Running a race to
Resurrect grace
Interred sans pity
Economic trust
Deceiving octopus hid

Wrapped around the face
Of humanity
Running a race
To resurrect faith
Helplessly bid to
Lessen and allay
Economic distrust
Squid become octopi
Smothering in ink

Barbaric practises
Adopting swindling
Nihilist tendencies
Keeping the lid on
Internal fraud and
Noxious toxic
Games playing silent

Secret schemata
Eventually did for
Civilised values Just
Turned themselves in
Our bank’s reputation
Rusted worthless dust

The right of Helen Pender to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted by her in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act, 1988.

Helen Pender, poem, banks, acrostic, Oakham, Rutland, banking,