America Turns the Lights on (US Election)

The lights go on

And the darkness slips away, from

The podium

The Twitter fuelled hate

The stockpiling of lies, we thought it was too late


But it Brings a better day

Brings a better day

Brings a better day


A tombstone is lifted

And people can now breath

Not suffocating from insanity

And his personal greed


It brings a better day

Brings a better day

Brings a better day

© David R Mellor

US election 2020 results: Biden wins presidency, defeating Trump

David is from Liverpool, England. He found understanding and belief through words, and his work has been aired widely, at the BBC, The Tate, galleries and pubs and everything in between. Discover more about David on his Facebook Page YouTube Twitter

The Bomb App

Bombs are “smart “

They only target foreign skin

I’m sure it will break just a few limbs

And not see an apartment cave in

It will whistle past the Russians,

Saying hi along the way

Give reverence to the Iranians

“Get out of my way “

Bombs are “smart”

They only pinpoint the “exact foreign skin “

But when the families are laid out on a cold hard floor

The breath of life beating no more

Well

“We will have to do better next time

Start those fighter planes”

Let it begin

Again

And again

And again

And again

© David R Mellor

What did Trump mean when he said the U.S. missiles heading for Syria are ‘smart’?

David Mellor is from Liverpool, England. He found understanding and belief through words, and his work has been aired widely, at the BBC, The Tate, galleries and pubs and everything in between. Discover more about David on his Facebook Page YouTubeTwitter: @olunikat

The Island of the Dead

Under the soft snow of Alabama

They let him hang from a tree

To tell them “no one messes with Mary Lee”

In a classroom 50 miles south they picked on María Guadalupe.

And made her crawl on her knees

At a special school they broke off for tea, went back to their dormitories

And saw Steve Jane and others too burnt to see

In the Island of the dead

They made America cremate again

In the White House he sat petulant and cold

Letting loose

Women to be slapped

Blacks to be murdered

Muslims to be demonized,

"You’re the terrorist Mr Trump"

"You’re the terrorist Mr Trump"

But in the soul of the dead

America was great again

© David Mellor

Trump 'in Oval Office outburst about migrants'

David Mellor is from Liverpool, England. He found understanding and belief through words, and his work has been aired widely, at the BBC, The Tate, galleries and pubs and everything in between. Discover more about David on his Facebook Page YouTube Twitter: @olunikat

Las Vegas

Gun Controlled

“Gun control ?”

“I controlled it.”

Bought the legal rounds

Bought the bullets screaming loud

The voice of NRA screaming

“That’s what makes America proud”

“Gun controlled

I used it.”

The second amendment

The senators on the hill

The guy who shot to miss and killed

The domestic settled on a hand gun

A boy caught between the cross fire

And now the highest figure

Written in the clouds

Burning at hell’s door

Take away these fire arms

No more.

The Guns Controlled

YOU controlled it

© David Mellor

Las Vegas shooting: Trump dubs killer 'sick and demented'

David Mellor is from Liverpool, England. He found understanding and belief through words, and his work has been aired widely, at the BBC, The Tate, galleries and pubs and everything in between. Discover more about David on his Facebook Page YouTube Twitter: @olunikat

Aftermath  (Sonnet)

Heard shooter, down, and blood, then candle, spree.

Today’s compelling sweetness makes it worse;

Our seeming lean to darkness baffles me:

These acts horrific, repetition's hearse!

Let's sheathe our swords, and listen to small birds;

Note vultures sulking, high on gnarled trees.

Their beaks are how they eat, and never words

That poke and prod like bullets - Pray release!

The challenge now is writing how I feel

While dragging every word with rusted chains

That snarl, beg, delay, repeat – I yield:

Just give us nests with birds, a cleansing rain.

The writer wants to slumber with a dove,

to feel soft wings, no words, consider love.

© Kay Weeks

Nothing Will Change After the Las Vegas Shooting

Kay Weeks worked for 30 years for the US National Parks Service in the area of National Historic Preservation, retiring in 2005. She writes and publishes poetry in the US and the UK.

You’re So God Like (I.S)

Ahead of the pack
Making someone’s fall
Bringing families to their knees 
Doing it for Allah ? 
No please……………….


You’re so god like
Marching people to death
You can decide who’s worthy
Of life 
And who should have …..death 


You’re so YouTube 
CNN 
Your bitter fame 
Your moment of gory
It’s not in Allah’s name


only yours



UN investigators to visit Iraq
© David R. Mellor
David was born in Liverpool in 1964. He left school with nothing, rummaged around various dead end jobs, then back to college and uni. In his 20s he first discovered poetry, starting writing and performing and has done so ever since. He has lived on the Wirral for the past 8 years.

Sleep Walking

Who can sleep
When we’re sleep walking into hell
Your neighbour growing
Fascist views
Planting the seeds of a bitter mess


Who can sleep
When we are sleep walking
Into hell
Whose children
Will next be kicked in groin
because they are “foreign and they smell”


Who can sleep
When the pounder is at the door
You may resist
But it’s too late 
Because
Democracy is no more

Revival of Fascism

© David R Mellor 2014

UKIP IF YOU WANT TO

UKIP

If you want to

Into the jaws of hate

Despise those

Walking on your streets

Carrying on with their normal lives

Turn them into monsters

No human blood inside   

UKIP

If you want to

Into the jaws of hate

But don’t  moan …

When they come for you …

© David |R Mellor 2014

UKIP slammed over "foreign invasion".

DYLAN THOMAS

(on the 100th anniversary of his birth)

And you as hopeless and troubled as I
Hitting the pen and the bottle at the same time

Snug tight in a valley just touching the sky
Words flowed freely, catching the heron
 and what it means to be alive.

I first met you when the first red pen brushed my soul
Blue and black came unwanted

I was looking for someone
Who had all the colours inside
and you laid them out before me

spring air the fresh tide and all life’s troubles
that rip us up
in time

©  David R Mellor  2014

Dylan Thomas Centenary Site

Blow up the North

“Mr Cameron we need to destroy our chemical weapons “


can we bring them to your country?”



“Ohh yes sure sure anything to stop this bloody war”



“Ok we will set sail to Dover and maybe a harbour nearby”



“No I have voters there, how about near Liverpool I’m hated there



“But that’s the other side of the country and there maybe loss of life”



“I ‘ll live with it, I’ve already taken most of their lives”

© david r mellor 2014

http://www.liverpoolecho.co.uk/news/liverpool-news/syria-weapons-chemicals-destroyed-ellesmere-6519753

David was born in Liverpool in 1964. He left school with nothing, rummaged around various dead end jobs, then back to college and uni. In his 20s he first discovered poetry, starting writing and performing and has done so ever since. I has lived on the Wirral for the past 8 years.

Philip Seymour Hoffman

A good guy gone
When Jackson went I thought “oh dear”
When Houston went I thought “ how sad”
When I saw you’d gone  I thought “ o no”
Not you

You turned every character into life
But you couldn't do it for yourself
No RIP that’s just too cheap
Just thank you for what you left for
Me and you

Actor Phillip Seymour Hoffman Dies

©David Mellor

A Gift X

Waiting in the queue

As far back as the eyes can see

I wait

And wait

To get you something

For all the things you've done for me

Priceless, you gave it free

Held my hand when sadness swept over  me

A smile at the end of a long day.

I’m paying you back in a small way

Waiting in the queue,

Tired after a long day.

Now just a few more paces to go

Imagining your face

Aglow

I say

Thank you ,

For being

You

©David R. Mellor

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Christmas

Please click here for the video http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4rXCBbDyEfg

Photo…………………Shoot

Where  were you when he really  needed you ?
Labelled a Terrorist
Pumped money into the hateful regime
Let Barclays bank buy  bullets that cut his people down
Your party is obscene

you’re taking a selfie now
like it’s a wedding
or lads stag do

you had no respect for Mandela
and you couldn't
have cared less
about Soweto
Johannesburg   and Cape Town too

you’re on a photo ………..shoot
that’s  what you let the apartheid  regime do

Cameron's selfie at Mandela's memorial

©David Mellor

It’s Black Friday

“For those starving in Africa?”

“For Civil Rights in America ?”

“For those destitute and poor?”

NoNoNo

It’s” International Greed Day”

Open warfare

For a mobile phone

Plasma screen

Anything cut price

You shoppers are obscene

You should be storming the barricades for human rights

But NoNoNo

Carnage, injuries, blood on the floor

I hope  all the goods are faulty

And that one day

You are “passionate”

About  something

Other than

you

 

© David R Mellor 2013

Black Friday flurry for UK retailers

David was born in Liverpool in 1964. He left school with nothing, rummaged around various dead end jobs, then back to college and uni. In his 20s he first discovered poetry, starting writing and performing and has done so ever since. I has lived on the Wirral for the past 8 years.

'Modern Tart'

Hang up that picture

You

Piece of

Shit

You’ll probably frame that too.

“Look this is one of his earlier works,

It‘s thick and long expressing life’s movement “

Verbal diarrhoea

“Let’s bid for that too”

“Don’t you want to send some money to the Philippines?”

“Oh do they do art too?”

No they’re clinging onto bare life

“Oh well go and take a picture of that

And I will bid for that too”

Hang up “that” picture

You

Piece of

Shit

“You will frame that “

©  David R, Mellor

Andy Warhol auction record shattered

David was born in Liverpool in 1964. He left school with nothing, rummaged around various dead end jobs, then back to college and uni. In his 20s he first discovered poetry, starting writing and performing and has done so ever since. I has lived on the Wirral for the past 8 years.

Dressed like Miley Cyrus pouting like Rihanna

Dressed like Miley Cyrus pouting like Rihanna

But barely 13 …

The car door opens to something  obscene

And as is it rambles on for “their” special one

Drinks and candy pass their way

He says she’s beautiful and he’s sure his friends will also think that way

Dressed like Miley Cyrus pouting like Rihanna

But barely thirteen…

She’s left …

like a broken doll

Stripped …

of her childhood

©David Mellor

Miley Cyrus video criticised

David was born in Liverpool in 1964. He left school with nothing, rummaged around various dead end jobs, then back to college and uni. In his 20s he first discovered poetry, starting writing and performing and has done so ever since. I has lived on the Wirral for the past 8 years.

Blow up the pipelines

Blow up the pipelines
They’re driving us mad
It’s like mustard gas is covering our country with
Lies
Riches
Pockets bulging at the seams
While pensioners and the poor rip open their anthrax  ridden fuel bill
Shiver in the corner
Set fire to the bill for warmth
Then  finally ….
Driven mad through fear
Fill their room with gas, and strike…  … .. .
“Blow up the pipelines
They’re driving us MAD”

© David R Mellor 2013 
Npower today unveiled an increase of more than 10 per cent across the UK

Pounds, shillings and pence/ Each end of the month losing cents by David R. Mellor

http://www.itv.com/news/story/2013-08-02/financial-struggles-worsened/

Mark Mace Smith David R. Mellor

F.U.CK GOD

He put the Tories in

Let you die

Let countless lovers walk on by
Don’t throw knees down to Allah

He just walked into a Kenyan mall

Just dropped a few bombs on Christians

Wailing in hell

F.C.UK GOD

 I’m allowed to blaspheme

You never created

Us to rip anyone in two

But so

Many

Scream

“We do it for you”
© David R Mellor

David was born in Liverpool in 1964. He left school with nothing, rummaged around various dead end jobs, then back to college and uni. In his 20s he first discovered poetry, starting writing and performing and has done so ever since. I has lived on the Wirral for the past 8 years.

Sunday review

The week began on a sad note for poetry as the news of the death of Seamus Heaney broke. Caroline Hurley's excellent poem "Salt of Our Earth" paid a great tribute to him in words and images that evoked his life and work perfectly.
John Saunders' poem "Atropine" was Tuesday's poem and said a lot in a few words. The contrast with the death dealing Belladonna plant and the antidote for gas attacks is very well made.
David Mellor's poem "NOT YOU" made a good point on Wednesday about how we can so easily switch off from horrendous events such as the gas attack. The downside of being as well informed about these things is that it is very easy to feel helpless and this leads to turning away .
My own poem for Seamus Heaney "Sláinte" was Thursday's poem. Siobhan raised some good points in the comments.
Carolyn Cornthwaite's poem "How Shalt Thou Kill Me?" 
Was Friday's poem and made the point about big nations and their, sometimes, contradictory stances. It is a memorable poem.
Luigi Pagano's poem "Rumpus in Olympus" continued the story of the current business elite who actually seem like criminals, must be a camera trick, eh? 
Keep up the submissions folks and have a good week. We have some blossom happening in NZ which is certainly cheering the place up a bit.

NOT YOU

We didn't choose where to die

We didn't think it would be better to walk down your street

Then someone would give a shit and cry.

We were born a long way from you

But flesh clings to our bodies like you

But you see burns on the screen, no screams

No wails of pain it’s not your kids

Not in your backyard missed

Didn't land on your bus stop or bread queue

 

We didn't choose to be under a plane that dropped

Its load

Just pick up your Tesco’s order and be gone

Like we split in two

 

© David R Mellor 2013

Syria chemical warfare survivors.

David was born in Liverpool in 1964. He left school with nothing, rummaged around various dead end jobs, then back to college and uni. In his 20s he first discovered poetry, starting writing and performing and has done so ever since. He has lived on the Wirral for the past 8 years. He is on Facebook.