Sample poems

27/10/08

Better than Cornflakes:

Love in the morning
The perfect start
Very low fat
And good for your heart
Very fruity
And ever so sweet
Much more satisfying
Than bowlfuls of wheat
It really is the healthy way
To rise and shine on every day

Go to work on a bed!

(c) Ian Williams. 2007

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Fishing for compliments:

Sometimes, I wonder how fishermen date
Hoping to reel in their perfect mate.
I often think that on the whole
They must be such a lonely sole.
Hoping the bait will be taken in time
Casting about their chat-up lines.

And casually asking -“Your plaice or mine?”

(c) Ian Williams 2008.

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My Nan:

My Nan, who was ninety-four,
Lived for a long time on the second floor.
Ornaments filled every space in her flat.
She called them “niknaks”; my Mum called them tat!

A lady of independent means, she looked after herself,
Decorating each room and dusting each shelf.

Until the day when “That Man” called,
Piling papers in the hall.
Making a mess on all the seating,
Taking food from the cupboard, to stop her eating.

Increasingly, each day, he came right in,
Past the taped door and handles tied with string.
Taking things that were not his,
Hiding her purse in the bottom of the fridge.

But the cruellest trick he played of all
Was the way he tripped her and made her fall.
He left her hurt and full of pain.
The Doctor said she wasn’t sane.
He wouldn’t believe the real truth,
That he’d avoided the doors and come through the roof

He said that here she wouldn’t last,
She had to move and leave the past.

Full not of rubbish, but of memories; her familiar place.
Each ornament filling not just a shelf, but also an emotional space.

She was moved very quickly,
For her far too soon,
Into a home and just one room.
Peace of mind for a very fat fee,
Losing both her home and her dignity.

With all her cheerful “niknaks” cast aside,
All her precious memories had nowhere to hide.

Gradually, with each passing day,
They tiptoed out the door and quietly went away.

(c) Ian Williams 2007