IT

 IT

Apparently, some men have got it,

Lots of men want it

A few spend time searching for it,

One or two can’t do without it.

Now, some women deserve it,

Others, they earn it.

I know a few who’d push it,

Then there are the ones who love it.

Me, I think I’d quite like it,

If I could ever get it.

Whereas would I know it,

If I’d actually had it?

Phil Hall

June 2012

DAFFODIL

DAFFODIL

In the first light of dawn,

A world gripped in a frosty morn

A little friend caresses our sight.

Shunned by fancy bouquets

But in our hearts it stays,

With it’s yellow trumpet full of might.

An emblem to succour the ill,

Its bright hope can instil

Against cancer, the continuous fight.

With its simplicity unbending,

Whether a relationship needs mending

It’s a natural salvation and light.

It’s beautiful smiling face,

 Adorning garden, hedgerow or any place

The daffodil.... this simple, God given delight.

Phil Hall   March 2013

WHEN RIGHTS ARE WRONG

When rights are wrong

An innocent girl just wanted to go to school,

In a land where women have no rights and tyrants rule.

Children cannot fly a kite, brown paper is banned,

If a woman wears nail varnish, she loses her hand.

                            ****

I find it amazing, so hard to understand,

How a woman considers it a right, to wear a veil in this land.

Surely the actions of brave Malala Yousafzai,

Has given all women, a chance to rid the lie.

                            ****

Being covered from head to toe, unable to show your face,

Is a man telling a woman she's not part of the human race.

To get the vote and to be allowed into certain places,

A woman died beneath the hooves at Epsom races.

                            ****

The message from Malala and Emily Davison is strong,

Bowing to a mans will is not a right, it is wrong.

It’s so hard to lose our young in the Afghan dust,

But, this madness must be checked, children’s freedom a must.

                             ****

So, whilst here in freedom, a woman has every right,

To drive a car, get a job, go to school and be in sight.

When you walk your child to school, should they be shot?

Education is her right, would you deny her? I thought not.

.

.

.

Phil Hall             October 2012

WHAT GOD?

What God?

When the dust and ash fell on New York taking so many lives,

Police, firemen, workers all, sons, husbands, fathers and wives.

When the planes were taken and torn from the sky,

Sentencing holidaymakers, business travellers and airline staff to die.

It just makes me think... what God would condone this?

                                       

When a person can walk among shoppers in a market square,

And rip apart lives of women and children in a bombs infernal glare.

Innocents are just pawns in the pursuit of religions name,

Throughout history fanatics have craved spiritual fame.

It just makes me ask... what God would support this?

                                        

When families are destroyed through an individual’s belief,

Using Gods name and twisting his words to act like a thief.

Bending the scriptures to suit their own purpose for gain,

The disowning of so called non-believers, leave a family in pain.

It just makes me think... what God would ever promote this?

                                        

When a man creates an ideology and expects all to follow,

Their radical beliefs and fundamentalism so very hard to swallow.

To me, the true measure of Gods will and mans self worth,

Is to treat all men, women and children as equals on earth.

It just makes me ask... what God (in any form) wouldn't want this?

Phil Hall                    September 2012

This was my first piece of work to be published. I've dedicated to my cousin Vincent, who has felt the anguish of losing loved ones to a supposed religion. 

ANNOYING ADVERT

              ANNOYING ADVERT

You put stamps into an album..... You save,

He takes a penalty at football..... You save.

You find a better return on your money..... You save.

Well how about?

You don’t want a beard..... You shave,

They don’t dance in clubs anymore..... They rave.

Put your arm up and shake it..... You wave,

The British legion poppy appeal..... You gave.

Gave up chocolate for Lent..... You crave,

You’re into sadistic pleasure..... You deprave.

Your dad has to speak to you..... You behave,

You erect a new fence..... You plant a stave.

In cards we call it a jack..... Not a knave,

Only fools and horses, twenty four seven..... Only on Dave.

Kids don’t have a favourite..... It’s a fave,

You want to build a patio.....You pave.

An epitaph on a tombstone.....You engrave,

Barbaric military dictators and religious fanatics..... They enslave.

Your doctor gives you bad news..... Be brave,

Ssntander, stop this advert.....You’re sending me to an early grave!

Phil Hall     June 2012

MEERCATS

MEERCATS

What’s the fascination with meercats?

All they are is flea ridden rats.

They’re on our TV’s at all times of day,

On billboards and buses, they find a way.

To have you believe they’re from Leningrad.

But, in fact they’re stuffed toys, how very sad,

That car insurance is going off the scale.

The incentive to buy… A Sergei doll in the mail.

****

Why Russian anyway? When it’s life on African soil,

Scratching the earth for bugs, that’s real toil.

Dogs sell insurance too; a monkey went into space,

A horse was once Pope, animals all over the place.

Why not go the whole way? It maybe just too sinister,

Have a goldfish captain England and a snail as prime minister.

So, about my car insurance, I don’t care what meercats say.

I’ll not buy from them, but, a warthog might just be ok!

Phil Hall    November 2011

TOYS

 TOYS

The advent of arcade games,

Super Mario, zombies and other such names,

For many years young girls and boys,

Received as presents, large plastic toys.

Happy days spent pulling straws from ker plunk,

To hoping you don’t get your battleship sunk.

Loading a suitcase onto buckaroo,

Pulling out the funny bone during operation too.

Hornby train sets and scalextrix cars,

To battling tops and Kung fu fighting stars.

We used place mats to play table tennis,

Now it’s Wii Olympic Games with Jessica Ennis.

When Dad was a boy he had a wooden painted gun,

Mom had a clothes peg doll, I bet she had fun.

We played pro-shot golf during a power strike,

A bull horn or a chopper was a fabulous bike,

Now it’s BMX, cross terrain and unisex trail,

Even skateboards and tri- bikes have masts and sails.

I remember from around the age of eleven

Every young boy dreamed of owning a Johnny 7,

A rocket launching gun, firing grenades on elastic,

But it never lasted long because it was made of plastic.

                      Phil Hall……. Feb 2012