Tag Archives: poetry from Ian D. Hall

The Fox And The Bear

As you watch the news night after night,

the small tremble of fear they put in the voice of the ageing reporter

as they present their slant on the events,

that make us read their sister papers in grim earnest over

a badly presented cup of coffee, foaming

at the mouth as the headline is designed to irk, cajole

and inwardly terrify…

 

That the news, the encompassing truth, run by the moral guardians

who defend their freedom of speech

but who will gladly come knocking

with their size nine hob nail boots,

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(360 words, estimated 1:26 mins reading time)

Nell

The foliage free trees bowed in your honour as the court dipped their heads,

and the angels wept at your passing and the mourners cried with Humanity’s tears.

The Great Satchmo’s voice strengthening the memory of what

was loved about you and the time you gave others,

yet deep down inside we knew that the Jazz man lied

for we don’t have all the Time in the world,

for far too soon it is all over and an angel greets their new recruit and

she will forever smile upon you.

 

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(173 words, estimated 42 secs reading time)

One Day In Crewe.

 

My Father

is the most honest,

straight-forward man I know.

He instinctively

 knows the safest, straightest

route from A to B.

It therefore came as some surprise

when one cloudy day in Crewe,

he said out-loud,

“You know son,

I think I’d like to buried

at C.”

Ian D. Hall 2014.

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Hannah And The Song.

No matter

how many times you make me feel

as though I must apologise,

I never hear the slightest murmur of a returned regret

or explanation, just the continued self-justified

rant of the hardly innocent, ever smiling, resolutely angry and bitter soul.

Is it possible

to feel more degraded than the way you made me feel,

the contradiction of the argument, the swallowing

of the pride in which would allow my dog

that barks down my ear, growls with impatience,

that slowly salivates and allows to drip

…

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(315 words, estimated 1:16 mins reading time)