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Born and raised in Manchester, England. However, I recently undertook a "How Mancunian are you?" survey and came out only 50%. I guess the other 50% is a mixture of my Irish roots and my general world view. This may be reflected in my poetic efforts.
Born and raised in Manchester, England. However, I recently undertook a "How Mancunian are you?" survey and came out only 50%. I guess the other 50% is a mixture of my Irish roots and my general world view. This may be reflected in my poetic efforts.
  2d  Chris Neilson
JOHN BAVERSTOCK
JOHN BAVERSTOCK
2 days ago

As I browse out the window,
Whilst sipping my drink
Watching the Big Issue seller,
I shudder to think
Wondering what his story is?
Who really cares!
Events in his past,
Just why is he there?
Big Issue!
Big Issue!
Is all that he yells,
In under an hour,
Barely one he sells.
Yet he is there in,
Sun, wind,
Rain and snow.
For hours on end,
Then off he will go.
Where is home?
Just how does he get by?
You can’t knock someone,
For having a try
The very next day,
He is there once again,
It is bitterly cold,
It’s starting to rain
A smile on his face,
He sells his first copy
Kind lady goes up,
Hands him a free cup of coffee
So grateful he is,
Clenching the cup close to his lips
Gently warming his hands,
As he slowly sips,
Every day he is there,
So many choose to ignore,
Big Issue!
Big Issue!
He hails once more.

#poem   #sad   #homeless   #plight  
Chris Neilson
Chris Neilson
2 days ago

Dumbty Trumpty sat
on a border wall
Dumbty Trumpty
had a great fall
all the President's lackeys
and all the President's yes men
couldn't put Dumbty back together again

You gotta keep your SOH in this bad, bad world.
#humpty   #dumpty   #trump  
Chris Neilson
Chris Neilson
2 days ago

I remember you
more than
you remember me
what gives?

It's happened to most of us?
#10w  
Chris Neilson
Chris Neilson
6 days ago

Raindrops keep falling in my life
pitter, patter, pitter patter, trouble and strife
unfamiliar experiences and reactions rife
a body like butter with pain the knife

Life went on 'til illness pressed pause
a reticent role of rebel with a cause
each day now a battle in wellness wars
poetic metaphors dig like devil's claws

An existential journey throwing curve balls
the game of life gives iffy line calls
barriers and hurdles provide plentiful falls
bad days find you climbing the walls

Hearing Carpenters songs wearing a frown
rainy days and Mondays always got me down

#life   #illness   #rain   #wellness  

Whatever the weather
we ignore it, never
for many an obsession
a form of digression

When meeting a stranger
we fear no danger
providing we tether
ourselves to the weather

Wonder whether the weather
should be called "whether"?
whether rain or shine
the weather's in decline

Whether it's climate change
which Trump seems strange
or whether it's mankind's folly
never visit Manchester without a brolly!

Yet another pun on Mr President's name.
*brolly - umbrella

The feast of Ireland's patron saint is here
celebrated wildly with whiskey and beer
fictitious leprechauns turn mighty this day
if you annoy them or get in their way
expect a slap and a clip around the ear

A St.Patrick's day limerick

Paddy was born in the Irish Free State
to Ned, Mary and a sister called Kate
for 13 years County Wexford was home
a rural landscape with freedom to roam
emigration to England and Manchester beckoned
a grand place to find work it was reckoned
a new baby was born, an Irish Mancunian brother
he was christened John by his father and mother

Paddy worked hard for a drink and a song
as humble and honest as the day is long
his favourite tune was Raglan Road
never missed Mass, wherever his abode
England had provided a fresh start
but Ireland remained forever in his heart
accepting, likeable, knowledgeable and fair
always thought of in remembrance prayer

As St.Patrick's Day approaches, an ode to my late Uncle Patrick(always known as Paddy). Kate is my mother.
 
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