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Love Conquers Hate

I wrote this poem in response to the increasing signs of hate we are seeing across the world. This surely is the time when the rule of universal love, to love our neighbour as ourselves, must be the mantra of anyone who claims to be a humanitarian, whether you are religious or not. I read it today at Southcart Books in Walsall at the monthly Walsall Poetry Society Open Mic and it got a positive reception. Hope those of you reading this like it too and as always comments are most welcome.


Love Conquers Hate

Martin Luther King once famously did declare

He would rather stick with love, as

Hate was too great a burden to bear.

Yet in this world today we see nightly on TV

How this burden manifests itself, almost each and everywhere.

Hatred spawns its rhetoric within the fibre of a nation

From east to west across the globe,

We seem locked in perpetual confrontation.

Voices of reason get marginalised to the side

And wiser heads cannot prevail, on this sickening situation.

When folk become targets due to the colour of their skin

Where accents and origin signal vile abuse,

These actions can only feed the evil of human sin.

When we allow ourselves to forget the rule of universal love,

Like vultures, anarchy circles, waiting for it to begin.

And when we look for leadership we only find despair;

As those tasked with seeking peace,

Seem more concerned with the styling of their hair.

Preferring the language of Armageddon,

Rather than debate we might all share.

But the voices of resistance have once again been stirred,

Those protesting to power have made this declaration:

Love conquers hate, on this we’ve always concurred

But to love your neighbour as yourself

Is once again, the message that needs to be heard.



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Bureacuracy Incorporated

As I write this my head is still hurting from all the shaking which it has endured since I came across the latest in bureaucratic nonsense involving those two old nemesis of mine; the local NHS and Walsall Council. Admittedly, it has been a while since I have had cause to take to the keyboards to highlight yet another  piece of lunacy, overseen by those who at least, are supposed to exercise leadership and responsibility when spending what passes for the public purse in our area.

To put the matter into context: I am a type 2 diabetic and have been for several years now. Prior to changing GP’s – forced on me by geography rather than any competency issues it must be said – I used to be issued with a sharps box in order to safely dispose of the test strips and lancets with which I test my blood sugar. Luckily I am one of those fortunate people whose condition is fairly stable, so only need to check said blood sugar levels on very infrequent occasions. Consequently it has taken me quite a while to fill it up- a mere six years in fact (I did say checking of blood sugar was a very infrequent need on my part). Well today, I finally managed to fill said box up to, but not over, the line as instructed on the label. Today was also the day when I had to go for my yearly blood test, part of a two stage process ending with a practice nurse review or as I prefer to call it;  “my annual bollocking!”.

So, by judicious application of forward-thinking principles (often dangerous when dealing with public servants programmed on computer says no principles, but you have to have faith in these unsettling times), I duly sealed the container so it could not be re-opened and took it off to my GP’s to hand over as was my previous practice. Having been summoned into the inner sanctum that was the blood testing room, I duly declared one sealed container for disposal. Imagine my surprise when I was informed that local NHS practices were not permitted to accept these from the public anymore.  Why? Because since April 01st, local responsibility has passed from NHS England to Walsall Council, although the same specialist disposal company would retain the contract to physically remove and dispose of all clinical waste. So that’s okay then. What I had to do was go to the Reception and ask for a sharps letter – bear with me – which contained a telephone number for the local council (turns out it is the Clean & Green Department) and they would send out a form for me to complete etc etc. So duly having had the required amount of the red stuff extracted from my arm – not quite Hancock but near enough – I proceeded to the reception to get said letter.

The receptionist handed me said letter upon request and explained what I had to do. So far so good. However, she then informed me that I had to bring said form back to be signed off by my GP or other healthcare professional, before I could make arrangements to have the offending container removed safely from where it now sits in my kitchen. I know what you must all be thinking by now: yep, why can’t these forms be issued and signed off at the GP surgery and passed to the council so that the contractor can make arrangements to collect? You won’t be surprised to learn that there is no sound reason other than that is the process. Another classic case of buck passing between differing organs of the public service.

And if that’s not enough, patients irrespective of whether they are housebound or not now have to get a prescription, yes you read that right, a prescription, in order that a new sharps or similar container can be issued for use in the home. My common sense tells me surely it is more efficient to have a single collection point at the local GP’s for these things to be safely disposed of which at the same time, reduces vehicle stem mileage and number of stops made, meaning only those who are housebound and who need a dedicated collection and replacement service can be catered for?

Does this not make more sense? No, probably not if it keeps another council jobsworth employed to oversee a system that could and should be left to the local NHS. Doubtless there will be a postscript to report as/when the bureaucracy has run its course. But for now my head hurts again, so I am off for a lie down and a libation and maybe elicit some sympathy from the dog.

Until next time.


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Poets and their Poems

Here in Walsall we have a thriving poetry society chaired by Richard Archer or as he is perhaps better known in local poetry circles, Skaggy the Poet. Last year the society  produced an anthology called Diverse Verse, a celebration of poetry from the West Midlands and beyond. Many of the contributors were well-known names on the Black Country poetry circuit including, Femi Abidogun, Marianne Burgess, Ian Ward, Tina Negus, Jerry Peterson, Bryan “LaGrif” Griffin and former Walsall laureate, Ian Hennery to name but a few, as well as the incomparable Mr A himself. All the work was given free and all the proceeds went to the Mayor of Walsall’s charities for that year.

This year I am delighted to report that Richard has once again been busy compiling another collection called Diverse Verse 2 (see below)


This edition features many of the same poets from the first plus some new ones, all of which goes to show the depth of poetic talent we have within the West Midlands region. Once again all poets gave their work for free and all proceeds from the book will be going to Cancer Research UK. Inside you will find the funny, the sublime, the serious, the ridiculous and the emotional as all good poetry should be. You will even find a couple of mine, one of which I have re-produced below with sincere apologies to Hamlet and William Shakespeare in advance, for such disregard to a great soliloquy.

Copies can be ordered online from or there may be some left at Walsall’s only independent book shop, Southcart Books, in Lower Hall Lane near the town centre. Even if you have only a passing interest in matters poetical this book is well worth the read, showcasing as it does, some extraordinary writing talent and supporting a worthy charity to boot. Go on, you’ll be glad you did.

To Bus or to Buzz? (With apologies to Shakespeare and the Prince of Denmark)

 To bus or to buzz, that is the question;

Whether it’s through yam yam or cockney that we express

The dialect with which to identify the choice of mode in which we travel.

And yet, there are those to whom such choices are superior to the needs of mankind

For we cling onto them as they define the space we occupy on this mortal coil.

Oh, but that these were allowed to differentiate between us

As we move through the veneer of life with its many twists and turns.

Where use of language through text or tongue oft has caused war and dissension

Or brought love and reconciliation but, where suspicion of those

From below junction 10 and their peculiar accents still lingers.

Who can arbitrate on these great unresolved questions of our time?

Where is thine honest broker who can determine between accents and expressions?

Oh, where are the Gershwins of today who will provide such musical interlude

That will make such differences superfluous?

To resolve the unresolvable, let us be resolute in our determination

To accept such differences as define our origins and our culture;

For what matter is it if we speak of a bus or a buzz?

When we greet folk with owamya, drink council pop and call a Zebra, a stripey oss!!

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