TRUMP Card


The world looked on in disbelief

As a newly crowned Commander-in-Chief

Was appointed

There, America played its TRUMP

Card. Now, everyone’s got the hump.

Marred with violence and social unrest

As Donald puffs out his chest

And declares he will “make America

Great again!” Build a great wall

To keep out the Mexicans.

Dividing us all with his

Inflammatory lexicon

Shooting himself in the foot… regularly

As America does every-day… literally

With its unhealthy obsession

With the right to bear arms

Ownership and possession

Should cause the world alarm

He touches in on the disillusionment

Of the far right

With democracy as we know it and the government

More famous for his comb over hair

Orange complexion akin to

Someone from “Charlie & the Chocolate Factory”

(‘Ooompa; Loompa, diddly do, I’ve got another puzzle for you)

He’s all about money & misogyny

Funny & wrong you see

Seemingly in bed with Russ-

ians

He could cause a war at the touch-

ing

Of a button and the crush-

ing

Ripple effect it would have on the West

The frightening deed is

The lightning speed which

All this could happen

Bullet fire

And blood-soaked shrapnel

Because America was tired

Of losing their jobs

Of being ruled by the bankers

And “democratic” elite

Yes, they’re a bunch of….

Things that I can’t repeat

Does that mean you vote

For a stick of dynamite

Who preens and gloats

To win over the far right

A PR nightmare

A firebrand!

A political novice

Who’s got out of hand

Picking fights with Kim Jong Un

Despot dictator of North Korea

Leaves little room

For anything but nuclear

 

Consequences

We are defenceless

Against such trigger-happy lunatics

Seems like a cruel card trick

By the universe

A sleight of hand

Rather perverse

 

Written by and copyright of

Ken Hume

15/11/17

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Multi-Coloured Terrorism


Struggling to find your place
Amongst a beleaguered human race
Frightened & confused
By the world’s ever-changing face.
Constantly trying to chase
Its tail
Struggling to contemplate the grace
Once bestowed upon us all
But now seems lost in space
Squandered by this relentless violence
Death and terror
Floods; earthquakes and tremors
Hovering over planet earth
Like a dark cloud of water
But blood pours down instead of rain
Soaking us all with grief and pain

Our innocence has not merely been beheaded
For that would imply
A swift, clean cut!
Instead, it’s been blown into smithereens
By suicidal bombers
Struck down by kamikaze truck drivers
Shot down by gun toting maniacs
With their AR-15 riftles
At a concert; in a church
On high alert as we lurch
From one attack to another
For a time

We’re taken back by the horror
Some taken credit for by I.S.
Islamic State
Others, just random folk
Deciding the fate
Of so many innocents
Becoming all too frequent
Proud of their destruction
Indiscriminate in our eyes
Yet meticulously planned
For our surprise
Simply because they can

Methodical.
Brutal.
Fuelled by hatred
Not colour
Heartbreak
Disillusionment with the system
Unemployment.
And too many guns
Not by any theological
Ideological,
Philosophical
Or religious superiority
It’s gone way past that!
Killing for killing’s sake
It’s purely psychological
They’ve got inside our heads
It’s a multi-coloured terror
Relentless in its occurrence
Suffocating yet highly addictive
Heart-breaking in its normality
Like a modern-day Wild Wild West”

Written & copyright of Ken Hume
06/11/2017

Find Your Place


Struggling to find your place

Amongst a frightened human race

Beleaguered & confused

By the world’s ever-changing face.

Constantly trying to chase

Its tail

Struggling to contemplate the grace

Once bestowed upon us all

But now seems lost in space

Squandered by this relentless violence

Death and terror

Floods; earthquakes and tremors

Hovering over planet earth

Like a dark cloud of water

But blood pours down instead of rain

Soaking us all with grief and pain

Our innocence has not merely been beheaded

For that would imply

A swift, clean cut!

Instead, it’s been blown into smithereens

By suicidal bombers

Struck down by kamikaze truck drivers

Shot down by gun toting maniacs

All taken credit for by I.S.

Islamic State

Deciding the fate

Of so many innocents

Becoming all too frequent

Proud of their destruction

Indiscriminate in our eyes

Yet meticulously planned

For our surprise

Simply because they can

Fuelled by hatred

Not by any theological

Or religious superiority

Methodical.

Brutal.

Psychological.

They’ve got inside our heads

Now we live in fear & dread

This is no way to live

There must be an alternative

 

Written by Ken Hume

03/11/2017

 

HALLOWEEN


 

Oiche Samhain

Ghosts & spirits

Hover round

Ascending from the graves

And sacred ground

To walk among us

For one night

Howl and shriek

Give us a fright

It’s Halloween

Put on your mask

Hallowed be

All who dwell in a cask

All Saints’ Eve

Pagan & Christian wed

Time to appease

The souls of the dead

With bonfires lit

Places at the table

For them to sit down with

Us in communion & enable

Peace between the living

And the dead

A season of giving

Not of dread

A time to trick

A time to treat

A time to pick

Some sweats & eat

 

Written by Ken Hume

31/10/17

 

Sit Down on this Couch (With a Shrink)


To sit down on this couch, I never thought

I’d be here, yet this strange life has brought

Me to this place, where I’ve become wrought

With these anxieties that have me caught

In the mousetrap of crippling past vocations

Haunting my mind and stilting aspirations

So here I find myself sharing my vexations

With a stranger, a long way off from elation

I sit down on this couch, not to think

But to carve open my head to a shrink

And let him see inside, how I just sink

Sometimes under life’s weight, the brink

Of fragility and battened up tears

Vulnerability and fattened up fears

That I try to hide but truth always rears

When nerves are fried, breakdown nears

To sit down on this couch, I now believe

Is the beginning of the long path to retrieve

The sense of balance and peace to conceive

Medicine for the silence and keys to relieve

The pressure that’s been building up inside

Gets less, the more I’m willing to confide

The more I’m willing to swallow my old pride

And learn the lessons that need to be applied

THERE ARE FATHERS….


There are…

Fathers who should never have been

They simply weren’t designed

Nor had they desired

The responsibility which comes

With the title that they craved

They’ll never be called dad.

And as a result, have maligned

The holy sacrament of fatherhood

By their wilful abuse or neglect

Of their progeny, their seed

The way they defile and reject

Put their own needs

Ahead of their offspring

And fail to protect

As a result,

 

There are…

Mothers who are fathers too

Who get on with the business

Of parenting quietly, out of view

Without complaint

Who nurture and provide

For their child

Doing the work of two

In place of an absent father

Absent without leave.

Too many absences

Not enough time to retrieve

Lost moments because

You were scared or unready

Such mothers deserve

Special praise.

 

There are…

Fathers who have yet to be

Predestined if you will

Fantastic and naturally inclined

To fatherhood

Who would have been

Protective, caring, loving,

Patient and hands on

Always there.

But they could never find

The right partner

Or nature let them down

Playing tricks with

Their masculinity

Leaving them with a low count

And high emptiness

Doesn’t seem right.

 

Copyright of and

Written by Ken Hume

09/10/2017

A Man from Mars


A man from Mars
A tortured soul
An alien

Fallen from the stars

Far from home

Separated from his Venus

Now destined to roam

As a restless wanderer
Lost and alone
Cast out of the heavens

To atone

For some ancient sin
You can see the scars

You can see the wrong

 

He walks amongst us

From time to time

Only when he must

Only when he tries

To kill the loneliness

To uncover the rhyme

And reason for this test

Sometimes

He gazes towards the skies

Amidst the crowds

For a glimpse

Of the divine

To push through the clouds

And restore his sight

 

Then a light appears

And the spaceship descends

To take him back home

To bring his time on earth to an end

 

We are all aliens in a play

Strangers from distant planets

Looking for a way

To connect with other strangers

To make our stay

A little less lonely

More than okay.

To bring a little light

To bring a little ray

Of the supernatural

Into our everyday

 

Written by and copyrighted to Ken Hume

07/10/2017

 

 

A SHADOW CAST


“Are you John Hume’s son?”

They would inquire,
Once they had caught wind of my surname
“I am”
Came the immediate; proud reply.
“Nothing to do with his namesake John Hume up in the North by any chance”
They would pursue.
Both men of peace. Both much respected.

“I worked with your father when he was Hospital Administrator”
“I was in the Civil Defence with your dad”
“I used to work with him in the court house”
“Ah, I remember working with John in Kilroy’s”
“Didn’t he do the Mater Hospital Pools?”
“He was a good man. A kind man. Always had time for everybody.
Was an absolute gent. Always got things done. Always had a smile
On his face.”

“Who is this man?” I thought to myself
This man they call John Hume
The man with a plan
This man of whom they speak
With such fondness and high regard.
With veneration almost
As though he were a saint
To be revered.
A giant among men
Chosen to walk among us mere mortals
Without equal.
Yet treating everyone equally
Such high standards
Such lofty heights
Such charm and charisma.
I did not really know this man
Nor he me.
He was a stranger to me.
And I to him.
A mystery wrapped in an enigma.
Not a patch on him
Yet cut from his cloth
So something of him
Must have rubbed off on me
Right?!

Yet he loved me unconditionally
Encouraged my talents
Embraced the path I chose to walk,
Even though it wasn’t pensionable
Nor secure
Walking the extra mile with us all
Bending over backwards to support
Always expressed his pride in me,
Via our mutual translator:
My mum. His wife.
He said to her
“I wish I had Ken’s way with words”
I said to her
“I wish I had my dad’s way with people”

You cast a large shadow over us all dad
Spreading far back into a time before I began
Before I was a twinkle in my mother’s eye
Comforting and warm as a thick blanket
Suffocating and inspiring in equal measure.
Your name carried so much substance
And character. Had a gravity to it
So loaded with expectation and history
That I sometimes stumbled under its weight
A weight that I’m only now learning to carry
And embrace.

A rich tapestry of experiences
Sewn together by the same name
By the same man. Bound
Together forever by
The same man’s sorrow
Which made one family, two.
One family’s loss
Became another families birth
Multiplying his legacy
And casting his shadow
Way beyond what he could
Have ever imagined.

Written by Ken Hume
09/10/2015
Copyright of Ken Hume 2015

 

Consumed By Grace


Grace Anne Mary Hume

You are a gift from God

A new flower bloomed

From just a seed in the womb

Of your adoring mother

You have me smitten with your

Mischievous smile and inquisitive gaze

How your tiny hands firmly grasp the flimsy fabric of my grey jumper

As I walk around the floor singing nursery rhymes

Rubbing your back, patting it to wind you

Your head draped across my left shoulder

Eyes darting round the room, taking everything in

Smiling. Babbling. Cooing.

Then suddenly. Burp. Puck, Bleurgh

All over my shoulder. All over my jeans

All over Mammy’s PJ’s. The couch.

Everywhere.

Evidence of you.

Eau de Puck, your mum’s new fragrance

A relieved smile. A grateful sigh

Now adorn your face.

Or how your deep blue eyes beseech me

Study me. Question me. And know me,

All at once

Whilst you play with your mum

Or tear into your milk with a ravenous hunger

As if it was the last bottle that you’d ever have

Fingers tightly wrapped around mine

In case I dare try to take the bottle away from you again

 

You consume us Grace

With the cuteness of your face

We are overcome by love

And wonderment for you.

Our present from above

 

Copyright of Ken Hume

21/09/17

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