A Not So Jolly Christmas


“T’is the season to be jolly”

Is a world away from how you feel

Because all the lights and holly

Tend to conceal

A silent heartbreak that the dolly

Your daughter wanted, the X-Box

Your son craved. You’ll have to forego

In favour of the Christmas meal

This is the choice you’re faced with

Oh, the shame & the folly

Behind the scenes, the struggle

And the pressure, makes it difficult

For you to feel that it’s a…

A Merry Christmas to you and a ho, ho, ho

Santa Claus is coming on his sleigh

With Rudolph & the reindeers in tow, tow, tow

Carrying sacks full of overdrafts; hardships

And presents on the go, go, go

It might take a while, because it weighs

A tonne and makes you feel low, low, low

As you don’t know what you’ll say

To your kids who’ve rarely heard no, no, no

Bah humbug, it’s easy to think this way.

So, are you all set for Christmas,

Have you all your presents bought?

Are all the flickering lights hooked up?

Have you even thought

About what the season really means?

How much the whole thing costs?

It’s tempting to get cynical & dismiss

It all as a big commercial fraud

A superficial charade of mis-

tletoe; singing santas and tinsel.

It’s easy to get lost

But, it’s hard to forget the pure bliss

On a child’s face when they’re caught

Tearing off the wrapping paper & the kiss

You get for buying what they sought

Or the look of pure wonderment

And sheer surprise

When they, in their merriment

See that Santa has arrived

Or that it’s not the money that you spent

That makes your kids derive

So much pleasure and excitement

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Oh faithless father


Oh, faithless father

What has become

Of your beliefs once so strong

And the hymns that you sung

 

You kneeled at the altar

Prayed not to succumb

To the taunts & the prongs

Of the devil’s trident, my son

 

Suffocated by ‘holy’ restraint

And ancient biblical laws

You thought you were a saint

Deserving of applause

 

That’s the picture you liked to paint

When trying to defend your cause

All this talk of pious restraint

Only served to cover up the flaws

 

As you struggled & faltered

Collapsed, come undone

Under the weight of the wrongs

Under the heat of the Son

 

Prayers turned cold & hollow

As you lost your fire

The silence, you couldn’t swallow

So you sank into the mire

 

Of the type of addiction

You’d always sworn against

Graphicly ugly predilection

That left me cold and immense

 

-ly lonely, looking for affection

In all the wrong places

You couldn’t handle the rejection

Tried to cover your traces

 

Tried to mask the disease

Pretend you had it under control

Tell yourself you weren’t a sleaze

That you were just a tortured soul

 

Written by & copyright of Ken Hume

27/11/2017

 

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

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

 

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

 

 

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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