Tuesday, 21 October 2014


Fresian, Guernsey, Ayrshire and Jersey
Cows for milking at the dairy

Black and white and brown heffers
Milking farmers are now protesting

Supermarkets take all the profits
And farmers need them to stop it

Milk on the cheap we all enjoy
Doesn't warrant the work they employ

If cows could speak what would they say?
"Give our farmers more profit and pay!"

Pennies and pence is what we are talking about
Not unreasonable farmer's shout

Protest they must to save their livelihood
To continue milking if they could

I enjoy milk in my cuppa
And wouldn't be without what they offer

So farmers have the support from me
They deserve more profit I agree

I couldn't do without my milk
The dairy industry should not sink

Give the farmers what they deserve
Whilst milking their dairy herds!
©Anne Watmough

Monday, 20 October 2014

'Dendrogramma Enigmatica'

First scraped off the sea floor with a sled,
the creature of the title, like a seahorse parasol,
has mouthparts down its stem
and a many-forked digestive tract
all through its bust-umbrella canopy
(there’s a notch in each of them
which lets the water  through).

If it’s to be a new phylum,
not species, genus, family, order or class,
but phylum, as researchers claim,
there’s just the edging of a wish
that, rather than a minute mushroom animal,
it could have been a gryphon.

Simon Williams

Simon Williams often writes on subjects gleaned from the BBC or Wikipedia sites and also runs a Facebook group called Poem A Day. 

Sunday, 19 October 2014

This week our Monday poem was the work of a new contributor, Rebecca Gethin, whose poem 'Entrapment' open with the striking image of 'Tanks squat in the sand/ on the desert ridge/ immobile' which, for me, brought to mind a picture of tanks occupying the horizon like so many ponderous and glittering jewelled toads. Welcome, Rebecca, and thank you for choosing Poetry24.  

Then, on Tuesday, it was the turn of Mandy Macdonald whose 'Thoughts in the bar at Richard Struass's Salome' was inspired by the satisfaction shown by Nigel Farage following the election of UKIP's first - and, hopefully, last - MP.  I think that this poem probably expressed the thoughts of many of our readers. It is, I should say, a particular source of embarrassment to me that my home town of Grays in Thurrock is one of the areas where UKIP looks menacing. I use the word 'menacing' advisedly.

Wednesday's offering was 'The First Artists'  from regular contributor, Sue Norton. This is a beautiful poem written in response to a story about the discovery of some of the earliest cave paintings known. Wonderful, wonderful closing lines:
'Their beauty beckons, only revealing
our hands match theirs. We are their legacy.' 

On Thursday, it was my own 'One Percent' which was a somewhat hot-headed response to three of the stories I found on my Facebook news feed that morning, When I showed this poem to my partner, David, he said: 'It's a bit angry and bitter, dear.' Well, yes, that about covers it. Guilty as charged.

Our final poem of the week was 'Peace Prize' by Dr Fareha Tazvi which is a tribute to the strength and courage of Malala Yousafzai, a worthy winner of the Nobel Peace Prize. It was good to have a positive end to the week. Our thanks go to all our contributors. 

Abigail Wyatt

Friday, 17 October 2014

Peace Prize

A gunshot that failed to Slay,
endowed her the Strength and Courage;
to fly high with unclipped wings.
Stand tall for the rights,
become voice of silent slaves,
Detained and Deprived;
No Education No Freedom.
Resonating message of Peace and Liberty.
Defending not only young girls
but children of whole world.
Unintimidated, she strives to
conquer the rivals of Humanity.
With Simplicity and fervent Dedication,
her endeavours to alleviate disparity
and foster a safe tomorrow for younger generations continues!

Malala Yousafzai  wins Nobel Peace Prize

© Dr Fareha Razvi
Omaha NE,USA
"Research is a boat in the ocean of patience, 
Sinks with dismay, Floats with hardwork!"

Thursday, 16 October 2014

'One Percent'

What we need is Jesus with his fishes and loaves,
or some other untainted modern miracle.
I can’t believe that GM crops can ever be the way to go.
Here in the West, for example, we eat too much meat.
Why do we when we know we don’t need to?
Why don’t we just stop and think about it properly?
There has to be a way to put these things right.
There has to be something we can do.

The plain fact is there are too many of us
and some of us are living that much longer.
Not all of us, mind. It’s a bit of a lottery,
but, that said, it’s still pretty much true
so long as you are PLU,
wealthy and, preferably, white.
Nevertheless, it’s time to get a grip
and pay attention to over-population.
While Marx blusters and Engels weeps,
the spectre of Malthus just grins.

Meanwhile, the wealthy 1%
get richer by the minute
while those at the bottom get
all the shit and, also, most of the blame.
Did you know, for example, half the world’s people
own less than 1% of the good stuff?
Why don’t we just stop and think about it, properly?
There has to be a way to put things right.

But, then again, there are those who would say
there are other ways to solve this problem.
Wars and plagues control populations:
hasn't that been Nature’s way?
I heard today on the radio 
how somewhere far away
a mother feared to nurse her sick children.
While Marx blusters and Engels weeps,
Malthus capers and grins.

Abigail Wyatt

Abigail Wyatt writes poetry and short fiction. She lives in the shadow of Carn Brea near Redruth in Cornwall. You can find out more here