Violation

Violation
'The action of violating an item
or a person
or a place'
a breach
an invasion
an infringement or infraction
an intrusion 
a break in
a forced entry into a private space
a violation of something private
somewhere they shouldn't be
somewhere personal
special
loved
cared for
worked hard for
a place where we once felt safe
treated with irreverence 
stripped of its trust and security
defiled and desecrated 
not the items taken
the trinkets and mementos 
not that which is tangible 
more 
that which is within
the memories defiled 
the feeling of safety 
intruded
the loss of that feeling that this is our fortress
our castle
our safe place to be 
a place where we can be us
our own space...
now gone

Grandad Enjoy It

Who smokes a pipe these days
my Grandad used to smoke a pipe
he kept all his smoking paraphernalia in a pouch 
smoking a pipe was such a ceremony
the pouch contained a tin of unrubbed tobacco
rubbed and ready to use tobacco was loose in the bottom
a box of swan matches 
and he had pipe cleaners
as kids we never knew what pipe cleaners were for but we had great fun making models with them
he also had a pipe smokers penknife
the penknife had a blade at one end and a tamper at the other 
this was an important part of the ceremony 
Grandad would carefully cut up the solid roll of tobacco with the blade
then he'd rub it with his fingers inside of the pouch making it ready for use
then he'd carefully and precisely load the pipe bowl with a measure of tobacco
and using the tamper 
he'd push the tobacco firmly into the bowl
I can still hear him drawing hard on the pipe
and the strike of the match on the box
I can see the lit match hovering over the bowl
the flame disappearing into the pipe  with every draw
as he did
his lips would smack on the mouthpiece
then
once successfully lit 
he'd expel the smoke with great triumph into the air with his head tilted back.
he also have a large silver lighter 
the lighter had been presented to him by his work mates at the pit where he'd spent most of his working life
the large engraved lighter stayed on the side table 
it was part of the ceremony 
but was rarely used
we'd occasionally light it
once lit and functioning well
a look of great pleasure came across his face as he dragged purposefully on the pipe
the smoke which filled the room didn't seem to bother anyone
I can smell it now
it was just what happened when Grandad smoked his pipe
anyway
Grandad enjoyed it

Vast Blue Sky

I feel am nothing 
sat as I am under this vast 
blue 
sky 
complete with giant 
white 
fluffy 
clouds
everything runs slowly 

huge planes and their trails
and the moon 
are nothing compared to these giants which stride above me
giant 
clouds 
forming ever changing shapes
a fish 
a pigs head
a smiling dog
drift across this vast 
blue 
canvas 

aeroplanes flee their tread
birds run and hide
all come
and then are gone
like the clouds themselves 
pass on

(Haiku)

Old man chases arm
of jacket attempting, in 
vein, to put it on!

Has The World Always Been Like This?

Has the world always been like this?

The war in Ukraine 
The covid pandemic

Extinction rebellion 
Dinghys on beaches

Global warming
Becker in jail

Deforestation 
Angela Rayner

Nightingale hospitals
Westminster scandals

Russian war crimes
Maternity hospitals

Flammable cladding
Lockdowns and party gate

Increasing prices
Porn in our parliament 

The high price of fuels
NHS waiting times

Vaccinations 
Generation rent

Social care issues 
Musk buys Twitter  

Heating or eating
Contactless payments

Tesla
Meta
Amazon
Facebook

Apple Apple Apple Apple

Apple watch
Apple pay 
Apple TV
Everything Apple!

...or did I just miss something?

Everything Changes

when I visit the city I grew up in
it takes me back
it was the place I took my first real steps in life
the place I made my first mistakes
the place I discovered girls and smoked my first 
and my last 
cigarette
things where different then
things change

I made and lost some good mates
we played football in the school playground
and went fishing in the mill leet behind the bakery
street names now have special meanings to me
the street where I used to live
the street to my primary school
streets where my mates used to live
and the streets where we used to play
things I don't do know
things change

the primary school which taught me many things
including subjects not on the curriculum 
has now been knock down 
as has the big tree which celebrated our arrival home 
to what was 
but is no longer 
number 28
our house
houses have been built on fields I once played in
things look so different now
things change

houses full of people I once knew 
now homes to strangers
shop names have changed
some buildings aren't even shops anymore
the post office is now a chip shop
the streets that once were full of people who knew me 
are full of strangers
or 
maybe I do know some of these people  
only
in the 50 years since I lived here
things have changed
I've changed
we've all changed
everything changes