Wednesday, 21 March 2018

Highway Code

You may think it's really neat,
To run, full pelt, across the street,
But if you hit a truck headfirst,
You'll always tend to come off worst.

© Graeme Williams 2018

I was revisiting some of my earlier poems and was reminded of Harry Graham's Rutheless Rhymes and Hillaire Belloc's Cautionary Tales. This is something of a homage to them both hat I quickly scribbled. 

Tuesday, 10 November 2015


Though it might seem a little queer,
To poison those whom one holds dear,
Some children get a secret thrill
From plotting the familial kill.

Such was the case with Master Young,
Who did away with his step-mum,
And also tried Antimony,
On others of his family.

While one should praise keenness of mind,
Especially in the young, I find
A childhood interest gratified,
Is no excuse for matricide.

© Graeme Williams 2015

I wrote this poem a few years ago after chatting with a friend about the poisoner Graham Young. I've always been reluctant to post it as it is a lighthearted poem about a less than lighthearted subject. Nevertheless, I am something of a fan of Harry Graham's Rutheless Rhymes and Hillaire Belloc's Cautionary Tales, so in the end I took the plunge. Apologies to any that are offended. 

Friday, 7 September 2012

The Night Belongs To Cats

Most revellers have long since fled,
And I, alone, am out of bed,
Walking the streets so still and dead,
The night belongs to cats.

See lordly Toms on high survey,
Nocturnal realms where they hold sway,
While others go in search of prey,
The night belongs to cats.

As mournful yowls fragment the night,
And deep in shadow, eyes shine bright,
I wander where I have no right,
This night belongs to cats.

© Graeme Williams 2012

The ACEO is a picture painted by my wife, Chris, specifically for this poem. If you want to check out more of her work you can find it under her facebook page at  Artistic Originals.

Saturday, 1 September 2012

Short Bible Stories

My Poems presented using Jonathan Feinberg's Wordle App

A while back I entered LightenUp Online's competition for September (competition 18) which was to rewrite a story from the Old or the New Testament in no more than four lines. Unfortunately, entry was limited to just two attempts per person and neither of my two offerings made it into the September issue. Nevertheless, I thought I'd post them here anyway.   

Sarah Laughed
When Sarah heard the news she laughed,
She thought the angels’ talk was daft,
To be the mother of a son,
When she’s collecting her pension?
Genesis 18:10

Death of Jezebel
Jezebel, all limbs akimbo,
Got chucked out a first floor window.
Won herself a reputation,
Of dying by defenestration.
2 Kings 9:30-33

If you read Deuteronomy,
As a guide to gastronomy,
Then thou shalt not eat,
Milk mixed with meat.
Deuteronomy 14:21

David and Goliath
Goliath won immortal fame
All Israel trembled at his name,
But all that fame went to his head,
When David killed him stone cold dead.
1 Samuel 17

Bathsheba and David
When Bathsheba, Elim’s daughter,
Had a bath, King David saw her,
And he took her for his lover,
Now it’s him who’s in hot water.
2 Samuel 11

Saturday, 21 July 2012

Friday Night

It’s Friday night, just gone midnight
And kicking-out time in the town.
As I sit watching from my car,
Deserted pavements teem with life,
And people fill the streets again.

The bearded men from Mosques emerge,
Their Salat done, they’re homeward bound.
While from the pubs the clubbers pour,
Their spirits high as they head off
To taxis waiting in the rain.

On Friday night the cultures cross,
And pass before each other’s eyes,
Invisible, I sit and watch,
This drama, sacred and profane.

© Graeme Williams 2012