Elaine Day - Collection of Poems 1980-2010

Elaine Day was born in North London to Gordon Willis who worked in Advertising in the 1960s/1970s. Her works include History of Havering in Essex, 29 Short stories, Heaven & Earth, Closer to Heaven, Knocking on Heavens Door, All Year long, Poetry Comes Like Waves, Rhyme & Reason, all published by Feather books. Elaine also has a Editors Choice Award for her poetry, British Academy certificate, Mensa certificate, Video for hospital T.V. Interviewed on Essex Radio. Elaine now lives in Collier Row, Essex with her husband David who worked for B.T. Yet another plastic bag Seen stuck in a tree Or floating in the sky It makes me want to sigh Recycle them Id say Well, these are the issues today So why oh why is there a mountain of rubbish Just left to drift away Its just laziness And so many dont care We cause the pollution In this world were not fit to share Just a second of your time Would make all the difference A second all it takes To stop polluting the Earth Bags are becoming one of mans many mistakes. There was a hush in the air As he walked through the house It was cold and damp outside Chilly, with a sting of cold breath in He trod carefully pushing back every door Until he found her Naked, in the shower He stabbed her, twenty times She never screamed But slipped to the ground In her pool of blood A knife was at the door He ran, She died The police were baffled As to WHY? She was only young And had a lot to live for She never wanted to die But commit a sin, she never did He was never arrested But ran from the police Overseas, to a better place To escape the cold air Into a warm climate That was beyond the police Here in England Years later, he died Overseas, in a pool of blood Was it revenge from the grave As he was stabbed Twenty times in the heart No one never knew But revenge was sought And justice was done The end had come For the killer was. I sit in the surgery Listening to soothing background music There are magazines in abundance White walls Linen suits To hear a sniff or a moan Is the norm while waiting to be seen Im only here for a check-up Others have dilemmas The overture will soon arrive Mrs Hancock, Room 25 But no, it does not come I wait it seems for ages My appointment was at 1.45 Its now 5.30 Im getting tired and frazzled I want home To go to bed To nurse my cold To soothe my aching head. Dear Sir, I started to write Ive a permanent frown As I read in the papers All the worry and the woe The countrys a mess Total disaster So I feel you should go And leave the politics to those who really understand As a leader, the buck starts with you Goes to the Queen and the Sovereign You put tax on almost everything Im feeling less than pleased When are you going to sort this country out And not the ones overseas? Petrol costs far too much Even the buses are dear When winter nights draw in Well shiver and not sleep Being far too cold Instead of warm and snug So please stop the holidays Coming from us the Taxpayer Help your country, not others Get back on its feet To where we belong Back to having the Great in Britain And not being known as England. The vernal green of early spring has started to mature Displaying vibrant shades and hues And everywhere in parks All the array of greens That you could ever choose From apple green Olive green to a lovely emerald green And every other shade that you will see While walking in the park In May and June resplendant blues bestow their beauty and grace With bluebells as a carpet In the depth of the woods Intoxicating perfume fills the air With clumps of forget-me-nots Determined to make an entrance All bend and sway in the breeze And nod springs merry dance A blaze of gold with cascading floral chains Reflect the summer sun While fields rich with buttercups Enchant as they have always done No matter where the park is Youll find an abundance of colour Old Mother Nature does know best And shell bewitch us once again. A perfect gentleman Opens the door Neatens your rising skirt Is gracious and demure Lower down your bottom Your chauffeur has to wait Swing those legs with grace and decour Not like a kissing gate The rule of thumb Getting into a car Follow the rules of etiquette And never do a Trinny. A perfect gentleman Opens the door Neatens your rising skirt Is gracious and demure Lower down your bottom Your chauffeur has to wait Swing those legs with grace and decour Not like a kissing gate The rule of thumb Getting into a car Follow the rules of etiquette And never do a Trinny.

Because if you do Your blushes will be there for all to see.

My friend was a chambermaid The youngest in the crew Even when she was not that bright, She really shone right through Had she had heard properly And been sure of what she heard Then that evenings event May have been less absurd The ship was listing to and fro When finishing work that night And from what she thought she heard Gave her such a fright Its rolling bad the Captain said Crews all drunk, but musnt worry Were not getting wet yet But we must not panic Help the first class and the kids Sack the youngest maid Guests will also be drunk by now And hopefully wont feel a thing But lets face it, we have no choice We must abandon ship So my friend went hysterical And started then to sob Abandon ship? Cannot be right She thought shed better sort it out He was in the bar (as usual) And he ordered panic stations They got up the first class guests Who quickly lost their ego The millionaires sent out faxes To their nearest and dearest My friend wobbled down the deck To notify the Captain Is that clear then, Miss Elaine Weddings at three, lets go over it again Rolling stones are far too busy And Wet Wet Wet are busy too But the time is late And we really must not panic The guests may all be drunk And hopefully will not flip But we have to face it, We need a band on ship. Farmer John went into town To find himself a wife He went to the internet caf Where he met Georgina Brown What are you here for she said in soothing tones Im looking for a wife said Farmer John In his sexy voice Georgina Brown, how she chuckled When she told him we must be fair To find a wife on the internet, would be a very risky choice. Farmer John was not amused So he switched on the net Looking for a busky blonde Georgina Brown was amiss Her hair was dark brown So not a suitable choice Shopping on the internet Proved a very daunting mission So Farmer John gave up his search And went home alone with his thoughts and sexy voice. He goes into the trenches Comes up to fire his rifle Sees his friends die around him While he still lives To see another day Tomorrow never comes Life goes on, so does the killing Of boys and men Women and children left alone Families sad and tearful The news never ends Of the massacre and the destruction Of lives and buildings And the vicar knows the end will come For he will lead the funerals Of those brave men and boys who die For their countries And their familes See the birds fly high above As they survey the dead bodies below Blood is spilt, bullets that were fired The scent of death looms all around Tomorrow is another day But life goes on Who really cares Who will remember these heroes As the years go on And you and I depart this sodden Earth. Next page