I tried to call
but each time I dialled
a sharp metallic voice
told me you were
on another line;
I don’t how
you manage
to snort
so much Cocaine
and how your phone knows.
Ian D. Hall 2017
Category Archives: Poetry
Her Red Rose.
…And the girl with the red rose
never scolded me
for my fifteen year old naivety;
she simply kept the flower,
slightly doused in Brut aftershave,
till it passed into faded memory
but always keeping the three thorns
close by.
For Ali.
Ian D. Hall 2017
Meeples.
Round and through the Mullberry Bush
the Meeples go,
plastic heads on plastic shoulders
with artificial smiles,
crowing as sure as a cock
at dawn as their synthetic
disguise holds no weight,
no depth,
just concealment as they sympathise
and imitate falsehood, non-neutral lies,
Meeple made, on screen reproduction,
a thumbs up, a like for the ordinary
Meeple as insincerity blends with truth;
sturdy, choke inducing, foot crippling
plastic Meeple, a token
in need to present the human face.
Ian D. Hall 2017
The Gristle In Your Teeth.
It is but a selected story
you have listened to
and chewed on its gristle
till the breath stinks
and the sinew pieces rot
in your teeth. Such
is the abuse that the fork
made of the tale that you cooked
up, that I am surprised
there was any room
for the vegetables;
although I did notice that
there was no room for the rosemary
in your serving of the gravy on top.
Ian D. Hall 2017
Circus Skills And Maths.
Combining
Circus skills training
and hardcore Mathematics
is not easy,
you might believe
all is going well,
that your choice
of study
whilst on the high wire
or flying through the air
ready to catch another’s arms
was wise,
but be careful
of those angles
and odd shaped squares
as you count to two and divide by three,
for you might just fall
off the Trapezium
Ian D. Hall 2017
Freedom Is A Swift Trademark.
Freedom is…
what exactly?
As long as it doesn’t hurt someone
too badly, you should be able to quietly
reason and debate
like civilised human beings
the wrongs and rights of a situation
without thinking that someone
is going to need counselling, freedom
to believe and say that someone
aiming to copyright a gesture
on stage or a phrase by a pretty girl,
or even a year,
is nothing more than money
talking over common sense,
the oh look at me, I can do anything I please
First Day Back To School Photograph.
All those photos
doesn’t he look handsome,
big cheesy smiles
for the waiting camera
and the very proud Mum,
back to school again
in polished shoes and single
creased trousers,
all now in the world
for the world
to see.
We never see the end of first day,
the hole in the knee
where football was too much
of a pull
and the scuffed shoes
from a shot
that rivalled
anything that went on Match of the Day
at the weekend;
On The Edge Of Twilight.
The souls of coffee beans
evaporate in the air,
apparitions
apparent for a brief moment
on the edge of twilight,
pulling me along for the ride;
so easy to despise one’s self at four
in the morning as the smoke
from a cheap cigar
dances with the Mersey mist
and allows you to believe that Time
is ready to pull you apart.
Ian D. Hall 2017
Sometimes You Just Have To Dance With Jane Fonda.
Look at the art
not to the artist,
for the polarising view
of half the population
will have you believe
that you are dancing with Jane Fonda
under a star filled night sky
and the siren of the 60s screen
is dressed like Barbarella; whilst
others will have you convinced that
Hanoi Jane is leading you astray,
not realising the implications
of both and one and the same.
Look to the art and not the artist they say,
yet deep down, I would still dance
The Price Of Declaring Love.
I told you once
when feeling the love
for you
that I would move both
Heaven and Earth.
I kept my promise,
I hired a skip,
You owe the council
for the delivery.
Ian D. Hall 2017