CHECKMATE?

 

Hi Jack!

Love it or leave it.

Its too revealing.

Menu

                            YOU ARE SERVED.
                      _________________________

   HI JACK !

   The Bill
   is not mine
   neither is the wine
               THE MENU TO-DAY
               ________________
              its oot
              before we cast a cloot
              in the month of May :

              First course
              not of your choice
              its on the house
              soup of mushroom.

              Main dish
              any oven-proofed roast
              buttered potatoes
              onions and tomatoes.
              Finally followed
              by the dessert
              lightly scrambled
              apple crumble.
              When it arrives                        
              every little scap
              is scraped off the plate
              eaten for custard comfort
                           
                               DAVID FEE.

             WORLD PEACE TREACLE.
           ________________________

     Thrown into a melting pot of love
     they drop the gun and run
     in the slippery honey
     leaving only a few in the stew.

                              AMA     
                                                     
             DINNER.
          ___________
Well, now,
she said
fiddling with her garters
as she ordered her starter.
Who is hungry?
Who is angry?
Ah,we have nae idea,
but feel free
tae start with a pot o’Chinease Tea?
or is that wrung?
Aye, ye ur certainly wrung
we are then finished instead o’beginning
if ye don’t then ye’ll get your just desserts
they come at the end
and that’s all in the mind
or on the menu between you and me:
Indian or Italian
Chicken or soup
with plenty o’Veggie

Vegans don’t give a damn
about lamb.
Desperate Dan would starve
he loves spam.
Big hairy man
so what about the wine? 
Ask Derek.     

                    JACK WITHERS
            SOLO
          _______
   I know this very lonely guy
   whose name I will not mention
   he is really needing someone soon
   he can love and give attention
  The reason he is in such a mess
  and it is really a shame
  I know he used to drink too much
  so its alcohol to blame

  He hasn’t drunk for some time now
  and he is trying to make amends
  to all the folk he hurts the most
  that’s his family and his friends

  He’s scared to go and socialise
  and he stays in all alone
  He’d really be in no man’s land
  if it wasn’t for the phone

  He laughs, he jokes, he mucks about
  tries to give a good impression
  and to meet him you would never know
  he suffers bad depression

  I know the thing he’d like the most
  and if it isn’t too demanding
  is to forget the past and find someone
  who’s got love and understanding
  I hope this happens very soon
  and here is the reason why
  he deserves it ‘cos he’s tried so hard
  and deep down he’s one find guy
 
  The reason that I know all this
  why he’s wanting off the shelf
  the guy that I have just wrote about
  is no other than myself 
                         DEREK ROBERTSON
A DIFFERENT KETTLE OF FISH:
            TV MENu
           _________
        Cookery schools
        kitchen stools
        talking chefs and guests
        all have heard of Fanny Craddock
        the first food guru
        to lively fry haddock
                
                     
                  
        READY for this one
        STEADY the nerves
        COOK travelled the world
        lets change the course
        too many food programmes
        spoil the broth
        Nothing get done
        around the family house
        the radio is better for the ironing
        no need to look up
        its death to the couch potato
 
            AN E-MAIL FROM A GOOD HOUSEWIFE

 HI JACK!
 
   TO BE OR NOT TV ?
________________________

THE MARCH HARE

March 2010
THE MARCH HARE
________________________

Confused,entertaining and killing time.

HI JACK!

HERO WORKSHOP.
_______________

for cowards with no rewards
every morning, no deals in talking
Poor bankers welcome
in a class of normal people.

NORMALITY.
____________

This thing called normality has gone far enough.
Is it normal to have normality in your life?
Is normality neutral
or is it plastic ?
But it is made by man.
ALEX MacPherson

It is not normal for fair maidensin Afghanistan
to have blonde hair.

AMA

What is normal ? What is abnormal?
Who can really say who is normal or who is abnormal?
The doctor, the psychiatrist or the psychologist?
I don’t think so.
They may think so but they are not really sure.
Its just a thing to describe a term or a situation.
It is a relative term.
Normal is used to describe everyday activities,
things that we all take for granted.
Abnormal is the inability to perform these
activities.

JOHN BEST

Normality is a question of degree. We have a normal
temperature (38.5 C) and anything below is abnormal.

JOSEPHINE SYNES

Normal or abnormal
put on a smile
put on a smirk
try to act the part

Are you truely yourself
do you prefer to be someone else
Acting a part
being different.

RALPH GENIS

Its the ones on the freakway that are making
the big wage:
Jacko, Ziggy Stardust,
most of the politicians et cetera.
Normal is dead on the road
the bizarre makes you alive
all through the drive.

ADRIAN E. NOVION

Yes, we are all different and as a result are
often strangers to one another.
Distant also we are- or are we ?
Let’s just call it alien communication whenever
we attempt to convey our thoughts to each other
in various forms in order to discover what our
thoughts are deep down when subjected to intense
concentration within oneself,
the end-products,
that is prose, poetry or whatever.
And does it help to clear the mind through the
the process of creation?
Does it help to heal at all, not to forget
that creativity is in many ways a neurotic
activity ?
A bit like balancing on a barbed wire fence
to use a metaphor for the delicate and disorderly
infinitely complex befuddled mental processes
many of us experience.

JACK WITHERS

Getting up in the morning and at NIGHT TIME is normal…..
___________

get up at night time, in the early morning time
sitting on my couch thinking
make myself a cup of tea and a fag
can’t sleep at times.

Thinking what I did during the day
thoughts go through my head
Go for the paper and the milk in the morning time

Start a new day thinking of the past
of what I could have been
like if I wasn’t in hospital for such a long time.

I feel hopeless at times
sometimes.

DAVID FEE.

ST. VALENTINE’S DAY.

14th of Feb.2010

HI JACK ! Some woman
human.
Love is strife
that’s life.
LOVE

can’t be bought,sold
it’s nevertheless
a relationship.
ALEX McPHERSON.

I luv’it
walking down Byres Road
with a spare £10 in my pocket.
AMA.
THE ALTER OF LOVE

The jar
A candle
Trickling water flows
freely in my insomnia ridden mind.
Ease yourself slowly
settle yourself
and wrap your arms around
my cold aching body
and do what poetry
only you can do
Dispose of the garbage
the first drafts
the failed rewrites
and make the masterpiece
you’ve always been threatening to do
but never got round to before.

I’am all ears.

JOHN DIXON

wars

 

WARS

re:          2010  UK             THE   IRAQ  INQUIRY

 

Hi Jack !

Wars bluff

humbug.

Insanity

humanity.

                                             TO WRITE OR TO FIGHT 

Why should anyone pick up their pen and write?         

when only they really know what they mean,

when to another the words are twisted and meshed like wire.

Those words once precious and pure, now just fuel for the fire.

Silence in Jerusalem

Market gardens and fetes in Iraq

Parties in Palenstine.

And in Afghanistan, a festival for the family.

Love in’s in Belfast and in Armagh, sunflowers.

Balloons in Sierra Leone,

And congas’ in the Congo

They dance right through to Rwanda.

Sweet melodies on the radio and not a hint of propaganda.

Snowman building in the Balkan winter

 And park playing in Chechnya.

Craft-making in Kashmir, and

Karaoke in Columbia.

Charity with tea in China

and real democracy in U.S.A.

I wrote this but it isn’t true.

To write can be to dream.

To write can be to fight.

Down to the injustice,down to the invader

Down to greed and poverty, down to inequality

Up for the just, up for the needy

Up for the right, up for the good fight

I wrote this but what dose it mean ?

For whoever may decide

what is good and what is just and who’s law we should abide.

So beware when you stain the page                              

for words can fuel a rage

fuel  a dream, so beautiful and pure

leave a legacy of symptoms or a legacy of cure

 

                  So to write or to fight?

                  A pen cannot pierce the armour of a knight

                  but pierce his head right into his mind

                  travelling until a place of convenience

                  it  will find

                  where the words will stay,

                  sometimes for long, sometimes for never

           sometimes passing by and sometimes forever. 

                        DAVID  WOLFENDALE

BURNS NIGHT

LOVE IS LIKE A RED RED ROSE

Dear Rab,                                                        (ADRIAN E NOVION)
Its always a pleasure to celebrate your birthday
we hear poetry mainly coming from your legacy.
A good time for reciting the writing in great dramatic fashion,
its quite unique in its kind
especially when we come to the meal.
The dish is the notorious, ever so delicious haggis with neeps

The most unique part being the address to the haggis.

                                 THE BARD                         (RALPH GENIS)
….although he was a lecherous soul with a girl in every port
the outcome was quite rosy……

                       ……….BLOSSOM                          (VICTOR EADIE)
He rose flush red and in the guilt of heather hollow and haunted in the night by headless horses
mounted in fear fleeing over growing foliage of libation temptation.

Inn and ale down in a swift walked on maeked land till pen in hand for the Kirk’s perpetual pithy
of Calvanist expectation.

His anarchy of sin and vice was of worry for the nation’s salvation.

Hunger, mice to mind and kneeded wench on knee for solice of forbidden love
once a sign of evil consummation of impulse in auld time
weird for an unappreciative public.

Celebrate yearly that men are for ‘ aw that and aw that ‘ just men,
so lift your glass and lets recant
the voice of the past
for better words were never spoken.

                              
                                RABBIE                              (JOHN BEST)
Oh Rabbie where are you now
six feet under by the plough
oh what a man you were young and a devil may care
Many a fair maiden’s heart you broke
turning you into a poet
now we celebrate your birthday with haggis, neeps
a dram or two and a tattie,
a rerr terr on a cold January night.
 
                                DREAMING                           
Wee Timor beastie
far in the misty loch
in the Scottish water.

Wee Magenta is sitting on a stool
waiting for the monster
     dead ends
     legends

HI JACK!  The bard is an institution

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