Wednesday, 22 February 2012


Here are three short poems very recently written all completely different in subject matter etc.

Messieure Le Chat

I still think of the Novotel at Collegien
As the hotel ‘With the cat’
Messieure Le Chat
The ginger and white
Friendly thieving puss
Whom I would often fuss
As he sauntered around
The outside tables
Looking for scraps
And tasty morsels
The shrieks and howls
From the diners
As he delivered
A half eaten mouse
To thier tables
In exchange perhaps
For a sausage
Or a piece of steak
Or a rasher of bacon
Placed upon his plate
Outside the restaurant
On the patio
His croaky meow
Used to resound
But sadly today
No trace can be found
Perhaps he’s moved on
To another hotel
Messieure Le Chat
I bid you farewell
I shall miss you.

State of the Art

State of the art industrial park
‘Hi Tech’ industries
You really don’t expect
A traveller’s camp
To be tucked in
To the heart of these
Yet again
Perhaps you should
It isn’t after all
Your neighbourhood
And there are so few places
For them to go
As long as it’s not in my back yard
Don’t you know?
These people are trouble
If somewhat down on thier luck
And quite frankly
I couldn’t give a fuck
And that’s part of the problem!

Wandering Ghost

We wander like ghosts
Around impersonal hotels
When alone away on business
It could be anywhere in the world
Especially if it’s airport
To hotel to factory
To hotel
To sit alone
For your evening meal
If you’re lucky there may be
A friendly face at the bar
Someone with whom to converse
Someone just like you are
It’s more fun when with colleagues
There’s so much more you can do
But when all alone
When it’s just you
You become
A wandering ghost.

Grant Meaby

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