Welcome to Jude Parson's page
I like playing with words and poetry forms. I particularly love writing sonnets, although they are rarely love sonnets. I prefer to write contemporary social observation and about random things like upside down goldfish. I try to incorporate some humour. I hope you enjoy reading my poems. Please feel free to leave a comment.
Friday, 9 September 2016
They say Corbyn’s unelectable,
That his policies are undetectable,
His charisma is imperceptible
And his behaviour’s unrespectable.
He should bow like other men and sing,
Be the puppet of the
left right wing,
Dress in proper suits, don’t do anything
To upset Westminster’s flimflamming
He should resign to stop the Labour war
Although his mandate topped anyone’s before.
He should pay first class not sit on the floor.
What the hell does he think expenses are for?
A rebel then. A social schism.
A Kirk. A man whose star has risen
High above Westminster’s midden.
Shining through a different prism.
Tuesday, 12 January 2016
I need to escape these feelings
not plug them in
can’t watch another tribute
the mysterious is too familiar
blue suit or androgynous rainbow
bleached blonde or layered red
that same face those same eyes
those different eyes
I sing softly to myself
about cactus and starmen
and turn off the tv
and silence the clocks
until time changes
and I can turn to face the strange
Monday, 25 May 2015
We’d like to think the Valkyries have come
and taken you carousing in their halls
or you are sitting now in Death’s domain
as the final grain of sand pratfalls.
We want you to live on and yes, you do,
embedded in the stories that you wrote
so we can pick the books up once again
and find you still there scrawling the footnotes.
But you were more than this: a man who spoke
out for the right to die. The right to choose.
The right for dying species to live on.
Your name will still be spoken - G.N.U.
Your next adventure leads you through Death’s door.
Now write the story you’ve been waiting for.
Saturday, 4 April 2015
So, Jezza!, Lost your job? Well join the crowd
of jobseekers all on the dole. What, no?
You don’t need handouts, thank you? Lucky you!
No doubt you’ve something else lined up to do?
Not really one of us then after all;
you won’t be standing with us in the queue
on Monday morning hoping for a chance
to get shortlisted for an interview.
I’m guessing Channel 5 or even Sky
will want a controversial chap like you,
whilst we obey the rules and take the knocks -
not give them out to colleagues, like you do.
‘He speaks for us! He’s just like us,’ they cry.
Yep, unemployed. On that bombshell – goodbye!