A poem for the “Windrush Generation”

Rue Britannia*

Maybe I’m stupid and don’t understand

How commonwealth citizens, invited to this land

Are now turned away at the whim of the Tories

They helped built a nation, and are part of our story

The teacher, the driver, the guard at the station

All contributioned to make us thrive as a nation

Families born and raised in this land

So can somebody help me, cos I don’t understand!

Where once was drab greyness, now there is colour

Carnivals. Festivals. Love for your brother

The kind of diversity for which we should strive

The standing together that makes us alive

Musicians and actors, artists and friends

The joy is immense and it never ends

Positive in attitude and humble through strife

Vibrant in spirit and gracious in life

But when full British citizens are ripped from their kin

What kind of a government does that? It’s nowt but a sin!

Their lack of humanity is evil at best

And their waves of duplicity cause national distress

Disgraceful duplicity by those who should know better

Revolting Tory mindset right down to the letter

We need up speak up and challenge the State

For our families to stay, and reject government hate

Ange Chan ©2018

*Full credit to David McAlmont for the title

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Inspiration – a tribute to Stephen Hawking

“Inspiration”

Don’t look at your shoes

Look up at the stars

For beyond them lies infinity

Galaxies. Venus, and Mars

Don’t waste your time pondering

Always looking down

Life is for wonder

Watching seeds you have sown

Always be curious

Always be your best

Don’t sit on your laurels,

Make excuses, or rest

For life is inspiring

However it plays out

Don’t treat it with contempt

Or distrust or doubt

Whatever life deals you

Just go with the flow

For life isn’t perfect

You are stronger as you grow

You have it within you

Just believe that it’s true

Because at the end

There is only just you

RIP Stephen Hawking. A true genius of our time.

Ange Chan @2018

We Are the Mothers – a poem for Mother’s Day

We are the angels that gave birth to the youth

The children of tomorrow, the burden of proof

We are the mothers who give love without fear

Who deliver expectations, and dry all the tears

We are the women who battle and fight

Teaching a generation ‘tween wrong and what’s right

We are the fighters who’d kill for our kin

Who’d die in an instance to save their kid’s skin

We are the hunters who seek out what’s best

Who forage for joy and feather the nest

The Amazon Queens who seek out and soothe

Who calm murky waters and improve your bad mood

We are the Mums who deliver what’s asked

Who sacrifice ourselves; a true thankless task

Love given in hugs, and we always forgive

We are the ones who allow you to live

We are the Mothers who are proud of our child

Who beam at each song, each memory filed

We are the Parent who’s feels so inept

Yet the location of choice when secrets are kept

We are the Mothers so proud and so strong

The glue in the ointment that binds and belongs

We are the protectors of the family’s nation

The keepers of love, the one true salvation

Ange Chan ©2014

Morrissey : Saturday night at the Palladium – March 10th, 2018

Not many people would agree with most things that come out of Morrissey’s often controversial mouth, until he starts to sing that is; we’re then looking at a whole different kettle of fish.

Renowned for being a great songwriter of some thirty five+ years standing, Morrissey’s lyrics have resonated with a generation, and beyond. Seeing him in concert is always a joy; when he turns up, and isn’t campaigning about his vegetarianism or complaining either a lack of heating or actually about being there, of course.

But such trivialities aside, when he stands on stage to perform he doesn’t merely sing his songs, he gives a little of himself to them, and therein lies the magic.

I was lucky enough to be invited along to see Moz perform at arguably one of the most prestigious venues in London, the Palladium, on Saturday night. The grandeur of the venue added a different dimension to previous Morrissey gigs, which have mostly (for me) have been at the Brixton Academy. One of these occasions being the night of the last riots there, where disaffected youths were venting their collective spleens about the latest government outrage, of which there have been many. However I digress…

This gig was part of Morrissey’s first large UK tour since 2015 and has taken in Leeds, Dublin, Brighton, Aberdeen and Glasgow, Newcastle, Birmingham, Bristol and a few London dates at not only the Palladium but also Brixton Academy, the Royal Albert Hall and Alexandra Palace. Notably there have been no dates in his native north west of England; neither at Liverpool, or more notably at Manchester and one can’t help but wonder why this is.

Instead that great Northern town with so much to answer for, is being treated to a “Viva Morrissey” gig instead, the tribute band to The Smiths and Moz who have a gig on 9th June in which they celebrate thirty glorious years of Moz.

Predictably the set list included a number of songs off his latest album “Low in High School” released in October last year, as well as a disappointingly small amount of old favourites from his own back catalogue and of his former band, The Smiths. “How Soon is Now?” was a personal highlight as was his cover of old friend Chrissie Hynde’s band, The Pretenders “Back on the Chain Gang”.

For me, there was not enough of his extensive and varied back catalogue to keep the energy going. There were too many slower songs off the current album, which seemed to lose some of the momentum. Just as things seemed to be picking up towards the end, with “Last of the Famous International Playboys”, there was an expectant pause and then the house lights unceremoniously went up. There was quite a bit of stage invasion towards the end of the gig, and some kind of brouhaha towards the front which quite possibly contributed towards the abrupt ending. Who knows?

All in all a slightly disappointing gig for me, although there’s no disputing Moz has a loyal following and there’s a tangible bond between him and the audience which is a rare commodity. Viva Moz!

Big Woman Ways – a poem #internationalwomensday 8.3.18

“Big Woman Ways”

The child is maturing she’s beginning to grow

Her big woman ways are starting to show

The clothes that she wears and the mask on her face

Applied with such seriousness, it’s all that she craves

The boys that she fancies and the friends that she hates

For liking the same boys, well that’s her mistake.

For when she’s a woman, she’ll come to fast learn

That losing a friend, to a man, gets you burned

The lessons of life are carved from these years

So choose your friends wiselyand reject all your fears

For nothing in life is as bad as it seems,

The years mold us gently and we roll with the tears

They form us and shape us into warriors of life

They make us strong women, friends, partners and wives

They carve out the way to deal with life’s troubles

And then pay it back into something that’s doubled.

So put on mascara, be bolshy, be bold

Be a big woman and let life unfold

Ange Chan ©2013

“Where to Find Love” – a poem

Snapshots in the life of vodkaangel22

Don’t look for love in your local bar
For love will find you, wherever you are
It doesn’t land neatly at your feet
To make your lonely life complete

Like a lightning bolt from the heavens above
When you least expect it, there will be love
Though dating agents will try to compere
You can’t place love, if it isn’t there

It’s not to be found through internet pages
The search will almost drive you crazy
Don’t go hankering for that mad little thing
For just pain and heartache, it will bring

Love doesn’t linger and wait to be found
It’s mostly not that much profound
Its sits there quietly til there’s a need
Then fate will surely plant its seed

Two souls will merge and you will sing
For love is a beautiful, joyful thing
Cupid’s arrow will fire and aim
And life will never be the same…

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A poem for Valentines Day….

A Valentines Wish

Hope you got the Valentine wish

That you were hoping for,

Did you get a bunch of roses

Or cards cascading through your door?

Are you hoping for an evening

Of romantic gestures and signs

Ignoring all the clichés

Especially that “Love is Blind”

Are you hoping for some smaltz

Being whisked around the floor?

Or maybe a little waltz

As long as you aren’t ignored.

Maybe you hope for lingerie

And an evening spent in bed

It’s better than watching TV

And being on your own instead

Whatever you choose to do

Remember love is eternal

It’s not for just the one day

That turns “love” into being commercial

And if you don’t get

All that you hoped for on this day

Remember to love yourself

In the end of it all, it’s the only way

Ange Chan ©2015