Strange, Isn’t It ? by Ian Copestick

God, it makes me angry, now the Government are talking about making Pensioners pay for their T.V. licences. They always go after the most vulnerable Members of society. The aged, the poor The disabled. How do these bastards Sleep at night ? Since I had a major Stroke I am classified as disabled In the…

Humidity by Ian Copestick

Earlier as I was walking, the air Was so thick it felt like trying to Breathe through a bandanna That had been soaked in warm Sweat. Someone else’s sweat At that. I was finding it difficult To  breathe. I was starting to Worry if I was going to have a Heart attack or another stroke….

Loved by Ian Copestick

Here I sit, alone downstairs in the dark. Anything to get away from that awful Belittling, humiliating voice. The One that belongs to the woman I have Loved for the last 16 years. It’s really Strange how quickly love can turn To hate. For so many years of my life I loved this woman, now…

No, Really by Ian Copestick

It’s looking like Boris Johnson is Going to be our next Prime Minister My God ! It makes me feel ashamed To be British. Him and Donald Trump Are two of a pair. Two of the main Leaders of the Western world are Brain dead fuckwits with mad Blonde, unmanageable hair. When the aliens land…

No SERIOUS Crimes by Ian Copestick

When I used to drink, I mean back When I used to REALLY drink one Of the things that I hated the most Was when the neighbours would Call the police. There’s nothing surer To ruin a buzz than the fucking police Suddenly arriving to stick their nosy Snouts into your business. I could Never…

God, Those Days by Ian Copestick

I’ve just walked past a kid, playing in the Street. Running madly around with a Look of pure determination on his Face. As he rushed past me I heard Him making whooshing  noises. I Don’t know if they were gun noises, Bomb blasts or whatever. It just Brought it all back, a child’s imagination. I…

Olde England by Ian Copestick

It’s a gorgeous summer afternoon The park is filled with dogs and the people Walking them. There’s not a cloud To be seen in the big, blue sky and There’s not a breath of a breeze to be felt. On the horizon is a high church steeple And if it wasn’t for the modern houses…

I Thought I’d Try by Ian Copestick

I’m trying to remember when it first was That I thought I’d try to be a writer I vaguely recall, at about 15, under The spell of Jack Kerouac, I dug out My mum’s portable typewriter and tried To write my first novel. As I had no Experience of life, either on the road Or…

Baby Copesticks by Ian Copestick

Sometimes when I see young children Playing in the sun and it’s such a feeling Of happiness and laughter, I find myself Wondering what it would have been like To have a couple of baby Copesticks Running around, but then I think that It won’t always be summer and the kids Won’t always be happy…

Poetry: The Unexpected Sun by Ian Copestick

It’s nights like this when you really feel Glad to be alive. The blistering heat of the day Has given way to a gorgeous, warm, tender Evening. The sky is still a pale, cloudless Blue, but you can sense that a beautiful Sunset is on the way. As I walk with my dog People are…