The poems of Brian Bilston.

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"The Cost of Loving."

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Thanks for reminding my Binders, just turned my hot water boiler temperature down.

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Here’s a poem called ‘An Incomplete List of Things More Capable of Running the Country than the new Prime Minister’.

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Brian Bilston
Three Postcards

The first one came from Weston-super-Mare
with the newly-built Grand Pier in view,
a bright, gleaming promise of the future,
and the sea, an impossible blue.
Unfamiliar, that neat hand, the black fountain pen.
But she knew he was the one, even then.

The next, she received eighteen months on:
Tidworth station, as viewed from Church Hill.
The foreground, a row of thatched cottages;
the barracks beyond; fields, silent and still.
She propped it against a vase on their mantelpiece,
a wedding present from her niece.

The last, a busy scene from Boulogne,
a censor-passed, heaven-sent souvenir.
‘Crossing rough – but I made it!’ he’d written.
When it’s all over, we should come here!’

She clutched it tight. The baby moved once more.
The telegram had come two days before.

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It has probably been posted before, but it is particularly topical.


Refugees

They have no need of our help
So do not tell me
These haggard faces could belong to you or me
Should life have dealt a different hand
We need to see them for who they really are
Chancers and scroungers
Layabouts and loungers
With bombs up their sleeves
Cut-throats and thieves
They are not
Welcome here
We should make them
Go back to where they came from
They cannot
Share our food
Share our homes
Share our countries
Instead let us
Build a wall to keep them out
It is not okay to say
These are people just like us
A place should only belong to those who are born there
Do not be so stupid to think that
The world can be looked at another way

(now read from bottom to top)

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Unhappy Birthday to me.