The Kiss

This timely poem was written by Martin Silvester and he said “As the election is looming I thought I’d wax lyrical on it … so here it is … hope you like it!’

THE KISS

The time is near for us to put a big kiss in a box,
To go down to the village hall as soon as it unlocks.
I’m not too sure which way I’ll vote, it’s been a bit confusing,
All the parties want to win, none of them like losing.

I’ve heard their spiel, I’ve watched the news, I’ve listened to their pleas.
I’m still not sure which one to choose to bring England off its knees.
I used to watch PMs question time, though it’s not my cup of tea,
I’ve seen better behaviour in a zoo by monkeys up a tree.

It all boils down to what we want, for people young or old,
To give the young a future, not put their life on hold.
Or to make the twilight years of life a safe warm place to stay,
With hard earned money, safely stored, against a rainy day.

It will take some iron and nerves of steel to get us back on track,
And whoever takes the job on will need a  miracle at their back.
The party in the driving seat will need all the help they can,
Even then it might not stop us sliding down the pan.

I’m not too sure there is a plan with guaranteed success,
A sure fire way to pull us out of this financial mess.
They’ll make more cuts to services, find more budgets they can slash,
Look into every orifice to try and find more cash.

All we ask is that they respect the things that we hold dear,
Sort out the horror stories that every day we hear.
We’re not a flock of frightened sheep scared to be told what’s what,
Just don’t say you can if you can’t, or we’ll think you’ve lost the plot.

We are the pawns in a game of chess, the leaders are all playing,
And unfortunately it’s always the pawns that have to end up paying.
Ever decreasing circles is the phrase that comes to mind,
And we will all just disappear if the payments get behind.

They’re all making promises they know they just can’t keep,
And they’ll all blame the other side for the problems that they’ll reap.
So when we go into the booth and decide which card to play,
In five years time will we laugh or cry…at the kiss that we made in May.

 Written by: Martin Silvester © 14/4/15

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Martin Silvester

Not a lot to tell...just an ordinary man...always loved writing but never had the time until now...hope I've got a few years left to write about the million things I would like to get down on paper be it in poetry form or just plain old story telling. Just in case anyone would like me to come along to their group and read a few of my poems live..I would be happy to do so within the confines of Kent or Sussex...I would just need to cover my time and petrol costs...plus a cup of tea and a biscuit. Just email [email protected] To answer some of your questions= ex-army..ex -jackeroo...ex-builder..ex-quite a few other things..still rocking...married...2 + 3 children...7 grandchildren...retired...love custard creams. I have now published my first collection of poems which are now available on Amazon under the title of..LAST APPLE ON THE TREE. The book consists of twenty seven poems covering a wide range of topics and emotions. My second book has just been published and is called A BREEZE IN THE WILLOWS, also available on Amazon. I hope that everyone will get as much enjoyment reading them, as I did writing them.

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