Winter Pains

In a land gripped by Jack Frost

Life prevents me from hibernating, vegetate

Darkness descends before I’ve had my lunch

It’s too cold, even for the sun to bother


The wave of wintertide

Grips like an icey vice

How many years left

Of free flu jabs for the young and old


Private health care kills the poor

Free health care is socialist

Capitalist’s convincingly caw

They aren’t the ones who will suffer, though



Right in the middle, the Solstice comes

If only we still partied like the pagans did

Instead we consume and give

Consume and give


Getting fatter by the minute

Too many mince pies and TV specials

Jesus didn’t die for this

Although he didn’t mind the odd glass of sherry


The season of goodwill

Joy to the world and all that

Mostly I am just

Pleased to have a week off


© Jack Nugent














Home is not that homely.

There’s dog shit and litter,

Outside my front door;

The seagulls control my sleep, and wake me up just for fun.


Terraced Housing of all colours,

Much like the people who live within their walls.

Everyone has a dog or cat or a baby or a fucking car;

Or more.


The greetings are varied;

“Assalamu alalikum”

“Yahk sheh mash”


But they all sound the same to me.


Half the people voted for Brexit

The other half didn’t bother.

I debated the politics

With my immigrant friends.


My home is home.

We are the ones who build communities;

Buildings & walls,

Do not create societies.


© Jack Nugent