John-Ward Leighton


Photo ©Copyright 2007 by John-Ward Leighton
Photo ©Copyright 2007 by John-Ward Leighton
The songs rattle around in my head
sometimes loud enough to wake the dead
and the lyrical lines
grow around my work like creeping vines.

Get up; stand up for your rights
sings Bob Marley on summer nights.
The reggae can control my feet
Get up, stand up, don’t give up the fight.

Everybody knows or so says Leonard Cohen
but what do they know and when?
I don’t know what it was
but here it comes again.

Early Cream and I don’t mean in the bottle
I went down to the crossroads
on my cycle at full throttle to please
but the devil wouldn’t listen to my pleas.

Paul Simon sings about the boy in the bubble
and the IUD in the baby carriage
now our boys are in trouble
as Afghanistan explodes in religious rage.

The devil is in the detail
and many a good plan will fail
be it in Afghanistan or Iraq
or Cheney hunting quail.

Dubya, he’s just one of the boys
with his hands on too many destructive toys
but this isn’t an afternoon beer
it’s the future of this planet I fear.

Love in Vain
the song rings in my brain
on that broken hearted train two lights on behind.
The blue light was my baby and the red light was my mind.

This ain’t really important
or even something poignant
no predictions of the cataclysm
just some kind of

strange plagiarism.

This poem inspired the response, “J.W.L. – Poet, Photographer, Machine-Gunner, Humanitarian
©Copyright February 6, 2007 by Billy Willbond