Spring Has Sprung

Spring Has Sprung

It is St David’s Day
And Spring has Sprung
According to the Metro Men
The  real Spring will not be long

There’s a brightness in the air
And lightness in the sky
From long winter sleep
Dormant animals arise

All of life gradually stirs
To face the livening world
Shake off somnumbulance
Deep wrinkles are unfurled

Awake once more
Uncoiled the living spring
Rejoicing in creation
My heart truly sings

Ken Fisher

Faith & Politics

Faith & Politics


Faith & Politics
Should faith be lived out in politics
Can both exist in harmony?
What if the moral principles
That faith dictates, conflict  with politic’s reality?

Faith sets out the behaviour for living by certain rules
Politics dictates the practical reality for everyday action
In the modern world we live by political systems
The historical fundamentals of these derived from ancient dictats

But what if such ancient scripture may seem no longer relevant?
However much they were appropriate to that day and generation
Society has moved on to meet the challenge of modernity
Thus the social mores of each succeeding generation steadily evolves

But are there some eternal principals that society must n’er discard?
No advance of science, nuance of mood or fashion
That supersedes those ancient fundaments
Demanding that modern politics establish new modes of living

Thus might it be said the Bible, Ancient Jewish Texts and the Koran
Each accepted by the faithful to be the word of God
Must not the believer ‘er discard this Holy Writ?
For the sophistication and compromise of politics?

Here is the current dilemma
Faith superseded by the world of modern life
Or a continuing battle for the soul
Adhering to the ancient rule or modern reality?

Ken Fisher


Shrove Tuesday 2023

Shrove Tuesday 2013

What has been spoke 
Might well have been woke!


This is the day when we should confess all our sins
And thus duly shriven a new chapter begins
We must be open and honest in making confession
Pay our due penance and receive absolution

I fear that only those who are faithful and devout
Are willing and eager on their vices to speak out
After all, until recently, the sins of past days
Would hardly an eyebrow nowadays raise!

But that does not mean that a little reflection
Would make it clear we have not reached perfection
And taking the time to resolve to be better
Will not result in our pleasures being totally fettered

While on self-improvement we should contemplate
A little sweetener for all, we might advocate
And as Shrove Tuesday stands at the gate of Lent
We might find some feasting for fasting is quite convenient

So let’s have a party with pancakes galore
Bring out all the goodies we have in our store
Put deadly sins behind – except perhaps gluttony
And cover those pancakes with sweet oceans of honey

But in this age be careful of what is spoke
Lest all our proclamations my be classed as woke
Think carerfully of every word and every earnest sentence
While chewing on our pancakes there be no need for repentence!


Ken Fisher



Thirty-one Thousand


I am not sure if there is anything significant about the number 31,000
But today that was the total of ‘hits’, individual visits, to my website since mid 2015.

7,438 separate and individual persons have clicked on to my collection of poems
Numbers are not the measure of all things and the accumulated totals might be the
result of friends and relations being kind to me and indulging by examining the poems.
It might also be as a result of my ‘marketing’ my product be word of mouth.

It might even be because some of you actaully liked what you found  and passed on the word to others
like a recommendation for a good plumber or painter and decorator!
Anyway, whatever the genesis of your discovery of my oeuvre, thank you for tripping over these
words and for your willingness to tangle with them.

Readers of the poems, although predominantly in the UK, have spanned the globe representing every continent.

What is a poem? You may well ask

What is the poet’s intended task?

Surely to stimulate the mind

A treasured idea therein to find


Ken Fisher

The Bard of Kelvindale


Political Change

Political Change

Sometimes it happens unexpected
Although others claim it had been detected
But the sudden resignation of the FM
Was certainly beyond our Ken

The world of politics is rough
And to survive you need be tough
Yet Nicola seemed to have the grit
Ensuring that she would not quit

But perhaps for all there comes the hour
When no longer the rewards of power
Can the hostile jibes o’ercome
Or painful attacks might numb

Then comes the time to say enough
Hand on the baton with all its stuff
A multiplicity of issues to resolve
All aspects will their life involve

So whatever be your politics
Dilemmas, angst that would transfix
Spare a thought for the bold successor
Of a calm mind may they be possessor

Ken Fisher




According to history St Valentine
Considered romance to be quite sublime
He cherished all those who were seeking love
Believing divine bliss come down from above

There may have been at least two Valentines
Concerned for oppressed Christians at different times
Whether one or two saints no matter how many
The promotion of love they assured aplenty

In modern times this saintly concern
Must accommodate all those whose merit they yearn
Unlike in past days with only one sweetheart in mind
Our love now expressed for all humankind

So the world of greetings cards has been given a boost
As the scope of our love all living things has seduced
Cards are no longer just gay in a colourful sense
Against such diversity there is no defence

But I do wonder if things have become quite absurd
Cards now transmitted to our cat, dog or bird
I do hope these creatures will appreciate
Our remembrance of them on St Valentines date


Ken Fisher

Goodbye Daddy God?

Goodbye Daddy God?

There’s a project being launched to change the language around God
Pronouns He and Him are apparently quite odd
Instead it is felt that God is gender-neutral, neither one thing or the other
God, if we choose just like a sister or a brother

References in our liturgy and prayer at home or church
Starting ‘our Father’ some sensitive souls doth hurt
Gendered language is now outmoded and must be cast aside
Our names for God no longer narrow but open wide

The Liturgical Commission will wrestle with this complex affair
Traditionalists say God as Father should make nobody despair
But modernists say it’s time for change to promote inclusive language
God can be thought of as a multi-layered sandwich

All this is happening amidst another fierce debate
Around Church marriage for civil couples, they say that is too late
So it seems in the world of politics ecclesiastical
Gender issues will stimulate more angst theological

Ken Fisher

On a simialr vein see:SHEHOVAH  Shehovah




Right now I find myself in Limbo
Not the Limbo of Roman Catholic Theology
Which is a kind of anti-room to heaven
Where the souls of the un-baptised reside

No, my Limbo is a sort of waiting area
Where, having undergone major surgery
I now wait, hoping for steady recovery
But conscious of an uncertain future

Other medical procedures are scheduled
Each with its own hazards and humiliations
And in Limbo I find myself in greater dependence
On those who so unselfishly tend my fragile frame

Is there a problem with Limbo?
Is uncertainty not to be tolerated?
Well, the answer is – there is no choice
Limbo is a place of waiting – it can be no other

So all I ask is that you bear with me
As I know you have already
Decisive action is not the current mode
Patient reflection the better part

Ken Fisher

National Hugging Day

National Hugging Day 2023

I bet you didn’t know, although they say its commonplace
That today’s the day to join in a warm embrace
Because today has been tagged as National Hugging Day
And close bodily encounters can come into play

What is a hug? Other than an overt expression
While all antagonism is put under suppression
Facial close encounters with arms wrapped around each other
Although the parties my not notice that sometimes they might shudder!

They say a hug is a form of endearment
The parties to the hugging suffer no impairment
The close bodily contact and the warmth of the embrace
May not always be reflected in grimace on their face

In latter years hugging has gone international
The British in earlier times may have considered It irrational
But nowadays hugs are difficult to avoid
From international gatherings to domestic scenes employed

So on National Hugging Day let’s see no inhibition
Whether a new habit or part of long tradition
Friend and foe alike in each other’s limbs entwined
Those wide outstretched  arms must never be declined

Ken Fisher


Blue Monday

Blue Monday

Blue Monday

16 Jan 2023


I certainly never knew
But apparently this Monday is dubbed Blue
Most Mondays are pretty cheerless
But this one is apparently peerless

Some say it’s caused by mood
About today there’s little good
Xmas debts have all piled up
Even leading to marriage bust up

Lawyers welcome a busy day
They never lose, come what may
While the people are mired in misery
They look for cash on delivery

Perhaps it’s caused by our dark weather
Damp and cold, bringing no pleasure
Or perhaps this month brings little joy
No prospect of some exciting ploy

If Monday’s deemed to be so blue
To protect ourselves what can we do?
Cast aside all that would depress
Our happier memories to express

Ken Fisher

People Say by Oliver Fisher

People Say
By Oliver Fisher (Ludus)



People Say

People do as people say

Or so they say, as people do

People do just what they say

And they say you should do that too

If people do because they say 

And do to say they’re people too

Then saying, doing, thinking too

Is doing, saying, thinking too?

Do as people say they do

Do they say they do it too?

They do say as we should do

And they say ‘Hey! I do it too’

But sue me too, I think I do

As I say, when they say do

Say and do as you would do

Because people say as people do


After Hospitalisation

After Hospitalisation


The trauma’s over
Back to my own bed
Each day no longer
Self-checking that I’m not dead

Florence Nightingale no longer needed
Home service renewed once more
Gradually by gentle steps
Ensuring I don’t hit the floor

Grateful for all the kindness shown
By amateur and professional
A vast array of expertise
Their handiwork thus made credible

Now the long haul back to health
Little steps, slowly I tread
Praying for strength renewed each day
From frailty I might be led

Ken Fisher