Eessa's profile

It was in two halves – but they were certainly not the same. One was prosperous, full of professional people – commuters, who spent more time on trains than they did at home. The other was poor and some might say deprived; a working class community with no work left. The factories closed, the mines now flooded, they picked up their social security payments and watched TV. The pub was their only social outlet; another group of people spending less and less time at home. Only time will tell whe...

Here I go again. Another working day attacks me As I slumber in my bed. Work is not the problem though; It’s the bosses I so dread, Not because they’re frightening or Even awe-inspiring. Just because I find their pettiness so tiring. “Fill in that and fill in this.” This paperwork, to them, is bliss. So, here we go again, Like sheep for shearing, we continue to obey the orders made. This, although they’re clearly wrong, And we can feel our independence fade. But who dare say a single work, fo...

The sensuous fingers of a gentle, westerly breeze Trip lightly ‘cross my cheeks, Awakening my mind from its momentary daydream. The green hills before me seem to resonate, Like ripples on a barren pond. And here I sit, alone for once, amid the orchestra of my thoughts And wonder to myself, “Is all I am to be, complete?” Then, as if I’d wished it so, and Like the plucking of a harp, The raindrops dance through overhanging trees. Still, somehow my desire for warmth is lost, Within a deeper long...

I always dreamed of playing football When I were a lad. I used to train wi’ local team And kick about with dad. But come the weekend I was always Left back, on the bench. “You’re rubbish lad!” the Coach would shout, His teeth jammed in a clench. Then one November Saturday The Ref collapsed and died. “Come on son, get on the pitch!” Me dad called out, with pride. My heart were pounding like a cannon; I’d finally found me place. And, whistle hung around my neck, I took the field with grace. Now...

“Stop that awful sniffing! Go and blow your nose!” That’s what my mum said to me, But sniffing’s what I chose. “You’ll give yourself a chesty cough!” She kept on telling me. I didn’t listen; then one day I sneezed into my tea. I couldn’t stop the sneezing. It’s carried on for years. It really is quite painful And it brings me near to tears. I’ve been to see the doctor; He looked at me and said, “There’s so much gunk stuck up your nose, It’s a wonder you’re not dead!”