Hopes for Hops
By D.L. Morgan
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D.L. Morgan was born in Penrhiwtyn Hospital in February 1968. He has variously lived in Port Talbot, Cardiff and the semi-rural village of Crynant in the Dulais Valley. He worked briefly for the DHSS and the Halifax Building Society. As a sportsman he played for the Aberavon under-16 rugby team, received coaching from former Glamorgan cricketers John Hopkins and Mike Llewellyn, and managed to win a number of amateur golf tournaments in his thirties and forties. As a snooker player he was a semi-finalist in the 1998-1999 season Neath Snooker Tournament and runner-up the same year in the doubles, partnering the late Paul Williams. As well as being a poet, he is also a writer of short stories and divides his time between authorship and speculating on magnificent equine quadrupeds. He has survived depression, diabetes, cancer and a plethora of other medical ailments.
'Onwards and upwards' is his motto.
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Hopes for Hops - D.L. Morgan
This Plastic Paradise
I passed a plastic man puffing on a plastic cigarette
Apparently he’d purloined a plastic card to place a plastic bet
The plastic punters on the patio drank from plastic beer glasses
The plastic spectacles on the plastic girl ne’er produced peer passes
A plastic pedestrian produced a plastic phone
Whilst a plastic puppy lay on the plastic pavement prone
The plastic passers-by proffered a plastic shrug
Preposterous be the plastic pleasure of a plastic drug
Plastic pupils peered at a plastic pedalo past the promenade
As plastic priests preached a sermon from a plastic former bard
The plastic plant produced a plastic cloud
As plastic patrons prayed to a plastic shroud
Plastic players poured on to a plastic pitch
Whilst plastic pythons piled into a plastic ditch
Proper plastic promoters prevent plastic being coarse
As plastic golfers pitched up on a plastic course
Perhaps we plastic public should plead for plastic tolerance
As plastic minds predominate plastic political dominance
Plastic lips pout north of plastic breasts
Whilst plastic potters pass over plastic rests
Plastic pounds protrude from plastic pants
As plastic uncles patronise portly plastic aunts
Plastic partygoers praise the plastic as fantastic
Whilst the plastic bungee jumper prays that plastic is elastic
This Town of Steel and Stars
This plant is your plant, and this plant is my plant
From the M4 corridor to Banana Island
A man in a suit in an office with a swipe of his pen
Will to a life of squalor many men condemn
Each man thrills the thing he loves until Gabriel blows his horn
When Golden Handcuffs have been eclipsed by a gauntlet of thorn
A powerful force can be ‘The Damned United’
Remember the lyrics from ‘The Jam’ you cited?
Not all stars are green, but some may well be so
Perhaps there is no heaven, but there sure is hell below
Richard Burton was the first great star of ‘Cinemascope’
Before he married Liz, he took the lead in The Robe
Thatcher once said ‘There’s no such thing as society’
The one-trick pony has no concept of variety
A man broken into three-thousand fragments will see three thousand stars
Yet with closure who will cater for consumer durables and cars?
My grandfather was a foreman, and dad a shop steward
Without industrialisation man is merely a crop hewer
Down the road from my uncles and aunts lived the young Anthony Hopkins
Dwelling not so far from Ray Milland, Dylan Thomas and Vernon Watkins
Cameron and his cronies – Old Etonian millionaires
Produce platitudes aplenty but are devoid of cares
An eleventh-hour rescue plan would be something radical
And thus there’d be no need for this plaintive madrigal
The Wizards were at their peak in the twenties and sixties
Giants now replaced by second-rate pygmies and pixies
On the football front there’s Port Talbot and Afan Lido
Known across the globe from Sydney to Sligo
Keynes said ‘In the future we’ll all be dead’
Yet for the present population give us our lead
From the SCOW to BSC and before Tata, Corus
Let Robeson sing among the choir in the chorus
What price now for the homeless hobo?
A man who feels worthless will lose his mojo
Whither the future of the steelworks at Port Talbot?
Where colleagues at the harbour on the boat call ‘butt’
Transient Times
I walked out of the museum that was built on a base of Scotch mist
To see a flame-haired woman struck down with a furious fist
Art and life collided like a ten-tonne truck and a bridge
Leaving the victim stranded – cast adrift on a railway ridge
I ploughed on in a state of amnesia, drawing my collar to my chin
And saw a young man in ragged clothing extracting some food from a bin
The rain marinaded my hair gel, turning my eyes to cruel crimson
I passed a man in a doorway and his friend with prosthetic limbs on
I saw an enraged driver – wielding a finger profanely
As though a thoroughfare owner, acting so pompous and vainly
The lone figures that were passing seemed such an estranged bunch
Is this the state of the nation when it comes to reviewing the crunch?
The smell of fresh food that was frying cut my nostrils to one
The state of my finances forced me to move on by way of a shun
The walk seemed half-eternal with no visible home to alight
What if I was stuck here forever, or at least the whole goddamned night?
I noticed a couple of beggars, soliciting handouts of cash
A pedestrian would have been run over, save for a momentary dash
The drunkards and swingers collided in a marriage to pain and joy
The Saturday evening crowd has no place for the congenitally coy
The guttural laughter was real, though leaning sometimes to the forced
None of the folks were thinking of the Sabbath with its church and roast
The drinkers spilled out on the pavements in a state of lunacy and lust
The cosmetic paint on the railings