So many are falling from the skies, of comfortable lives by David R Mellor

So many are falling from the skies, of comfortable lives

Until between the clouds, we can see me and you

Drinking in the bar one minute

Then outside Tesco

Mouths ajar


So many are breaking up inside

Falling from the skies,

Of comfortable lives


Passing the credit cards

Trying to grasp Universal Credit

Fingertips touching their children

On the way down

Landing with crash

At their door

Now repossessed

With someone else inside


So many are slipping through the cracks

Of this freezing land

Perishing in doorways

No hope insight


Your hand

The Tories’ ruinous policies have seen rough sleeping soar. And universal credit will pile on the misery for thousands more

Gun Controlled by David R Mellor

“Gun control ?”

“I controlled it.”

Bought the legal rounds

Bought the bullets screaming loud

The voice of NRA screaming

“That’s what makes America proud”


“Gun controlled

I used it.”

The second amendment

The senators on the hill

The guy who shot to miss and killed

The domestic settled on a hand gun

A boy caught between the cross fire


And now the highest figure

Written in the clouds

Burning at hell’s door

Take away these fire arms

No more.


The Guns Controlled

         YOU controlled it


Born 1964, (Liverpool, England) difficult birth, didn’t find my voice until my youth. Years of thinking I was nobody and treated as such. However, hit the paper papering over the scars. Found understanding and belief through words. I have been published and performed widely from the BBC, The Tate, galleries and pubs and everything in between.

My poems are autobiographical, others topical and several my take on life. Hope you enjoy reading as much as I have enjoyed writing. Please feel free to share your thoughts on links below.

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Our Children’s Story by David R Mellor

The rolling film

The ticker tape

The white van that feels no pain

The eye witness “who saw nothing “

The slow counting of numbers

“Is that 1 or 13?”


The rolling film

Over her eyes

The white van speeding towards her

Imagining the screams


This is our children’s bedtime story 


Following the events in Barcelona.

Kensington and Chelsea by David R Mellor

Sleep well tonight

With your burning

Log fire


Scurrying and searching,

For that 12 year old wine


A steaming shower

Cooled with luxury cosmetics,

Burning your botox lips


Sleep well tonight,

Holding on to those

Curled up in fresh satin sheets


And what troubles you?

You don’t want the poor

Living in a block of flats next door.

Well, now you don’t have to worry about that anymore

Stand Up. Stand Proud. by David R Mellor

Your belly won’t go empty

And there will be more to go around


This is the “United” Kingdom

Stand up. Stand proud.


Don’t step over your neighbour

Sleeping on the streets

Don’t let our cities crumble

Forced to beg

At foodbanks

For something to eat


This is the “United” Kingdom

Stand up. Stand proud.


Share and share alike

Is what we said at the playground

Think of others is what your mother drilled into you

So all can sleep safe and sound


This is your “United” Kingdom

This is our “United” Kingdom

Stand up. Stand proud.

( ……….. ) by David R Mellor

It comes home

When it comes home

When he comes home

And she didn’t


It bites hard

When we don’t



to start

when he walked in

and she was carried



of the auditorium

the encores still trickling





when he comes home  

and  she didn’t   

Strong and Unstable by David R Mellor

Strong and unstable

Get down on your knees

You have nothing between your ears

Love me… love me, please

Don’t have a conscious

We can do without that

We’ve capped your ability to think clear

Vote for me…

I have lovely beads


I’m a strong bitch

I’ll kick your street lights out

I’ll make the north a level playing field

A car park with zero hours contractors at night


I have your best interests at heart…

You secretly don’t want to live that long

At the foodbank you can queue with your sort

And we can rest on our offshore banking, for sure


You can vote for a strong and stable death

I will put the nails in myself

They answered the call to prayer by David R Mellor

On their knees

For the unholy one ..

For the veil to fall on every woman’s face

Every beer to be swiped from every hand


They answered the call 

Of the devil, dry and poisonous to touch



 Ataturk’s throat


 Freedom of speech


Protesters and leave their bodies hanging in the streets

Turn Kurds

 Into dead meat


They answered the drum beat

Pounding through street

Let’s become greater Saudi Arabia

With me the sultan on the seat

This Bastard Generation by David R Mellor

The dust has settled

On this burnt out land

Wiping up a desert storm of hatred

“Get out of My Land”


This bastard generation took it upon themselves

To set fire to happiness

Torch a refugee home

Spit in the face of their neighbour,

 Drilled holes of hatred into their children’s eyes


The dust has settled

On this burnt out land


The dust had settled …

Poisoned the waterways and arteries

Of our land


Leaving behind only

This bastard generation

X marks the spot, it will hurt by David R Mellor

X marks the spot
It will hurt.

I don’t give a fuck about politics
Just my pound in the pocket
Cut the NHS
To the bare bone
Send that immigrant home

X marks the spot
It will hurt

But not me
I’ve got tax free savings
A mansion with no tax
Nothing will hurt me

And then…

I’m relying on an expert Indian surgeon
To save my frail mother

Too late

Sent one back
And the other is shut down

X marks the spot
And it did hurt