No way off

Each day fades and is done, 

retrieval of memory from the previous one,

Tired, so tired of the following to come

not knowing where this roundabout begun

there is no way off until the trial is gone

Hateful Heart

Gone are the strays and waifs that walk the streets 

Gone are the right wing thugs that steal your beets

Away goes the truth, the friendly face, no disgrace

In the past are the fascist tellers of whitened hate

Lift your arm you encourage hate

wearing a swastika at the garden gate

do not come around here with your rascist spate

the dance will not die, freedom is fate

Wealth is the knowledge of a brothers love 

different nations and a protective glove 

Open barriers and borders too 

Share our food, our wealth, a collective stew

Learn with knowledge, grow together 

give each nation a hand, welcome all those  

from another land, most of all find peace  

let go of the hate with a thousand year lease

Look from glass

You look at the world without a smile 

Moving inadvertently for a little while 

Catch your breath then begin to choke 

Shouting inappropriately beyond bespoke 

For a tiny moment you fall asleep 

Eyelids flutter as if to peep 

Some speak of kindness to 

Relinquish life, Stop the pain 

Never let you be born, again and again 

Pure births for a righteous stake 

Perfect people for for perfect sake 

Accept the reason for a clinical race 

Without a blemish, no mark or trace 

I Listen to your awesome sound  

The youthful joy, a colour found 

No judgement on your face of hate 

No anger when I come home late 

Your imperfections are perfect to me 

The love I hold for you is free 

You bring joy if only for a while 

Unique the way you live in style 

To lose you soon would break my heart 

But understand,  I would try to start 

you will not be able to stay too long 

Yet to be with you now fills my heart with song!  

you will be with me always, even when your gone 

Release

A surprise capture, release in the wild 

Fear on his face as a little child 

Into the field, through the woods 

Away he goes, like I hoped he would 

Put off the way

where the cold wind blows 

Snow covered hilltops  

Icy covered roads 

Slipped on the slate 

Metro has a crash 

The little red car 

A fix cost too much cash 

Out in the sticks  

Wondering what to do  

On the way to Kent  

for it’s there I flew 

live in a house though I owe my due 

couldn’t tell you why  

thrown to the wind 

What else could I do 

Kent the garden of England

Not sure that’s true 

at least I’m not an animal

in a Wild West Cotswold Zoo

Injustice

Impervious to the blood stained Nile 

A hypocrite walking a mile 

arriving in his Mercedes’ Benz  

at the end of the race

puffing with egg on his face

Redundancy leaves her without a home 

interest through the roof 

Politicians putting on a brave face 

while rubbing hands together  

saving cash on higher rates 

What a disgrace!  

The old gentleman dies from a weakened immune 

his friends felt he died too soon 

Well no one cares in that place 

Treating the elderly without any grace 

taking all the beds!  

The homelessness are not fed 

Pleased to be sleeping in a tent or a shed 

Still, I’m still okay Jack 

got the sack on my back  

On my own and on the right track  

reaching the tip of a mountain swoon 

Jumping from way up in the sky  

Hoping to fly into the clouds up high 

Not even that, at the end I would  

Know I’m free from this life…if be..I could

A.C. Milan

Go right, drift from the left 

feet crossed, warning from the ref 

flick & turn, move upfield 

One more challenge, his fate is sealed 

slide in measure, ode to pleasure 

towards the corner, offsets the pressure 

goalie dived backward down 

then climbs up with a wayward frown 

upset pride, feeling like a clown 

the losing side are 1-0 down 

production falls, towards the ground

 in this peculiarly sad Italian town

"Saremo una squadra di diavoli. I nostri colori saranno il rosso come il fuoco e il nero come la paura che incuteremo agli avversari."

— 1899, Herbert Kilpin^[17][18]

Winters edge

Up rose sunshine afore the spring

the howling whistles, shrills a ring

thunder on yet quietly sing

wondering else the winter bring

Snow flurries rush a frequent hale

slippery stone about here now

sitting and fishing, in the eve 

caught ought else’ except a sneeze

A shivering shake, lying wide awake

Rayburn yearning, to bake a cake

no place left to call thine own

nothing remains of a once loved home

She rests

The late summer rain fell, ends a spell of drought,

I hear a song of hunger and going without.

Thunderous water nourished the trees, 

the wind dies down to lower the breeze

the flowers, the lawn, a mist settles in 

the early autumn dawn a new era begins 

Early Thursday, a red sun arose in the morning sky, remembrance of a beautiful day weeks gone by.
 I felt the warmth of my skin  nourishment to the soul loved by kin.    a feeling of peace, deep within 

I recall too soon, the bitter twist of karma    a bite from a vile snake charmer.   tragedy strikes the nation, the news is not good,       our queen is dead, hearts are filled with dread, another conservative leader makes her bed

A full package

Not a person had spoken to him in years 

Without question the best in his field 

A complete package, had not fallen apart

Never let the vultures steal his yield 

The efforts made were uncontested 

All this in a fashionable jacket  

Underneath a vest that is double breasted 

though beauty he could see all around

On the hills and in the ground

this story may seem good and sound

He was the loneliest scarecrow

That would ever  be found

Alone

A sunny day, one or two, none so many, but there’s  been a few, 

I’ve never felt the warmth or joy, of holding near a loved ones ploy, 

the secret wish to be close with me, just holding hands in the rain, 

Gently kissing below the willow tree

I’ve never known what life is about, an unwanted feeling of fear and doubt

is it an illusion, a deep desire?

I’ve only known a disasters mire, bullying into submission, burning with fire.

A long hard trip

Intellectually astute, renowned for thinking, clever to the task, intuitively clinking, quickened logic formerly slick, emotional collapse when his brain went click.

Thoughts of the world, bridges built, towers of glass raised up from silt, mountains climbed, tunnels channeled, children hungry, politicians flannel

Disastrous read more bad luck news, a heart of flickers continual blues, he placed a rope on his neck then jumped from the bridge, said “what the heck”

Soul searching for peace, no peace found, regressing back to a torturous past, doomed throughout fading fast, nothing good would ever last. 

Closing eyes, until feeling fine then flew like a bird for a moment in time, sparkling stars, tightening grip, was this real, or just a blip, a cup of coffee, with one last sip, tragic end to a long hard trip

My Dad

My dad told me a story of forty years before, when he was young and there was a World war, I thought ‘he is old, well; what does he know anyway’?

the petulance of youth never seems to fade, ignorance is everything when you know it all,

Life has been difficult, if only I could hear him once more, to really listen, intent to learn, I would have had less bridges to burn, my father was a hero, a young voluntary fireman, a royal airforce cadet, saving Saturdays for a little shilling bet, Harold, Red & Pat, a short tempered rat with a heart of gold, a maniac cat he owned, it would always attack, confused and alone now though surrounded by friends, most times I think my life would end, I’ve no more to give, burned to the ground, to rest a buzzing mind from an abnormal sound, no, stay quiet, not be found. 

Do not look for me in the flowers

Do not Look for me in the flowers, the sky up above

A warm caress of love to your little girl pup

a Red breast Robin, comes quite near

gives a knowing look without any fear

I will not be a ghost wandering around

In the house there, I will not be found

I am not the the touch on your shoulder

the sound you heard jumping on the bed

I will not switch on the tv or open the shed

For god loved the world, he gave his only son

That whoever believes in him will be in heaven 

Do not look for my reflection in the glass  

I will be in heaven, probably sitting on my arse

do not cry for me for long,  you will see me again Do not look for me for long, an angel I will send  I’m not here on earth, I am gone. 

I will see you in heaven, home in the sky

If you believe in Jesus, I will be by his side 

I will look for you in the morrow’ 

I will search always, for you

somewhere over the rainbow

In the garden of Eden below the clouds too. 

Complete part.

Miles apart, Close together, 

Cliffs of chalk, mountains of heather,

awareness of presence, close to my heart

feeding a hunger, a feinted non-start.

Afraid of fear, dangers unknown,

wherever in the world, sadness alone,

contend to do right, a fiery red setter,

challenging rise of a future that is better

Don a cloud of grey and mist,

heavy heart, a mental twist,

Overcasting rain, well it gently falls

Overzealous thoughts, who knows or cares at all.

Who is your Judge?

One day, could be soon, there will be no choice…only one question to ask… 

who  is going to judge you for what you do now? 

Odious youth

Suffering youth a continual hurt 

alone in the playground expelled as if dirt

wanting to feel wanted extradited out

wondering on earth what existence is about

Misunderstood throughout life

giving it the best to struggle and strife

hoping for a pain to end his misery 

a sharp pointed knife in a whisky distillery 

Dapple grey with powerful eyes

a horse in a field blinkered blind

Petra standing on the right side 

his best friends nearby to confide

walking home alone the moon will follow

tipsy from drink sorrowfully hollow

photographs of children they have grown

beloved dog joyously chewing a bone

Tomorrow his birthday they all will come home

Call for compassion

1989 the end of the Cold War, the Berlin Wall falls

Nations joined large and small

The word on everyone’s lips, “one world together”

At last we can breathe an air of peace forever 

Or so we thought, people without wanted more

People with’ wanted even more

The east has a new life, a new found freedom 

Less restriction began, financial growth, 

religious movement with gods love,

a new garden of Eden 

Creating politicians over the earth with power, 

there; aligned a chance to make good

openness to enjoy everything we should

Travelling across borders, enjoy different tastes 

a possibility for ecological gains to make pace

Planting new seeds for breathable trees

Oxygenate lands with the new found peace

Expand seas, reams of ocean life

Greater developments of coral reefs

unfortunately with power grows greed

Selfish uncaring corruption are abound

Kindness ebbs away using propaganda  

Hard sentiment for the poorest and less able 

poison in the veins flow with debt

believe we have everything, we haven’t yet

Now we are in dangerous times, a world at war

Putin kills people, ‘just people! 

Fathers, Mothers, Children die, homes destroyed

Russia has taken a step towards implosion 

using illegal weapons of explosion 

The uk is sick, the USA too

Join together in love , before it is you!!

Generous of heart

“Pure and undefiled religion before God and the Father is this: to visit orphans and widows in their trouble, and to keep oneself unspotted from the world.”

‭‭James‬ ‭1:27‬ ‭NKJV‬‬

Paranoid Delusion

Splendid irrelevance

Where would I be without it?