Choice to retire; really?

Experience the thrill; taste the bitter pill

travel worldwide with a bit on the side 

enjoy life to the full try not to be dull

They’ll find you in the end-on that you can depend

The fog on the Tyne, work in the mine

black bras and bondage, will take an advantage 

them hills in Yorkshire and Cotswold west 

Meant for the young providing no rest

As a ordinary person who’d love to retire

forget your future; things are looking dier

zealous greed for money, xenophobic arsehole honey

become a stupid poet like me, care for each person

then see; relinquish anger, feel free

A Government tricks

Swindon to Gloucester, Earth to Mars

Much less pollution, less of them cars

Smokeless theme lowering torture 

Clearly blinded from an unseen future

Mum and Father have to work

They cannot claim tax from a washer woman’s dirt

Both parents pay, what about the young

Put them In an institution for working class scum

One earn for the bills, one earns for Taxsome money left for Mc’ds, to feed little MaxFollow the dream keep the filthy richThen sit down and, think!Ain’t life such a bitch!. 

Deeply red dread

Auburn hair with a ruby streak

eyes of green enticingly unique

Twas the moment a glimpse of hell

to fall deeply into the devils spell

Capture a snare and cut the heel

unable to alter the way ‘o’ feel

but it was many a year ago

when twice as stupid and twice as bold

Etching arm was a gritty mistake

Lines on the face and a deep heartache

if I didn’t die then, then there’s been a mistake

the baby unborn was yours to take

Cirencester Parish Church

The story of this church is a mesmerising tale

It tells of gods own treasured gem 

a cup of pure wine here flows

a brightly wondrous past gone by

young people rest an age and nigh

they were so very young to die.

Voices of angel boys and men

who practice strongly on and then

sing a heavenly hallelujah hymn

then back to school they curse and sin

forgive them lord for; all begin

a heavenly place to give and bring

The flag is raised a king renewed

the earl of bath is long since past

regularly passes the market square

51 transport arriving there

historically once I was the man

Who brought dissimilar ones to town

Your way through

When life becomes brighter expect the hit

when all is going right, something turns shit

if it happens then chew down on the bit

take hold of the reigns to get past it

Challenge the unappeasable that holds you down

through a different direction without a frown

if you are feeling low, and depressed 

enter a new challenge without the stress

Usually things go wrong as life appears right

there must be something, that sparkles bright 

a single thing to give one hope 

a little bit of love to help you cope

If at the end you cannot find

a reason to live, confused or blind

close your eyes then try and find

the one thing left that you’ve left behind 

Look for the good and it’s the good you’ll find. 

On the Beautiful Blue Danube

Not feeling it today, the world can go away

Not feeling it today, with the world in dismay 

chaos reigns supreme, the devil in his scheme

There is no escape from the Bay of Biscay to the cape

Israel in the east and Gaza in the west

when peace will come along, no one can guess

at rest in my bed sleeping soundly from the news

regretfully shaken with the blues

a single escape sets my soul at ease

travelling through space gathering my needs

at last arriving by shinrarta dezhra 

shivering a cold so deep from the never

Jameson’s Memorial a wonderful sight to see

beauty of the Blue Danube as in a memory

an elegant waltz to welcome us all home

onto Sol, the Earth and Rome.

in a land of freedom with love and no war

then back to space, well that’s what dreams are for. 

Painfully Sane

Through the struggle of caring bleed

cooperation is conceived 

take a moment to breath

from the pressurisation of greed

am I about to implode, from this world I concede

emotionally struck deeply incensed within! 

I cannot consume this torture o’more

still I say good morning with a with a smile or grin

I want it to end, the strife that I am in

In pain each day, am miserable, not desired

tears held back, torturous brain, ecliptically sane

if I am free from these chains would I come here again?

I scream and cry, yet I try to hide

the hurt is too deep to pretend; I am so tired

it’s a dead give away, people not sure what to say

they go quiet and idle away, just another day

Irrelevant consummation as ‘king James’ once said

alone in this torture with nowhere to go

No one to talk with just a black hole

The fog

Words are spoken. Not necessarily true

stories are foretold about me and you

“He’s always late”, she doesn’t eat

Unless it’s some cheese and a plate full of meat

irrelevant rubbish, neither truth nor very sweet 

Work hard for years, not a thank you in sight

give all your time, strength and your might 

wonder if one day be recognised for your worth

instead of your belly of carbs 

and your exaggerated girth

Is it really worth it? never been til your gone

bullied through school and 60 years on 

lies are more telling than years of hard slog

beaten to the ground like an uncared for dog

never will see the trees through all of the fog

Gregariousness is a fake kind of me

hidden from view is where I’m comfortably 

alone in the world created from fear

never let it be shown this emotional tear

you’ll always see me happy without any care. 

no one person can help the struggle you feel

a climb can be lonely and always up hill

just keep on going to reach your goals end

through life or through death 

One day, your struggle will end

Which is odd

Should you be outside the world looking in?

OR

Inside the world looking out?

try being both to se exactly what it is about

2023

Once apon a time in England - garden of the world,

People were happy and kind except in the winter chill

a lady came along, she taught everyone a lesson,

the need for greed, street doors closed, 

neighbours were unkind, people became bankers

frequent lesson learnt is how to be wankers

Now we live in another time, could say a tainted line

the sun beautifully shines but not in summertime

winters are darker due to how we feel

consecutive governments are wreaking overkill

the health service is dead, rich people are well fed

millions will suffer for a want of meagre cash

percentages of wealthy give the poor a bash

We should be prepared to wipe the slate clean

invest in people then not be so mean

unemployed are in a state of ignored

nationalise everything to kill profiteering 

invest in humans and bring Christmas cheering

vote out the rich, let working people in. 

let truth be true refuse to accept lying! 

The earth

Scores of souls crawling tormented begging for a righteous end with a fortuitous future. 

The only hope of freedom drawn out of the dream from a bloody leaking suture.

Corruption in the air, everywhere around 

ghouls of evil leeches dwelling in the ground

a small group born to travel disregarding law

follow the messy trails of shit, ever forging war 

tiny cracks of road ahead beg what is it for?

Masters of deception in thousands pound suits 

over zealous greed deception of the poor

thousands of the elderly, murdered by the score

move them to the danger zone

show them what it’s for

balance the books, money under the mattress 

society destructively broken, confusion in its wake

hear the thunder roar, feel the ground shake

hurt yourself again to feel if your awake

EPILOGUE 

Just an idea to give the few people who read my eye burning poetry, I wake each morning to face another day, hard to do but everyone has to do it. 

I am living in what I feel is a wonderful world with the nature of gods earth.

 although I am too sensitive for this living,  I have unfortunately experienced the worst of people and seen the best but very few times. I am disturbed by war and greed, I am hurt by what I read in the newspaper of children being hurt and elderly mistreated, I am angry by the corruption of politicians, just one decision can alter or destroy so many lives, also the treatment of people less well off or unemployed how can society care so little?.

I cannot change what has become and it doesn’t get any better, perhaps why I live my life with depression, I love it when the sun shines but I cannot feel the happiness it brings, I don’t want to live but I don’t want to die. I write to deal with this disturbance.

I live in hope this will change and pray suffering is less for all. I am a working man and always have been, I show no contempt for those that have done well or those that have tried but no one has helped them be the person they would like to be, in my experience one cannot always achieve alone! 

Be good to each other and remember everyone needs love, if it means hurting someone to forge ahead then don’t do it. ‘Be kind while you climb’

Take care

Regards

Pat 

Notting Hill Carnival

A wonderful spectacle for all to see

joyful occasion without the need for weed

enjoy goat curry with fragrant rice

baked up dumplings that taste very nice

Jamaican patties deliciously yum

Hear the music, melodious steel drum

beautiful colours so wonderfully done,

Make your luck to see your chosen truck

it’s a get together for love and joy

throw the knives in the bin

save the life of a mothers boy

make what you see, be mellow and free

grow tall and as strong as a grand oak tree. 

be better than them with illness of will

Notting Hill is a carnival of happiness to fill

Unanswered Questions

I wonder will this sickness ever stop, will I ever have enough money to shop?, will my heart hurt forever?

will It destroy the good there is around or n…..

I, hoping we could cure this together

a mystery berates a person with lowered esteem

a confounding act of poor management it seems,

Why a destructive force within exists 

I have found very little joy that lasts or gives

I pray there is something warm to inspire better 

love forever in you, not weakening or shattered 

yet I am asking far too much to hold you again

for like a delicate flower, petals would fall

as rain, followed by my tears 

strength is a thing that I once knew well enough

now I am clothed in weakness and destitution 

I fear my heart and soul, will never know a resolution 

I could end it now without shame, stop confusion

my god why not allow such a hurtful act of self?

I ask without any meritorious objection 

then again I wait and on reflection……. 

hope to see the clouds dissipate for sun. 

Teddy bear

 A window of light in a long dark tunnel  You were born a miracle boy, a spectacular joy

 a child is always a beautiful thing 

You were no exception, my heart in song did sing

proudness overspilled, but I miss you too much

now I have slipped, and once again am falling down 

The slippery slope with a cloud and a frown

I outwardly show that everything is alright

yet I’m dead inside and have no more fight

I ask ‘will this be my final intervention?’

to disappear without a mention

It’s wrong to be self absorbed 

I wish I could stop it yet I cannot of course.

Just Forget

Forget the pictures, the times in life

forget the moments, forget your wife 

forget the turmoil , disasters hand

forget your childhood in another land

forget your talent that made you great

forget your children, forget your mates

a tortured future is what you will find

The joy has gone, love is unkind

Forget the photographs, forget those times

there is no future for a damaged mind.

Choices to make

In a postcode war, integration of vile 

if only the choice would be, to wait a while

imagine a moment to stop and think

drop the knife, drugs and drink

save the future lives of at least two young men

drug fiends going nowhere, then again! 

Symphony

I feel the music, it’s in my soul 

filling a gaping hole

prancing and dancing as if by magic

the story is a sound that moves me far away

then melancholy it stirs my emotions to sway

I weep as it captures my all, in tender heart

joy is at an end before again it starts

The sky fell

Temperate disease, iradical power

Alters delightfull to bitter and sour

the question on humanity’s lips

‘where were you, when it fell’ 

A moment of peace or peaceful desire

Left in a quandary, impeccable choir

The sky so vivid with burning colour

momentarily blind, an explosion of fire

Crows lay around with a deathly hope

remaining carcass, immovable scrub soap

all is well, yet there’s darkness inside

contradicting action, posthumously hide

The largest flower most beautiful bloom

brings the finality far too soon

crest of dust, mighty throne

peaceful surge, though not for long

Ineluctable darkness in the glorious sun

shrouded in a cloak of what’s to come

some will simply wonder why

was it a message from heaven or hell? 

others will never forget when the sky fell.

If I were King

Talk the talk 

Fight the fight

If I were king

I bloody well might

Silent reminder

a long queue of traffic at temporary lights 

rain briskly falling on the windscreen 

swish a swish the wipers sweep

drowning out the buzz I keep

clattering a pitter patter

screeching rubber thudding stop

hoot from the car behind 

waking from the trance, I hop

noise returning, no escape

the sound at night, a wee awake

deep loss of joy is my pay and stake