Friday, 28 December 2012
Bindweed
Those that make accusations
Based on feeling blue
Decisions bring the changes to ones circumstance
Unwanted torment on the way
each day is but a dance
sit by and watch, with insignificant stride
the Devil on your shoulder
God your wanton bride
Innocent yet bound with invisible binding chains,
hurting without reason
satan's inherited gain
hanging high for treason.
giving you all the pain.
Pray and hope the past will not haunt you
may you never go there again
Wednesday, 21 November 2012
Just thoughts
For the elderly,infirm, disabled and poor
Although in reality they're hard and selfish
Loving for money, they Don't care anymore
I went to a party to have a good time
Drunken and stupid, self loathing bastards
Alcoholic beverages poisoning minds
Unrighteousnessly wealthy covered in puke and grime
Thought I might chat to like minded folk
All that I found were shallow, high on coke
The rich with all the wealth, have enough to be charitably suited
Smart suits and polished shoes, going to homeless and sharing the booze
The worst thought that I ever had was to think that money was fair
A bodge up job for a villager, not spend their precious money, save a few bob
the wealthy can afford not to use a professional, everyone wants their money
Except the homeless and hungry, a home is too good for a tramp
He doesn't want it anyway, he's happy pissing it up the wall
Illusionary tactics shared by all, to free them from guilt so they may walk tall
If at any time you pass a man with an empty palm on an open hand
Consider the thought, he might not be abusing his right to survive
Genuine with mental torture could be his thing
An alcoholic problem might be his only sin
What god given right have we to judge him
A handful of cash might be his relief, for maybe one night of narcotic release
Maybe he needs a friendly face to help him along with friendship and faith.
Let down by the world, left alone, fed up of the so called human race.
Seeing it from a poor mans eyes, wealthy or not to put us in good stead for a heart of good lot.
Monday, 19 November 2012
Strange Day
If the bricks were upright
One would be insignificant
Overshadowed, small
Passing through a cloud
Warmed through by the shroud
Bouncing on the softness
Vibrant colours flashing loud
How grey is today, bitter, miserable
Wrapped in clothes tight
a frightful sort of day
full of fear and might
Or is it just a chill one feels in the bones
Cannot wait to be home
In the warm tonight.
Wednesday, 31 October 2012
This day #
The world would end
On this day
I found a friend
Lonely
as a man can be
On this day
I set you free
This day
Was the day it began
On this day
I became a man
This day
Was the start of it all
On this day
I was walking so tall
This day
The tragic end
On this day
I lost a friend
This day
I was left in awful pain
That day
You fell into the train
On that day
You fell into that train
Any day
Will never be the same
Again.
Tuesday, 30 October 2012
If I were to pass away #
If I were to pass away
What would I say on that day
A future I speak of no more
That would be such a lonely bore
I would only think of you
Tell god just what good it would do
If I were to be here with you
Once more and never be blue
For just one chance by your side
To ask you to be my bride
I don't need any help to decide
Another chance instead of to die
If I were to pass away
The world would end on that day
To no longer be with you
I don't know what else I would do
I couldn't be alive anymore
Life without you would be such a bore
If I were to pass away
The world would end on that day.
If I were to pass away
The world would end on that day.
Sense
Scared of the night, fearful of fright
Stand on the edge, of the balcony height
At the most wondrous, yet beautiful sight
Tingling flesh from the very idea
Adrenalin rush the tensions so near
Arms stretched out wide
As a bird in a glide
Exciting and free from feeling empty
Forcing a push off into the air
Golden Eagle swishing, yet going nowhere
a soul flies off into the night
A powerful source, mightier than might
Saturday, 20 October 2012
See Ahead
to have a long think
It's a mess we are leaving
a stain in the sink
No more will cars
move up and down the street
war in Iraq left behind a nasty stink
Ghawar, Burgan, Cantarell a few fields that have reached their peak
Now on the search, more oil they seek
When they run dry
all the poor souls cry
Pessimism will rule, billions will die Countries must shout
it could be too late,
has the horse bolted
before they shut the gate
Superpowers fight to rule the Earth
war with each other for scrapings of black dirt
plastics, tyres, food to your door
Will no longer be available for the masses anymore
Greed for wealth to be the final say
bringing the world
to the end of its days
Tuesday, 16 October 2012
Looking out of the window
He cannot move a muscle or even twitch, cannot move his hands to scratch an itch
He just sits in his chair with a melancholy stare relying on someone to clean him bare
feeling humiliation from insensitivity, roughly handled while carer's watch TV.
Crying without tears carrying the same fears
it's been the same for almost twenty years.
Genius mind counting, like quoting a hymn
Complicated sums, logarithms
Cleverest person in the neighbourhood
Most intelligent man not understood
Wheelchair bound, he will never again move
at least he enjoyed some of his youth
Until he had that frightful fall
Without that slip he might have been tall
Spiritually trapped within his skin
Virtually real to his nearby kin
Every sense has been lost
except the five senses a gift to most
Adam waits silently still
Travels to the sun and back without mobile skill.
Friday, 12 October 2012
The call for unnationalism
How could I ?, I've never suffered
With a bullet lodged in my brain
Never been hungry enough
to drive a man insane
I've never had gold nuggets pulled out of my teeth, forever living in a country without peace
I've never really known pain
Although I hurt just the same
My pain is selfish compared to yours
I've never hid in a cupboard behind the draws
I'll try not to patronise
It's just I'm so surprised watching our young people resent their lives
They have so many wonderful things
Why are the Jewish race hated humans sent to Auswicht, just for being
Five million murdered with all eyes seeing
Many women had shaved heads,
Lots of people gassed until dead.
Children held onto their mums
Standing still with hungry tums.
Now when the world has everything
Too much to lose to let it happen again
So much to gain from our multi cultural friends
The call for nationalism will be a dangerous end
The message of love must be sent again and again and again
Thursday, 11 October 2012
Bridie
Spreading humour all over the place
Soft and gentle but tough as can be
Got that from her Irish ancestry
She thinks about every person she knows
Leaves a memory everywhere that she goes
Helping people with her loving soul
I liked her So much from the word go
Jesus has reached his hand to send
away he takes our kind lovely friend
Bridie our loving thoughts are with you
And will be till the very end
Monday, 8 October 2012
Positively negative
They walk in with a presence and charismatically get it
Friends surround them with affectionate tone
Their always important and never alone
What makes them so good at it ?
I'll never know
I just muddle through life accidentally digging a hole
Forever dieting while gaining pounds
Short and round with a hobbiton frown
confident people are tall and slim
Walk through a storm and come out smiling.
Calm and controlling, smile as they hurt, I even look strange in my KFC shirt
Bilbo Baggins looks completely sweet
In his smart striped suit with hair on his feet
It's strange how some always fit in
And others are as Golum
wearing a ring
Possessed by the mess they find themselves in while drowning they're sorrows with a bottle of gin.
Sunday, 7 October 2012
Pleasure with death
For him, life was over far too soon
The sun was shining through the bay
A flash of light shone where he lay
It said get up, get up, come and play
you will dance the night away
he passed away before his time
He could not dance, no mean or rhyme
His body broken to an end
The sickness bad, he could not mend do not mourn with anger so
seeing his person, placed in that hole
you will see him dancing soon
Joyful, at peace and with his soul
He was risen from the bed
The moment he was lie down dead
An angel came to lead him on
Take him away with a beautiful song
Those that love have welcomed him
To the wonderful place without a sin.
Think of the good that you remember
Be forever joyful in life, from January till December
Saturday, 6 October 2012
Life is a shopping mall
I don't know what I'll find
Looking for nothing
Of any particular kind
People, they pass me
Each and every day
No thought of acknowledgement
Just passing their way
Whichever place I choose
To have a browse
Like a strange kind of world
Within a different crowd
Taking a turn is a thoughtless decision
though it could change life
Into an inquisition.
Leading to confusion making mistakes
Buying the wrong things
Changing the stakes
Looking through the years
At the bridges once burned
Thinking hard at all the errors completely unlearned
no regrets? Well maybe a few
chosen another shop
Would have avoided the queue
Saved some money richer in life
Not much would be a waste
Far less of the strife
oh well tomorrow's a different day
Walk down the high street
And spend some of my pay
Wednesday, 3 October 2012
Contemptuous thoughts of a professional
cut into her soft young flesh
Two inches below her ample breast
How could his corrupt mind
think such a way
with a retractor opening
her small rib cage
I suppose he is a man
As a child, he hoped to do good
using whatever skills
That his kind should
inside her body
It feels such a pleasure
He spent so long making the measure
Inserting the tube designed for the job
Perfectly placed by a professional snob
Her life became greatly improved
Gave the girl vibrance,
extending her years, enabling her move
open heart surgery
changed lots of lives
From the birth of what's hope
Entered greatened times
Extending the young girls fragile life
Monday, 1 October 2012
A good boss
The judge asked "why has this man been brought before me" "because he stole bread from me your honour" replied the large suited man.
"Well, what have you to say for yourself peasant ? ".
A skinny man in rags stood to speak
" I am paid three guineas a week" your onour", "two guineas pay the rent, leaving one guinea for utility, little Albert and eferyfing else", " I was ungry sir".
The judge looked very sternly at the the skinny man and shouted out in his roughest voice. "take this man out and give him six lashings"
Then looked at the fat suited man and in an even rougher voice " take this man out and flog him six times", "why said the fat suited man ?"
The judge stole a stare at the fat suited man and replied "if this man is employed by you and you cannot afford to give him more than a meagre wage, then you should break your bread with him, so that he need not have had a reason to steal.
A Word
This is just a short message to all that have read my poems ect.
I hope that I have not offended anyone, I am not anti American, Russian, Muslim, I am not against any good people with money either. I have always been a very sensitive person that cannot help but feel another's suffering. It pains me to know that so many people in the world are hungry or hurting either through war or famine and other atrocities, this is worsened by the greediness and selfishness of the worlds very richest people.
It also causes me distress when I read of such things like murder, rape and the hurt of the vulnerable such as children and the elderly.
Of course there's nothing I can do about it, so I write words.
I also condemn corrupt politics and people in positions of power that abuse that status, who use it against the vulnerable and weak.
Sometimes I believe that I am not meant to be in this cruel world, there's probably thousands of people who feel just like me.
The only advice I can give to them is to say. 'Be who you are, do not intentionally hurt anyone and have faith in god (whoever your god may be)
The cruel will not go unpunished and the vulnerable will eventually gain the full recognition of eternity with their maker.
Let Jesus be your strength and guide you through all the hardships of your life. Thank you for reading my words. I hope that you get some pleasure from them.
[John 3:16]
Monday, 24 September 2012
Dim the light
Just dim the light, and let me be
Give it some time and then we'll see
Dim the light for an eternity
Go away, take your chirlish things
Leave well alone, see what life brings
Waste some time, it will all work out
Go and see what's around and about
Give yourself time to breathe a breath
Wrap yourself up you'll freeze a death
If you don't like, the things you see
Then leave them unfound, turn yourself round and come home to me
Dim the light, forever free
Just dim the light and let us be
We need some time, so we can see
Dim the light down for eternity
Saturday, 15 September 2012
Moonlit Lake
Shimmering across the almost still lake
Ripples ride the surface
of the Blackened water
spreading the light across it
As if it were my lord
spreading the good news
Far and wide from an alter
on and on the ripples unravel
Until they reach the trees
Hanging from the meadow
Resting to a sudden end
at the hardened gravel
No more will the blackened water travel.
But my lord can still be heard in the distance from the movement of the tiniest pebble
Friday, 14 September 2012
A good soul
Just open your mouth
Let your thoughts out of you
If people don't listen
They've heard far too much
Or maybe they're scared
And way out of touch
Feelings of anger may hang about
So tell someone else,
so you can work it all out,
Pain in your body may come from hurt
Emotional scars that dig us in dirt,
giving and forgiveness
Are good for your soul
You may never find out
if you don't give it a go,
What good is in you
Will shine into all
Reflect like a mirror
and let them stand tall.
Tuesday, 11 September 2012
Treasured Memories of my Dad
For me it's been a blast
Carousel at Battersea fair
Ghost train, skeletons
gave me such a scare
My dads scarf around my neck
Dog eared hat covering my hair
He spat on a hanky to wipe my face
It felt so awful, what a disgrace
Marching along the Thames
Where the big ships moored
Sailors in suits, standing on deck
I wore a sailor hat
Probably looked a fool
But what the heck
I wanted to be one of them one day
Until I grew up,
I was told sailors were gay
that did enough of a job
To wrongly scare me away
I Learnt about London
It's history in a shell
The Tower of London
The terrible smell
Beefeaters standing guard
of the White Tower
The Crown Jewels safe
With their mighty power
We watched a lot of movies
Still do today
Cinema, I love to have fun that way
Magnificent Seven, West Side Story
The King and I, A crowning glory
Then to the cafe or Wimpy bar
A Bender brunch
And Milkshake in a jar
My dad took me to fascinating places
The British museum,
History and Science too
on good days We went to London Zoo
He would always tell me
how much he spent
"Five pounds and six bob
That's what you cost me today"
Then jump up and down
in his usual way!
My dad was scary
with his fiery temper
I sometimes wished he would fall
In dogs poo and catch distemper
Shout at me for wanting a wee
He never wanted to be that silly
I suppose it could not be helped
It's just the way he grew
he never really knew
how scared I could be
his shouting causing me such misery
He had a good heart deep inside
His generation never let it show
Keeping it safe, as if to hide
Now dad has gone, I miss him so
He left my life with an unfillable hole
It's a shame the way he had to go
Ended by a fool
not looking riding a bike
I hoped that fool
would ride into a spike
Still dad has gone
I have my memories
Of good times we had
That were not all that bad.
I loved him my father
my wonderful dad.
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