I am where I lay

In another life, thinking of what has gone by

I could never be judged for how hard I tried

why do I cry for it has gone ?

beaten my brow destroying the joy 

of when I was a little boy

tragedy and sorrow, dredged my heart

kept from the touching sensation apart

a wasteland of sorrow people will say

that’s where I am and that’s where I lay

Summer Blessings

I welcome the summer, colours brightly lit

the warmth radiates with a glow

Plants stretch to reach 

Summer flocks and trips to the beach

I welcome the summer, yet it does not stay long

It helps us feel better, a yearning of health

other people moan whatever the weather

I get a feeling of positive growing, of inward stealth

I welcome the summer, breaking the cold 

the summery smells quaintly old 

the feeling of joy, the heat from above

I love the summer, the summertime love

I welcome the summer, the change of spring

takes us to autumn to colours it brings

Twenty years of grey, Cars, Paint, houses

with winter they grow

I love the summer with the joy that flows.

Remembering The Few

Moving along in daily lives, head of this, head of that

Narcissistic experience, wipe feet on the mat 

they look above what they never want to see

looking forward forgetting history

During Covid while working; ‘hum’ at home

clapping the neighbours near the garden gnome

nurses and doctors, fireman, ‘my the kids have grown’

Policeman, and other key workers alone

there are quite a few that not mentioned before

the silent workers that hold the door

the people that get no victory

the poorest paid in history 

Dustmen were ignored by the claps

caretakers unblocked toilets

cleaners that cleaned the mats

bus drivers that caught the disease

where were the claps for these?

Those not mentioned here are the forgotten 

man and woman holding peace for what is rotten

uniformed and smart gun in hands 

The soldiers quietly protecting lands

The biggest political shame of all

Businesses were handed money to see them through

while they were closed and paid a few

excluding millions for a Tory trick

laundering money that done the trick

There is nothing much now; that we can do

 except have a thought for the forgotten few

The loveliest thing, a personable note

remembering all in something you wrote

Clap your hands before you rest tonight 

 remember the people that did alright

think of them and what they knew

then begins  a new tomorrow

to notice the few. 

Clubcards

I’m in the club awfully rich, unlike you, who are a bitch

Tesco, More, Nectar plus four, prices cut at a score

a secret little place consumer war

is it fair to create cuts of this kind 

when people struggle to keep unblind

A secret club to make you special

rob the blind with inflatory schedules

I urge the markets to play it fair

Cut down profits and open bare. 

give cuts to all who shop

make these special clubs all stop. 

Greedy

Ever wondered why everything is so expensive and wages are low, it’s all because of Capitalists greed, if an item is made for a penny then how does it equate to 0.50p in the shop?, the simple answer is every person that has a handling of this product along the way to the shop has to make a profit which bumps the price up.

Companies are making millions to billions of pounds in profit, when profits are down then Jobs are lost!, why? If all companies were to accept lower profits then wages and jobs would not have to suffer, let’s face it if profits were capped to a slow growth then wages could be kept at a decent rate abolishing the need for food banks etc. 

Things have to change, rich aristocracy is simply taking the royal ‘P’ out of ordinary people and then blaming ordinary people for the mistakes that they themselves make. We need to vote in a party that takes into consideration the human race as a whole and not the wealthy. Just something to think about!. 

A forever chance

Sunshine that I bequest bring forth my happiness

have it shine for one last time, 

true to word I am but thine, 

never let the thunder rule; 

the rain soak to a swimming pool

forever keep your heart for me, 

within your love my heart is free, 

a lifetime spent for a sip of wine, 

a snippet of chance our lives entwined, 

intoxicating fever with one more vine, 

the choice to choose was yours not mine, 

I waited in anticipated stare

the moments of pain, a historic fear

silently I sat with you in mind

to any other woman, completely blind

I found my queen without a shoe

My love eternal just for you. 

Little Boy

Once there was a little boy who became lost

he felt so cold within him rose the frost

not a person understood his iniquities 

other children would poke and take the piss

it hardly felt that he belonged

in this world of torture with not much song

how could he become a man?

when always down; wearing a frown

whatever he had, eventually broke

he sometimes dreamt; yet in them choked

waking up crying, desperately sad

felt so unloved; forever would

chosen choices, as he should

always alone in the neighbourhood 

poor little boy, nothing went right

he always had a smile to show

never letting others know; hurting in fight

it will remain so; keeping it wrapped tight. 

Kick

Kick back and hold your own

Might aswel coz your all alone

ain’t no fun in being coy

masticate freely without the joy 

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