Treasured Memories of my Dad

Positive thoughts of the past
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.

London Olympics

It began with the hypocrisy
Placing the 'great' in Britain,
Making the wealthy wealthier,
Putting a guilt edge on royalty showing an importance
to the aristocracy.
Making out the country is poor
Cutting benefits for the worst affected
Disabled, unemployed and more.
So angry when I heard the words
politicians blaming it on the youth
Making what is a lie a truth
University funds cut
Not a question or a but
Olympic stadium costing millions
Someone has to pay
Might aswel be the millions
Underhandedness with a swindling twist, puts you off the Olympic mess
Then I watched the swimmers swim
Non sighted, Hard of hearing,
Runners running without a limb
So many contenders, strong and brave
With smiles on their faces and a marvellous wave.
Stadiums full of people who care
Contenders fighting for an equal share
the anger I felt from the politicians faze
Disappeared slowly in An emotional haze
It was'nt what MP's wanted after all,
It was spirited para - Olympians
Steadfast, loyal, true and tall
I enjoyed all of what I saw
Proud of the greatest athletes
Fighting for a medal without any war.
Overwhelmed by a wonderful sense of joy
Happiest country in all the world
Pride running through every man, woman, girl and boy.

Odd Fellow

The man behind the mask
Is the man behind the truth
He's socially inept
Societies reserved debt
Quizzing personalities sooth
Lost within his youth

The man too awkward to talk
Fragile flower without a stalk
Axe murderer or serial killer
Questioning looks at Benjamin Miller

Neither will he be
Traversely still, a lonely tragedy
Wanting for a need
A friendly trusting seed

He laughs along with them all
Yet feels so very small
Peculiarity reigns
Troubles his soul, destroys his brain.

One day they may find him all alone
Left with no nourishment
Just skin and bone
What a quiet fellow they say
Then bury him beneath
The muddy clay

Police the world

No chemical weapons
Or atomic bombs
No safe surroundings
in their John

Kill the ruthless leader
Destroy what they haven't got
Bomb the country to oblivion
Fill the hotel rooms with a Gideon

Steal their liquid gold
Sell what's not been sold
Send in medication
For the weak and for the old

Someone's lost a son
Maybe a daughter too
Believing in a cause
Release a living few

Free a country from oppression
Lift a people from depression
That's what they have you believe
Blind people cannot see

America will reign supreme
Free the eastern regime
Billions of dollars to be made
Business growing at a rate

Fill the country with their lies
American phones for all the wives
McDonald's opens a burger bar
complete the fib with a brand new car

One day maybe the land will be free
from obsessive countries
and all their money
America, Britain,France and more
Will go and oppress
Someone else's shore.
I

Ode to Jasper

Ten thousand interesting readers have seen my blog,
It's so amazing!, that many people without a job.
Scouring the Internet for something to do
Or am I just the lucky one, obviously were looking for some other kind of fun
Yet stumbled apon my written trash
It's a shame it doesn't bring in any cash.
Still continue reading if you dare
Even though you're probably sitting there bare.

The Bee

Busy bee flying along,
collecting pollen, singing a song
What a lovely feast on that plate
Custard tarts, taste really great
Flying slowly, back to the nest
Wasting time,
in his black and yellow vest
Nearly there, not too far
Then goes splat!
On a windscreen of a car.

Wasting time?

Close the door, grab the book, don't turn around for a second look
Open the cover, turn to page one
Read the Prologue, what good fun
Chapter one, there you go
Waste some time, your an adventurous soul
into the mystery, questing, love life
Put the kettle on when startled by your wife.
"What you reading?", she says to you
"oh just a small story, melancholy blue".
"sounds good, how much have you read?"
"fourteen chapters, all done and said.