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.