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