Little Miss

“She is silly”, that’s what people think

too embarrassed to wear something pink

hiding her face an irreplaceable disgrace

not wanting to be seen on the iPhone screen

blaming her own mind for whatever she has been

ridiculously crazy or so it may seem

The truth is unbearable, to hear

her heart is anxious, so she lives in fear

scared to be noticed, scared to travel

so afraid her life would unravel 

awkwardly social, difficultly knows all

waiting behind the line, waiting to fall

“pretentiously playing” 

that’s what people are saying

while she spends her life in panic 

forever on knees praying

confusing her inability with confused sexuality 

never knowing the reality of her actuality 

One day she will see her need can be

one day when she finds actual reality 

settling for what is, expectations a miss

having a warm heart, loving is bliss

trusting in friends without the require to kiss

settling down easy, losing anxiousness 

Be free of worry maybe, go to sleep little lady 

Cold Beauty

Your face is ornate marble as I gently touch it

wiping away your teared streak of mascara

altering the perfect contour from a black line

“what is it?” I uttered with a soft tone of love

you replying with a cold stare not fine

“I cannot do this anymore”

words of torture expected one day! but not

urging a prompt to her thoughts of rot

“our time is regretfully; wasting a start”

“I cannot reply; where lies my heart”

a thunder erupts within my brain

thumping as hurt again and again 

life at that moment, destroys what is good

a sickness inside though somehow, understood 

packing a bag, walking out of my life

thus leaving me coldly with a

troublesome wife. 

 

A New Year

spectrum of a spectacle having a lot 

to deny an equilibrium of  masses having not

singularity blinds the masculinity 

shrinking freedom of open vulnerability 

when the single become blessed 

cloning of a nation becomin’ the rest

free thinking replaced by a programmable mob

allow children to know to grow

dampen not the ability to show

condone a row’ in front of the kids

let them question what they have missed

have a laugh with a cry

teach them love without the shy

leave the cruelty in the sty

crudeness not done it has not a place

Comfort blessing with a smile on a face

joy is small let nothing replace

kindness is all care for the human race

Happy New Year everyone.

a piece of coal and a silver coin

my wish for all +

Give us our daily bread ‘a gift from God’

Asiage

I digress as I age, unlike the trees

brushing the land if allowed to grow

I digress as I age unlike the bees

spreading pollen then honey they die quickly 

I digress as I age love more and receive less

forlorn as a forgotten lamb on a hill

I digress as I age without the childish thrill

the urge to seem young then not

Known as ancient by the teens we have got

I digress as I age withering into silence

forgotten by god and all, alone

I digress as I age for a thousand years 

without a home

Turkey

Turkey in the field

Turkey in the barn

Turkey in the cage

Not having much fun

Turkey in the shackle, hung upside down

Turkey sliced in the blade, maybe missing teeth

Turkey in the vat to boil, loosen feathers free

Turkey wrapped before it’s spoiled, one, two, three,

Turkey in the fridge keeping it cool

Giblets in the cavity that is the rule

Turkey in the oven, enjoy it while it’s hot

Don’t forget to say a prayer & thank our loving..

….God

Gods pain

Raining again Gods tears

he must be very sad this year

It rained in spring, then it rained in summer

raining in autumn, it’s raining in winter

maybe it’s time to throw back the splinter

a piece of wood that cut his son

sharp pierced fingers then sharp pierced toes

the splinter that gorged his side

‘darkness’ the message so far and wide

Blood stained rivers the poisoned touch

from gods own hand he felt it such’

twas much too much pain to bare 

closing his eyes from blood stained hair

maybe next year he will return

to harvest the world for the world will learn

Note from author

May everyone have a most glorious Merry Christmas and an amazing 2025 love - Patrick Hines

Charles Dickens path

passing through the course of history 

ghosts are around, seeming to follow 

a touch on the shoulder here

a giggling laugh there, music in an ear

shadows cloud out the light

swarms of drunken spirits in a fight

walking with fear during the night 

girls out on a hen do, shriek with delight

singing songs remind us why men are shit

alone lie the homeless with dogs by side

hoping to recover from the alcoholic bride

Rochester bridge painted as an iron clump

a man climbs up high, looking to jump

frozen in the chilling wind shouting away

hollows out with a kind of dismay

“please come down”……(patiently waiting)

 “I’ve seen enough ghosts today”