What a commotion

Blink, irreversible ripple wave, sleep irrevocably saved

fall on a hardened floor, destroying foundations at war

caution be the sign, if requiring everything to be fine

try your hardest not to shout at the children about

close the book for pain not to get a look

understanding the climb to be on the other side

corruption in crime if you offer a bribe

miss mention a mention a social media lie

try not to break a heart if not wanting to cry

guilt is such a menace even when up high 

Roman Tragedy

Remembering the casualty of a precarious feud 

breaking of hearts, destruction confused

the loss of a life began an end

a letter written regretfully sent

twas’ the demons glee to a payment met

Eternal photograph, hearts aflutter

romance begun with not a stutter

instantaneous love, when eyes were seen

souls entwining, all consuming theme

instantaneous fortune of lust, yet green

Unjustly plan cast a spell to ratify thy doom

all was final, disaster loomed 

parental strength, oh Catholicism truss

why not share one, mothers love

defining god, release thy trust

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” 

save me from myself

I used to be me, you used to be you

now after all these years it’s only we

I’m part of you and you’re part of me

though bridges divide us 

a flowing river flows so fast to cross over

sometimes it seems we cannot step across

the drawbridge raises, tides rollover

six foot apart’ from a true romance

anxiety rules more than our love 

only god holds us from a touch above

we are at the time that we know everything 

we hold everything, we love each other more

we both know the score

will we be together forever or fall apart ?

in my heart you are with me eternally

I would be so rewarded 

if you never flowed through the sea

I will want you forever 

even if you don’t want me

Next Christmas

Last Christmas I gave you my heart 

what an extraordinary way to start

words that wrapped around in style

repetitively strong, lingering a while

I watched with sad memories 

as they were speaking with love 

the man that caught everyone’s heart

a special time for us all

at twenty two envious of you

a famous star good looking too

while I had nothing and was a fool

well in fact that wasn’t true 

a year later the next Christmas

dedicated to you, covered in presents

my baby girl, a dream come true

I wept when you were born

in love at the first glance 

a just victory, I wanted to dance

miracle of a child like Jesus Christ 

to think I could have one of my own

Kellie’s Christmas, wonderful 

the proof that I had grown

you; then Michael, the life I had sown

forever with me, wherever you home

eventually you would go

but I always will love you so! 

I hope you know

year 11 Breathe for now

You cannot do it”, show them that you can

“you are too young to know”, teaches the inner man

“You will never achieve”, you will if you believe

“you are a loser” a challenge from a user

take the challenge and be a chooser

refuse to be the person they see

You will lose sometimes, winning is not free

keep striving on until you see victory 

it will come one day, be patient and you will see!

 “You can be the person you want to be”

Caring Wishes - Pat Hines.

“

Waiting in the Rain

Looking through the windscreen

at the pitter patter of condensed wet

thinking rain rain go away again; yet,

here it is to dampen the reflections of life

getting prepared for the long drive

wet feet from a puddle splash

A baby cries in the distance 

comforted by his loving German mummy

then silence as he is pursuaded with a dummy

not understanding her speak 

though it was a loving tone she used

he will surely sleep on the way home

clump, clump, the rear passenger doors slam

bang, an end to the restful moment of release

cacophony of rap covered chit chat ending peace

accompanied not acknowledging existence 

turning on dab, ‘country’ radio for pleasure

a cocktail of sounds combine to the measure

listening to thoughts along the way

concentrating on which direction is best

so absurd, not a word spoken in jest

they, refusing to wear coats, opting for wet

still it could be worse teenagers we get

another car hydroplanes across the road in front

Forty five minutes of splashing wheels

a situation of mixed emotion a sentient feels

how an instant reflection can alter a mind

changing a moment of; hard to kind’

‘so how did it go’ I gently asked

not a word of reply, a nod of headphone look

home in time for an omelette still!

munching a nourishingly enjoyed meal

clean the plates, decorate the tree

then settle down to watch TV

finally dry what a day we’ve had

strictly first, cannot be bad

half hour more, a nod and a snore

that is what hard days are for

or was it the week of settling down?

with a fixed on smile, a look of a clown

thunderous wind, a dream and awake

cold in the limbs, for goodness sake

Mother Loves

Born to be a star he did not have to go far

cherished as a baby, loved as a child

love given readily, everything desired 

mammothreptive existence crazy and wild

a dangerous teenager demands a just

everything gotten must be a must

what could not be had could be got

mumma wiped his nose covered in snot

theft is a must to survive on a crust

stealing a car hidden by the rust

drugs were the ticket to an ill gotten gain

made enough money to holiday in Spain

arrested at the airport not to visit again

to him it did not matter, if it’s all the same

caught in a mall, by the fountain in the hall

shoppers listening to the music played by the band

stealing an iPad from a delivering van

surrounded by police with gun in hand

the TV news said as he gunned people down

a wrong kind of star completely out of control

inexplicably sad became overthrown 

the police shot the boy who is now in a hole

mum wept hard she could do for him no more

never knowing the reason or what Kalma is for

Scary Wind

The winds are raging away, an angry storm

birds are cowering from the danger abreast 

trees are frightened of dangerous deathly snaps

fences are barely standing on concrete posts

Pets in hutches of destructive taps

there has been a few this year

not much sun then again not much cheer

maybe soon summer will bring some

along with it some fun and lots of beer

Don’t confuse a sentence

Don’t get caught

Out, for the night all

Night, is too short to

Sleep, in tomorrow 

Instead, go to the 

Circus, is full of 

Clowns, are deranged

Lunatics in the

Asylum of life

Long live America the 

Greatest was Mohammed 

Ali ran the lecture about

Elvis was the

King

L. 2 B E….vil

Evil is in the vein developed in the brain

It does not adorn the heart given to us 

or from the line with which we came

poisoning the blood 

from evil we have seen or gained 

 

If I can give… a moment

If I can write words to heal a heart

to help someone else’s pain depart

if I can offer joy to a little child

give them a lift to be happy & calm

not over anxiously wild

have fun in the days to come

a positive outlook of joyful fun

if I can die for others to live

then I can go quietly without worry

In a peaceful sleep

to have blessings in my soul to keep

Poem of Bart shape (kind of)

A Rut is similar to a Rat with a ‘U’ instead of an ‘A’

living off scrapings left behind

No improvement of any kind

a Hamster stuck on its wheel 

round in circles 🥶 on a pleasure thrill

fragility in blindness forgone the kindness

take away the heat, eat seed not meat

three blind mice, there is one with a cane

Tick, Tock, Tick, up the clock again

dreadful goes the thought

when the creature comes

You are once again caught

all that saving for nought

See the pattern

begins the face with a Bart 

looking for a start

you cannot see

for looking at

Time to Fly

Passing the most wonderful years of my life 

four years and four months to be precise

such a wonderful place to behold

troubled in mind, yet everything concise 

doing my best for Van, Gillian & Callum 

losing my heart on love not Valium 

Ryan my friend, Ryan my boss 

Colin’s friendship, he is a loss 

the wind brought change that did not suit 

Moving along without the boot 

if things did not change they stay the same 

all my friends not one to blame

time to go, make a change in life

not even a word to my lovely wife 

feeling sad and a little blue

Jade & Carolyn, Lisa too 

thinking of the young that grew and grew

forever more I’ll think of you.