The call for unnationalism

I feel pain, yet I do not know pain
How could I ?, I've never suffered
With a bullet lodged in my brain
Never been hungry enough
to drive a man insane
I've never had gold nuggets pulled out of my teeth, forever living in a country without peace
I've never really known pain
Although I hurt just the same
My pain is selfish compared to yours
I've never hid in a cupboard behind the draws
I'll try not to patronise
It's just I'm so surprised watching our young people resent their lives
They have so many wonderful things
Why are the Jewish race hated humans sent to Auswicht, just for being
Five million murdered with all eyes seeing
Many women had shaved heads,
Lots of people gassed until dead.
Children held onto their mums
Standing still with hungry tums.
Now when the world has everything
Too much to lose to let it happen again
So much to gain from our multi cultural friends
The call for nationalism will be a dangerous end
The message of love must be sent again and again and again

Bridie

Her blue eyes show joy in her face
Spreading humour all over the place
Soft and gentle but tough as can be
Got that from her Irish ancestry
She thinks about every person she knows
Leaves a memory everywhere that she goes
Helping people with her loving soul
I liked her So much from the word go
Jesus has reached his hand to send
away he takes our kind lovely friend
Bridie our loving thoughts are with you
And will be till the very end

Positively negative

I've always wondered how confident people are so magnetic
They walk in with a presence and charismatically get it
Friends surround them with affectionate tone
Their always important and never alone
What makes them so good at it ?
I'll never know
I just muddle through life accidentally digging a hole
Forever dieting while gaining pounds
Short and round with a hobbiton frown
confident people are tall and slim
Walk through a storm and come out smiling.
Calm and controlling, smile as they hurt, I even look strange in my KFC shirt
Bilbo Baggins looks completely sweet
In his smart striped suit with hair on his feet
It's strange how some always fit in
And others are as Golum
wearing a ring
Possessed by the mess they find themselves in while drowning they're sorrows with a bottle of gin.

Pleasure with death

He lie there in the darkened room
For him, life was over far too soon
The sun was shining through the bay
A flash of light shone where he lay
It said get up, get up, come and play
you will dance the night away
he passed away before his time
He could not dance, no mean or rhyme
His body broken to an end
The sickness bad, he could not mend do not mourn with anger so
seeing his person, placed in that hole
you will see him dancing soon
Joyful, at peace and with his soul
He was risen from the bed
The moment he was lie down dead
An angel came to lead him on
Take him away with a beautiful song
Those that love have welcomed him
To the wonderful place without a sin.
Think of the good that you remember
Be forever joyful in life, from January till December

Life is a shopping mall

When I walk through the high street
I don't know what I'll find
Looking for nothing
Of any particular kind
People, they pass me
Each and every day
No thought of acknowledgement
Just passing their way
Whichever place I choose
To have a browse
Like a strange kind of world
Within a different crowd
Taking a turn is a thoughtless decision
though it could change life
Into an inquisition.
Leading to confusion making mistakes
Buying the wrong things
Changing the stakes
Looking through the years
At the bridges once burned
Thinking hard at all the errors completely unlearned
no regrets? Well maybe a few
chosen another shop
Would have avoided the queue
Saved some money richer in life
Not much would be a waste
Far less of the strife
oh well tomorrow's a different day
Walk down the high street
And spend some of my pay

Contemptuous thoughts of a professional

A slice of the blade
cut into her soft young flesh
Two inches below her ample breast
How could his corrupt mind
think such a way
with a retractor opening
her small rib cage
I suppose he is a man
As a child, he hoped to do good
using whatever skills
That his kind should
inside her body
It feels such a pleasure
He spent so long making the measure
Inserting the tube designed for the job
Perfectly placed by a professional snob
Her life became greatly improved
Gave the girl vibrance,
extending her years, enabling her move
open heart surgery
changed lots of lives
From the birth of what's hope
Entered greatened times
Extending the young girls fragile life

A good boss

A man was brought before the judge
The judge asked "why has this man been brought before me" "because he stole bread from me your honour" replied the large suited man.
"Well, what have you to say for yourself peasant ? ".
A skinny man in rags stood to speak
" I am paid three guineas a week" your onour", "two guineas pay the rent, leaving one guinea for utility, little Albert and eferyfing else", " I was ungry sir".
The judge looked very sternly at the the skinny man and shouted out in his roughest voice. "take this man out and give him six lashings"
Then looked at the fat suited man and in an even rougher voice " take this man out and flog him six times", "why said the fat suited man ?"
The judge stole a stare at the fat suited man and replied "if this man is employed by you and you cannot afford to give him more than a meagre wage, then you should break your bread with him, so that he need not have had a reason to steal.

A Word

Hello Friends

This is just a short message to all that have read my poems ect.
I hope that I have not offended anyone, I am not anti American, Russian, Muslim, I am not against any good people with money either. I have always been a very sensitive person that cannot help but feel another's suffering. It pains me to know that so many people in the world are hungry or hurting either through war or famine and other atrocities, this is worsened by the greediness and selfishness of the worlds very richest people.
It also causes me distress when I read of such things like murder, rape and the hurt of the vulnerable such as children and the elderly.
Of course there's nothing I can do about it, so I write words.
I also condemn corrupt politics and people in positions of power that abuse that status, who use it against the vulnerable and weak.
Sometimes I believe that I am not meant to be in this cruel world, there's probably thousands of people who feel just like me.
The only advice I can give to them is to say. 'Be who you are, do not intentionally hurt anyone and have faith in god (whoever your god may be)
The cruel will not go unpunished and the vulnerable will eventually gain the full recognition of eternity with their maker.
Let Jesus be your strength and guide you through all the hardships of your life. Thank you for reading my words. I hope that you get some pleasure from them.
[John 3:16]

Dim the light

The Dim the light,forever free
Just dim the light, and let me be
Give it some time and then we'll see
Dim the light for an eternity

Go away, take your chirlish things
Leave well alone, see what life brings
Waste some time, it will all work out
Go and see what's around and about

Give yourself time to breathe a breath
Wrap yourself up you'll freeze a death
If you don't like, the things you see
Then leave them unfound, turn yourself round and come home to me

Dim the light, forever free
Just dim the light and let us be
We need some time, so we can see
Dim the light down for eternity

Moonlit Lake

I catch a glimpse of the moon
Shimmering across the almost still lake
Ripples ride the surface
of the Blackened water
spreading the light across it
As if it were my lord
spreading the good news
Far and wide from an alter

on and on the ripples unravel
Until they reach the trees
Hanging from the meadow
Resting to a sudden end
at the hardened gravel
No more will the blackened water travel.
But my lord can still be heard in the distance from the movement of the tiniest pebble

A good soul

Voice an opinion, it's easy to do
Just open your mouth
Let your thoughts out of you
If people don't listen
They've heard far too much
Or maybe they're scared
And way out of touch
Feelings of anger may hang about
So tell someone else,
so you can work it all out,
Pain in your body may come from hurt
Emotional scars that dig us in dirt,
giving and forgiveness
Are good for your soul
You may never find out
if you don't give it a go,
What good is in you
Will shine into all
Reflect like a mirror
and let them stand tall.

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.

Cup Cakes Ugh!

The world has gone crazy for cream on the top
Nasty little cup cakes, when is it gonna stop ?
Sponge on the bottom, hiding away
Beneath a fondeaux icing, Lime green today
Hundreds and thousands, silver balls and bells
Sweet and nasty things that taste like hell
Go to the bakers, buy some Buns
Soft bread pudding, gotta have some
My stomach grumbles loudly, says my throats been cut
Make sure you bring me back
a Jam filled doughnut

Music

Music is my sadness
Music is my joy
All kinds of music since I was a boy
It takes my heart,
moulds it into shape
Frees away the fever,
allows an escape
Music is so precious
the way it twists and turns
Rises up and down
And With my soul burns

I Dance when I'm happy
I Cry when I'm sad
Music takes all forms
The Good and the bad
A wonderful sound like never before
Emotionally caught by the poetic score
If you feel lonely
Down by the fools
Hurt by life, saddened by news
discouraged And forlorn
no sleep at night and tired at dawn
Then hear something magic by
Queen,Elvis or Berlioz
Hear the sound of angels
Lifting your spirit
Life is so good
When there's music in it.