Vikings

A Viking with an axe cutting through skin

killing for gold, even one’s own kin

invading lands in shallow low boats

sails of red and white from the blood of goats

strength in their core, vicious in war

excited by death from blood and gore

one may be asked ‘what did you come here for ?’

he answers -

- “to plough your fields and take some more”.

Swim an ocean

A wonderful human with so much to give

friendly face finds a reason to live

helpful and kind to the very core

inspirational gift, what others go there for

if they were half of what she is today

they’d sleep through winter 

then wake up in may

Dream

I dream of a Tesla; diamonds and pearls

holding of love with clothing furled

to be a king with the power to kill

or choose to live without the thrill

I dream of a day when slaves are free

live in a hut cut from a tree

thousands in a hive as little bees

not a worry so long as we are free

don’t be afraid of the knock at your door 

open it up to give them what for

don’t get up to be a bore

Jump out of bed, shout out …….. I’m fucked! 

to the Core! 

Deep in Passion

Thy heart festers for her to be my bride

A testimony of thou sour lives in one

We devour everything that ist’ good

Rain doth not wash away the stench

There is beauty in the tears of love

Wicked are the ways to steal a mind

Crying tears from a bleeding heart

Gathering imagination in a crystal vase

Beautifully capturing all in a maze - meant

Keeping the love that has not been sent

A soft prayer to answer secret dreams

Let us entwine in a passionate embrace

surely we need not open anymore wine

Can we not lay together to feast? one more time.

The Discovery

The need to forgive the child in me, cast

trouble and blame, the reason I was last

my struggle with Kak-handed ways

non-ability to learn and play; in a band

feckless or thick, people would say

unable to join in a team to play

thought; no one wanted me in, every day 

low in esteem, useless though keen

never realising what could have been

having inner intellect 

openly stupid; what others saw

under a cloud of dark misty swirls of war

no one likes a boy; quiet and meak 

softly gentle, who appears very weak

yet, an internal strength, that could not speak

wishing to be dead for so many years

a thousand hurts with too many tears

yet, many reasons to happily cheer

children for one, grandchildren too

a wish to unravel a mind to chew

concoction of worries in a blended stew

it’s a little too late, discovery is found

a confident twit, whose mind is not sound

have to keep going with feet on the ground

cannot promise much but to be around

until a cure comes late, yet somehow found 

Peace; for a moment!

I saw the flowers, the wonderous fields

I saw the rabbits enjoying their meals

there sat an owl in a high up branch 

so serene while I ate my lunch

Twas’ ten minutes of an unexpected day 

peace and quiet in a the countryside way

I lay on the grass, no reason or rhyme why

a touch of amazement as I followed the sky

I hadn’t  known peace like that ten minutes before

listening to twittering of the sparrows guffaw 

a warm sun shone, down on my soul

I wished the ground would open and swallow me whole

To be eternal in this scene of tranquillity 

somehow advanced myself in one’s ability

walk away now, then all has gone

yet, the memory of that moment lingers on.

Echoes

Moving forward intricately into the future 

Tho’ a cut in history cannot be repaired; with a suture

venture there, where the slice lay deep

a bleeding wound is a secret at keep

Once bitten, twice shy, the third time is death not died

gasping for air, sorrowfully Weak

a pathetic man that could not speak

Internally screaming for help; spiritedly bleak

Echoes of the past repeat, repeat, repeat.

Could I fly away

I awoken with a free day to see

relaxed, then ate breakfast; was required by me

buttered grilled Kippers, crusty bread on the side

sat to think of pretty words that almost rhymed 

I could not feel the peculiar changing of the tone

the frightened thought of me there, sitting all alone

in that moment life began to change, forever

I thought we would spend our life being together

I drove to the beachy head, climbed on the rocks

the moment arrived for me to, fly like a kite

arms spread out wide, upward push into the night 

it was then that I felt the fright, that I just, might

crash landing face down as my body hit the ground 

a bloody nose and an anxious frown

the realisation that after a ten foot dive -

- I would still be around.

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 that, 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 trust

why not share one, mothers love

defining god, release thy truss

I prayed endlessly (with Love)

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.

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