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.