The Village

Standing in openness at Woodmancote

all alone without hope

a feeling of love in my heart

acceptance of a brand new start

I had never seen the stars..not really 

until now, away from the city 

looking at the night sky

airplanes passing quickly by

seems so near yet are so high

blackening can not hide the twinkles

that shine brighter than any light

dizzy as though drunk 

giving all of myself 

without any fight 

The Night of Dance

Remember we used to dance

as if it were our last chance

it was our last chance

so we used to dance

On into the night 

exhausted with the delight

the delight was too much

the night was as such

Passion filled the desire

the drugs set us on fire 

desire drugged passion then we slept

the fire caused the boom so we wept

One of us had to go on to tell

to go on to tell one of us fell

slide down the roof someone may grieve

grieve your loss I had to breathe

A story of you and your beautiful love

the beautiful love of your story above

remember our dance way into the night

the night of love we danced so right

Useless items of memory

Push a button on a remote while sitting plush

Look at the grand old tree rotting into mush

Door with a hinge, a swing of the bracket

Ancient camera you once begged to click it

The decorative candle became a sag

Stepping outside for a long drawn fag

Photographs on the hard drive lost forever

Remembering the moment of being together 

An old Apple watch with the battery long dead

Falling off the shed a metal plate in the head

Ford Anglia where you embraced and kissed

shelving you made a tender hand missed

The old rusty plough with a rusty wheel around

Losing the loneliness with melodious sound

D…..

The message I have today is not to try

the lesson I learned today is let it go by

the moment of joy cost me dear

destroyed all hope and highlighted fear

trying hard to please brought me to my knees

a moment of care as cold as a freeze

should have stayed in bed 

stop the ruptured sound in my head

then taken a long walk in the trees

while listening to the birds and the bees

Joining the crowd of zombie warriors

or the white van man couriers

should have put a bag on my head

because I felt distressed and completely…….

End of the World is Near!!

Waste is everywhere here and antartic

plastic reaches wildlife in deep lost spaces

chicks of albatross in depths of the artic

fragments of plastic in minuscule size

reach most solitude places of ice

energy we produce destroy the reefs

shells of creature seize to exist

carbon dioxide from energy source

dissolve what nature has got of course

us with greed not a care in what we do

destroy the seas of natures source

fossil fuels kill the fish we catch

we will not learn until we meet our match

greed will feed the death of our catch

SAVE THE PLANET NOW, STOP THE GREED!

Light in the Dark

Emancipation of a devoured heart

chance of freedom, a new start

it just died, twas’ a pitiful romance

yet, a chance to stand, get up and dance

a mourning expected, thy loss is great

yet no great fear, its not too late

Just tidy the garden, then open thy gate. 

Proud of Colour

The day I got a crow bar in my face

Is the day I felt a real disgrace

looking straight at fifteen Skinheads

standing in my drape coat red

Aldgate East Station the chosen sight

surrounded by foe and ready to fight

shouting “come on you scum”

full of mouth, ready for fun

turned to friends behind but there were none

they all ran off and left me as one

running at the thugs, what a mug

tooled up ‘meathead’ done his job

whacked me hard the sluggish slob

broken jaw for a loud mouthed yob