Rain thrashed at the window, wailing to get in.
The wind goading it along with snarling howls.
The smooth glass took on a frosted look as the rain cascaded down its face.
Her bed, warm yet giving no comfort almost shook with each attack.
The old lead painted sash rattled, pleading to be left alone.
Each side of her the bedside lights meekly tried to hold the outside darkness at bay.
Their reflection in the window like two piercing eyes tugged at the hair on her neck.
She was tired yet she could not, would not sleep.
The wind howled, the window eyes blinked. She stiffened, they blinked again.
The tap came lightly, but she heard it still above the roar.
The tap of a claw on glass,
The eyes blinked.
The tap again.
Her mind saw a grinning mouth then her eyes saw it too.
The sash rattled but she was sure it was not the wind.
The eyes blinked.
The mouth smiled.
The sash lifted.
He was here.

I will hold you forever because when I let you go you will still be held in my heart.
I will feel your hand on my face forever for your touch will never leave me.
I will remember your words “I love you” forever as if it were that first time you told me.
The scent of you will stay with me forever, it’s on everything thing you wore.
I will hear your soft breathing forever for the summer breeze reminds me.
I will love you forever because I know nothing else.

Sometimes I get quite baffled, no really, I get confused
like what’s a magnetometer and for what would it be used?
But one thing really beats me, and I can’t quite understand
It’s you, the US people, who live in that great land.
You’re a democratic nation, you chose your President
But you once lost your senses and I don’t know where they went.
You voted in as PONTUS several years ago
A man who treated leading, like another TV show.
A joker and an idiot, a clown, a ****, a schlump
A man as vile as man can be, a man called Donald Trump.
A laughingstock he soon became, an embarrassment to most
"I’m better now than Lincoln," he began to boast.
But soon he started seeing his time was running out
No grace for him when leaving, no he would scream and shout.
The last he left his country wasn’t wishes of goodwill
Oh no for he encouraged an attack upon the hill.
And for all us mere mortals we can buy his trading cards
Dressed up in many costumes he’s gone the whole nine yards,  
Now I can’t say Republicans or Democrats are best
But please don’t vote a ***** as the leader of the West.

The kitchen cupboards empty, there nothing much to eat
But I spy a round of soft white bread and tin of luncheon meat.
A bit of sauce, a cup of tea now this will do just grand
So off I go to start my lunch, butter knife in hand.
The bread is soft the butter hard but still I get it spread
A little bit unevenly but I cover all the bread.
A tricky start I’ll give you, but I’ll take that little win
For now I face the challenge of the luncheon meats **** tin.
I break one nail before I can remove the ****** key
So the butter knife is utilised to prise the ****** free.
I thread the key like needle hole around the tins small tag
And start to turn but suddenly the key begins to snag
I turn with force and now the coil of metal starts to bend
It spirals off the little key long before the end.
So standing with half opened tin I can’t believe the strife
This little tin of luncheon meat is bringing to my life.
So I grab the nearby butter knife and insert it in the tin
And push and bend and wiggle it, the ******* will not win.
So here I am still hungry with a towel wrapped round my thumb
In Accident and Emergency my whole hand feeling numb.
I swear again as I’ve done before, I’ll never buy again
The tin of ****** luncheon meat that always brings me pain.

Who are we the soldiers, the airmen and Jack Tars.
We who keep on serving, neath blazing sun or stars.
We don't crave attention, we don't make a fuss.
Our service goes unnoticed , no one thinks of us.
We are someone's brother, mother, father, son.
A sister or a daughter to some their only one.
But we've another family, one we've grown to love as well
A family who stand with us when we are going through hell.
We've bonds that go unbroken even death can't take away
Friendship, trust, togetherness each and every day.
You hear the cries "for valour," or "for god and country" too
But what is oft forgotten is our service is for you.
So all we ask is simple, on a cold November day.
For our colleagues that  have left us please bow your head and pray.

Am I really different, am I really strange?
Am I anti-social, is this something I should change?
I like to sit alone at night, by the fire, imbibing wine,
Just me, the dogs, a cat or two, to me this is just fine.
I do not feel at all alone, I’ve friends and family too.
Who often join with me at nights, to drink? We have a few.
My wife god bless I love her, she’s the better part of me
She puts up with my moaning and knows when to let me be.
But sometimes when the diner done, and the dogs have had their walk
We sit beside the open fire, sometimes we even talk.
But then we turn the telly on and soon I'm all alone.
My choice of TV programmes really makes her moan.
I can't be doing reality, those posers melt my head.
So I sit here, and up she goes to watch Love Island in our bed.

I like to have a glass of wine as I sit down and compose
But sometimes it just slows me down and I begin to doz................................