I have a sign upon my gate to warn about my mutt
And put a spring upon it to ensure it’s always shut.
Now he’s a pretty big boy imposing I would say
But really all his barking means he just wants to play.
Sure I know all us dog owners utter the same cry
“He’s really very friendly,” and “he wouldn’t hurt a fly.”
But I understand the panic when he shoots out through the door
At the fella with my parcel from the online mega store.
I’ve made a place to leave it, a well-placed plastic bin
So they can stay outside the gate, there’s no need to come on in
And a sign beside the other that tells them where it’s at
But this fella with my parcel has the eyesight of a bat.
The postman knows the set-up Yodel know the score
DHL and FedEx, don’t approach the door
But Amazon I wonder, can their driver really read
For they’re the only people who seem to take no heed.
So when my boy starts barking and it’s going on and on
I know I’ve had a parcel left from ****** Amazon.

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.

You bask in the warmth of sickening riches, and it sickens me.
Oh I have no angst against wealth when earned honestly,
honourably and with toil, endeavour, and skill.
But wealth and fortune amassed and enjoyed in that warmth whilst others wilt, no.
Is not wealth at all.
The old, sick, unfortunate, and honest, shiver, starve and die when you could act.
Your fortunes earned when all around you, those that built your country,
that taught your children or cared for your family slowly succumb to the cold.
You, corporate killers and all the rest, enjoy that warmth for it is a sad warmth.

I’m wide awake, it’s four am I’ve been like this since two
Staring at the ceiling not knowing what to do.
I cannot read, I’d need a light, and I can’t take the chance
Of waking sleeping beauty and to get that evil glance.
The telly’s not an option, that’s worse than trying to read
So up I get and go downstairs, the bedroom I’ll concede.
I drop upon the sofa the remote grasped in my hand
Find an old war movie, that will do just grand.
But before the intros over my eyes begin to close
I’m now so tired, my eyes they sting and I begin to dose.
I need to make my mind up, stay here or go to bed?
This is my dilemma, what’s going through my head.
Can’t sleep here, I tell myself, as my eyes begin to ache
So now I'm here back in my bed, and once more, wide awake.

Mediterranean flowers perfumed the air.
The morning sun rising showed little care,
for the dew on the grass that it ushered away.
Another bliss morning for another bliss day.
The sound of the sea gently kissing the shore.
I love where I came from, but I needed this more.
High wispy clouds said hello to the sun,
then melted away until there were none.
Gold coloured sand ran down to the sea,
and played with the ripples, tumbling free.
A lone little dog with no hesitation,
went bounding on in through the wave’s susurration.
I sat on the wall, I could sit here for life.
Away from the stresses devoid of all strife.
But soon I must leave and return to the grind.
With a tear in my eye I’ll leave all this behind.

I could want you, love you, desire you.
I could give up everything for you.
Yet it would be I who was gaining so much more.
I could need you as the sun needs the morning.
I could need your touch and die for your kiss.
All this I could do.
If only you knew I existed

I saw her this evening as I made my way home
Stood back from the lamp light, stunning, alone.
Her beauty enthralled me, compelled me to pause
Compelled me to smile as such loveliness does.
As if to entice me she shifted her pose
Tilter her head and gazed over her nose.
Her eyes where alluring they took me all in
To tell you her beauty I couldn’t begin.
She knew that I saw her, oh she was aware
But she stood there a goddess without a care.
As if she now knew she had me bewitched
She gave a wide yawn and both her ears twitched.
With neither a sound or hint of goodbye
The ***** slipped off in the blink of an eye.

​I want to set the record straight, to put this thing to bed.
This thing of saying soccer, just remove it from your head.
The sport is known as football to all that love the game.
So please don’t call it soccer, or any other name.
And whilst we’re on this subject, those boots upon your feet.
Have studs stuck on the bottom, what’s this nonsense about cleats?
When no one wins it’s called a draw, it’s not a tie you know.
When no one scores we call it nil, so please don’t say zero.
We play the game upon a pitch, cows graze in a field.
So in some words you understand, please stop, please quit, please yield!

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.

I watched you from our old park bench, eclipsing the swans grace.
They dipped their heads to the water as if bowing to your beauty.
The evening sunlight chased you as you laughed, dancing on the grass.
The source of all life also wanting to be with you, to touch lightly on your skin.
You turned and smiled with every part of your body, and I grew to love you that little bit more.
I rested my hand on the book you had been reading, a book I could not bring myself to read in all these years.
I heard your voice again as it glided over the rippling water.
Then, it was gone and  the sun retreated, the swans drifted away.
Again alone, I lifted your book and let a tear fall before saying goodbye.
I will see you again someday, someday

I’m a German Shepherd, I come in different forms.
Sable, Black, and Black and Tan are what most would call the norms.
My hair is long or could be short or even plush as well.
But one thing is for certain, I’m the shedding dog from hell.
Now I am known as loyal, brave, and sharp of mind.
I guard, I search and track you, and guide you if you’re blind.
I warn when there is danger if there’s strangers at the door
But in truth I’d rather fool around and goof upon the floor.
I am strong willed, I like routine, but I crave a loving hand
I’ll do what I think must be done, I need lines drawn in the sand.
I need a loving leader who will lead and take control.
For if they’re not I’ll step up and I will take that role.
Show that you have confidence and I’ll stay easy by your side.
But if you don’t, I can become, Satan or his bride.
These things can scare off people who don’t understand my breed.
But treat me right and train me well, then I’m every dog you’ll need.
I am a German Shepherd, I just want you to love me.
Do just this and you will have the best dog there can be.

Glance at me and you may see weakness.
Look closely and you will see my strength.
Pass me quickly and you might think I’m aloof.
Stop and see I’m deep in thought.
Hear me speak softly and think I’m quiet.
Dance with me and find I’m wild.
Give me no time and then assume I’m cold.
Then sit with me a while and see my warm heart.
Judge me not with fleeting time.
Give me time and I will show you I am all.

Mankind really baffles me, and I’ve never understood.
How some can be so hateful yet others be so good.
DNA I hear you say, it’s all down to the genes.
But surely nurture matters or the lack of it, it seems.
At what age does it manifest, they way we’re going to be.
The good or bad that’s in us, when do we start to see.
Children can be cruel but they have yet to learn.
Do we ignore the warnings, no reason for concern?
Is how we are a lottery, just a toss of a god’s big dice.
One to three your nasty, four to six your nice?
But surely it’s not black and white we’ve all got both inside.
It’s just to me the good in some is what they choose to hide.
I wish I had the answer, but I know I’m very sure.
In this world where evils winning we need to find a cure.

The sun's hot rays nibbled lovingly at my face like an excited puppy.
It’s warming glow shrinking the coldness within me.
“Relax!” I urged my whirling mind, “let it go.”
Her words refused to obey, banished for a second
before charging back into my thoughts like that excited,
untrained puppy refusing to ”Stay!”  
I watched the birds swooping and diving in the azure sky,
but I did not take them in.
I only saw her face, that face, as she said those words.
The words tore through me, the puppy now snapping like a wolf.
Those words, all I could hear, those words.
"Stop leaving the ****** tea bags in the sink!"

Shots sound children die
Mothers grieve and fathers cry
I can hear hope sigh

Don't chase happiness.
Stop, and let it, find you.

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.

My keyboard must be faulty it hasn’t typed a thing
Perhaps I should report it maybe give IT a ring.
My pen is not much better it too is on the blink
It only works for doodling, could it be the ink?
My phones not taking calls now but every time I look
The handsets always managed to fall off the flaming hook.
I tried to use my mobile but the battery has gone flat.
The chargers come unplugged again, I must look into that.
My laptops can’t do zoom calls as I’ve left it in the car.
I could go out and get it but my driveway is too far.
Last night my boss informed me he may have to let me go
Something about my output being really slow.
I think he may be looking me but I don’t give a toss.
For I’m full of self importance so it will be his loss.

Please don’t feel the need to shoot me, don’t just turn and walk away
I know some will berate me for what I’m going to say.
But have we become jelly, thin skinned, some call it woke
It’s got now that it’s ******* hard to even tell a joke.
“You can’t say that!” they tell me, “Oh no you will offend!”
That man-like blue haired Karen sitting at the end
Of the table full of women sat sipping on their gin
“Oh, is that so?” I tell them “Now where do I begin!”
Sure, an English and a Scotsman can’t walk into a bar
With a mate who is an Irishman, so they leave him in the car.
Now the joke just isn’t funny if Paddy isn’t dim
So go on get our mucker, go and bring him in.
And on that fact, I’ll tell you that the Irish do not care
For even back in Ireland the ****** lives in Clare.
The Scot he can’t be frugal or as we once knew “******* tight!”
We can’t say that Welshmen love to sleep with **** sheep at night.
We can’t use words like *******, arses, holes or ****
Hell I’m not allowed to even say the wifes mother is a bat.
God forbid don’t mention the colour of ones skin
And should I now feel guilty saying “God” is that a sin?
If you know it wasn’t mean to hurt or offend, then let it go
Especially if you paid to see the comedians ******* show.
Oh, **** I swore, agghh I said ****, I’m in the bad books now
And I’ll tell you, I blame that Karen, she’s a ******* cow

To me life is a river that each one of us must cross
From sleepy little eddies to a mass of heaving froth.
At times it may be beautiful, a gentle flowing stream
When times are good, and all is well it’s everything you dream.
The day is warm, the waters cool sent swirling through your toes
So quietly does it trickle past then its journey onward goes.
Not bringing any burdens only happy joyful times
When birds all sing and in the sky the golden sun still shines.
But at times it is a torrent, a raging flowing surge
Not helped by mixing waters when other’s rivers merge
When others bring you troubles, put problems in your way
You feel the water rising, your hopes being washed away.
No bridge to cross for many, too simple that would be
Some stepping-stones are all there are, they’re all that you can see.
So take a step upon those stones, some slimy wet and green
Waiting to upend you into hazards yet unseen.
Be sure your foot is planted, and the stone secure below
Take the hand of someone who’s love you trust and know.
Use your strength together to beat the rivers’ rath
Lean on one another and take the safest path.
Cross the flowing water whether it be calm or rough
When times are good and easy or when the goings tough.
And when the sun of life has set, and we reach that far of shore
Where all our pains and worries will trouble us no more
Look back across the river and the path your life had set.
And know that you were lucky as you did not get too wet.

I cannot hear the silence nor the deafening gales of war.
I cannot hear soft crying, or the shelling’s wailing roar.
I cannot see the dying, or the warriors strewn around.
Their uniforms and memories cast across the bloodied ground.
I cannot smell the wretchedness of dead and dying men.
Or sense the sickly smell of fear when “going over”, once again.
I cannot feel the coldness nor the damp beneath my feet.
Nor taste the bitter taste of blood in the summer's clawing heat.
My senses cannot tell me what those many men went through.
To grant the gift of freedom and peace to me and you.
Their senses fuelled their nightmares, and woken hours as well.
The first days full of eagerness, turning soon to hell.
Fathers, sons, and brothers left loved ones far away.
With cheery words and singing as they left and marched away.
No whistling now or cheering from those mouths that cannot sing.
Their kin back home familiar now with tears that eyes do sting.
Now it takes so very little to give thanks for such a lot.
For the only thing they asked us was, that we forget them not.

Live each minute better than the minute before.
Love stronger today than you did yesterday.
Aim higher for tomorrow than where you reached today.
Forgive yourself for the mistakes you think only you make.
Be Kind.
But above all, love yourself deeply.

The worlds a mess I tell ya, It’s going down the drain.
Everything is crazy, everyone’s insane.
Women told their bodies aren’t theirs to make a choice.
And messed up politicians who won’t listen to our voice.
The planets close to dying there’s plastic in the seas.
Cruelty and hatred brings me to my knees.
Fools with guns and hate crimes, walking hand in hand.
Decent folk are petrified all across the land.
Now I don’t have the answers, I’ve only got my prayer.
That there are many more of us, those of us who care.

Tell me how your day went, did it go just as you planned?
Did you get your filing sorted, is everything at hand?
Did you get your cup of coffee as you chatted to your staff,
Did the new guy on reception ***** up and make you laugh?
Me? Oh mine was busy, I watched a young boy die.
I worked so hard to save him, oh God really, I did try.
A disbelieving mother could not fathom what I said.
How hard it is to tell her that her loving son was dead.
Did you miss your boss’s deadline, is your laptop on the fritz
Is that guy from sales department getting on your ****?
Sometimes I’d gladly swap you, your chores for just a day
So I don’t see the things I see or the things I have to say.
I’m just your average copper, doing everything I can.
To help make sure you stay safe, and your days goes to your plan.
Me? I’m just expected to get on with what I do,
To be just fine when I knock off and put away the blue.
Tell me how your day went, did everything go fine?
Please give a thought to all of us as we walk that thin blue line.

Would it be odd if the odd ode was neat.
Can a ode skip along with a regular beat?
Old odes I’ve found were odd to my ear
A style which to me was never quite clear.
If I wrote an old ode, lets say about God
If I made it rhyme would that be odd?
For an ode to be good should it not rhyme
Or am I not towing the poetry line?
It’s all odd to me this poetry code
And I can’t be having this odious ode.

I pinned your picture to the back of my door and threw hearts at it.

​You’re a ****, you know you are.
You the **** in your tricked out car.
You're the **** in your SUV.
The ******* **** in your MGB.
You at the wheel of your Scania truck.
A *******, boy, you don’t give a ****.
I see you texting as you speed along.
Checking your social or choosing a song.
I’ve a friend who’s now left alone.
By one like you and your ******* phone.
One day you’ll **** or ruin a life.
As someone did his lovely wife.
I pray that day will never come.
So just stop now, don't be so dumb.

I don’t often comment on other peoples toes

But I feel I have to mention when ones growing on a nose.

Our neighbour face is fairly plain, not much to talk about

Other than the pinky growing on his snout.

I noticed it some days ago when I thought it just a pimple

But it soon was clear it wasn’t going to be something that simple.

Yesterday I noticed, and in truth I couldn’t fail

To see that there were now some hairs and the beginning of a nail.

I thought today he’d cover it but it’s dangling on his lip

He’s even had a pedicure, a trim and a French tip.

In truth I do admire him for he hasn’t shied away

but when I stop to talk to him I just cannot say.

I cannot speak about it, how would I bring it up?

“Excuse me Tom when you’re drinking tea does your toe dip in the cup?”

So, I bow my head, so I don’t stare or get a glimpse of it

But I can only giggle as I think of his digit.

So, I ask him how he’s coping with all the hurtful calls

“Sure this is ****** nothing, I’ve a foot growing on my *****.”

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.

I can’t say when it started for it crept up really slow
Waking at four thirty with the need to have to go
Walking to the bathroom in the middle of the night
Needing to relieve myself, a *** and not a *****.
I’d stand there waiting tiredly for the stream to start to flow
And when it did, I stood and cursed cause it came out so slow.
A trickle took forever, and then it didn’t want to stop
It carried on till it became a drip, a drip, a drop.
I gave a shake, and flushed the bowl, washed hands, retired to bed
I’d sleep, and then I’d wake again, my eyes bloodshot and red.
It was only thirty minutes since I last stood at the ***
But I just had to rise again and stand at that same spot.
Again I’d wait for what seemed hours before I’d start to ****
And wait until that dribble stopped, I can’t go on like this.
At night I’d do this ritual, in the day it filled my head
I’d think was this the dreaded C the curse that all men dread.
So with some trepidation I set off to see the Doc
My **** scrubbed clean and smelling fresh, cologne sprayed on me ****.
For I knew he'd need to see the place no one had ever been
But I wasn’t sure if my wee man needed to be seen.
Just bloods today he told me, no poking, that was good
But he’d have to probe next visit, and there’s no need to see my wood.
A week it passed I got the call to visit him again
My bloods were fine and that was good the poking could begin.
He told me his opinion was my prostate had grown with age
But he’d need to feel it for himself so he would now "engage!"
I loosened off my trousers, on his table I reclined
Thinking thoughts of football, to occupy my mind.
Upon my side I turned away and pulled up my two knees
I wished for Anaesthetic or a jab my **** to freeze.
But in truth I didn’t need it, now I wouldn’t say its fun
But it took only seconds before the test was done.
He said the check had just confirmed what my blood test had just said
I could now remove the thought of cancer from my head.
Those days and nights where worry scurried round my brain
Thinking was it my turn, it was driving me insane.
So guys just get a check-up, you owe it to yourself
To keep a check upon the state of your own prostate’s health.

Your love was my armour,
Your kindness my sword.
Your heart was my compass,
Your smile I adored.
Though the battle fatigued me,
Your grace kept me alive.
Knowing you need me,
helped me survive.
Once broken near beaten,
I often would cry.
But you pieced me together.
You lifted me high.
I stand here a Soldier,
Who you have made whole.
To love you forever,
That is my goal.

She fell, that awkward fall of a child, knees grazed, and palms skinned.
Her mother oblivious, her gaze locked to the siren in her hand.
The child’s lips trembled but the cry was still forming in her head.
Seconds passed like minutes, do I go, lift, and soothe the forgotten infant?
Or do I walk on by and stay safe from accusing and wondering minds?
It’s only a fall, she will be fine, if it were serious I would indeed help.
Would I?
A braver woman than I rushed to help, perhaps better protected by her female form.
The wail exploded and “mother” snapped from her spell and rushed forth.
I watched on, saddened that here I am, a father, grandfather, and human,
worrying what others will think was my motive to help.
Sad times.

You’ve been his friend throughout his life, since when you brought him home
You’re the one he turned to, you’re all he’s ever known.
You understood his crying when you’re house was strange to him
Those first few nights of whinging when he was settling in.
You were who he ran to when you came home every day
You his friend his master, the one with whom he’d play.
You were his life, all he could see, you were his only friend
So why can you just leave him when it’s coming to his end?
Oh yes it’s hard to watch it, it hurts so much I know
But he knows something is happening, he knows it’s time to go.
There’s strangers all around him, he wants you to be near
To help him take his last few breaths, to help him through his fear.
He needs you more at this sad time, more than he’s ever done before
So hold him, show you love him as he passes through the door.

Daemons come in all forms, in every shape and kind
But the worst are the self-doubt ones, that lurk inside your mind.
You may be strong you may be fit, young, and beautiful
But when that self-doubt daemon calls, it makes you feel a fool.
For you start to doubt your value, or just how important that you are
To those that love and need you, those who see your star.
It’s easy for the many who live confident each day
That don’t have ****** daemons that chips your fire away.
That daemon may be memories or fears that may not come.
But when he starts awakening that’s when you become numb.
But know that there are others who need you, love you so
Take their strength and loving, tell that ****** where to go.
Tell him he’s not taking you, way back into that cell
The him you're now stronger and he can go to hell.
Talk, just talk to someone, even one you may not know
And let that star inside you once again begin to grow.

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.

Did I see the real you, not this imposter that I thought I knew?
Like a movie image that flashed and disappeared, showing the horror awaiting.
I saw your pain, your fear, your sorrow, your soul.
I saw the tears through laughing eyes.
I heard your scream above your laughter.
I felt you stiffen when loving arms embraced you.
Your confidence gone, fear filled your frame.
I saw it.
Briefly.
But it was there.
For now I know you wear a mask.
And I will watch over you.
I am here.
Your friend.
Your partner.
For you.
Always.

You’ve brought your puppy home at last, so let the fun begin
A lovely little collar and lead you bought for him.
A cosy bed with blanket, a little dish for food
To make him feel at home here, you’ve done everything you could.
For all this I do laud you, and wish you all the joys
But let me give you some advice when purchasing his toys.
Don’t buy him soft filled donkey’s or rabbits filled with foam
For you’ll find out the innards will be strewn around your home.
Don't bring him home those bouncy *****, the ones that bounce so high
The damage they can bring about will surely make you cry.
But worst of all, now please hear this, the one you must resist
The ones that have me going bald that make me clench my fist.
The ones he doesn’t play with until you want to watch TV
Are those ****** rubber squeaky things, they’ll be the death of me.
He’ll bring out all the others and he’ll want to start and play
But you can just ignore this, for he’s not in your way.
But then he’ll get the big guns and bring out noisy Ted
He’ll chew down hard and bite until that squeak goes through your head.
Now once he’s figured out that Ted can send you up the walls
He leave off all of the others, the softies, and the *****.
He’ll have you now he’s bettered you, he’s now the dog on top
So heed this little warning, leave that squeaker in the shop.

The coal black sky creeps slowly closer, the azure blue fleeing in its path.
Dark clouds, ominous almost overbearing, preparing their wrath.
I feel the sun on my face, defying the approaching storm.
I know when the rains come they will be warm.
Billowing clouds heavy with rain eat up the sky and soon all that was blue is surpassed.
The sun defeated, leaves taking with it all its shadows.
One by one the first spots fall, testing out the ground as if they were the storms spearheading ants.
Their message got back and with thunderous noise the colony arrives en masse.
Soon the torrents overpowers the sun-baked hardened ground.
Black as night and full of noise, like gods demanding attention, I fear they could touch me.
Oh quickly pass, this murderous rain, I crave the suns intervention.

The rain gave the matt green leaves a glossy look as if dipped in natures varnish. The green dazzling in my mind, even after so many years.
The sound of the rain unmistakable as it roared it’s delight in the early evening air.
Not another sound could be heard above the noise of rain drops as they ended their decent.
And then I saw you, you stood, soaked below the tree.
Steam rose from the road that passed between us like wisps of smoke from a dampened fire.
The road warmed by scorching summer sun that had been cast away by the sudden storm.
I did not know you, but in a heart beat I loved you.
I watched, enchanted, bewitched with your smile as you laughed at the storm.
I had to talk to you, be in your presence the torrent no deterrent.
Indeed I wished it would rain forever just to keep you there.
Then my world fell apart as you gestured to the sky, laughed then raced to the car that pulled up alongside you.
You were gone.
Many years have passed, I have moved far away but I had cause to return.
The tree still there, cast a spell that stopped my steps but ignited my mind.
I saw you again, laughing, still wet with that summer rain.
I was young once more, for a moment I fell in love again.
You, a stranger I never met, you stay warm in my memory.

He raised his rifle slowly, took aim and slowed his breath
He squeezed his trigger finger, releasing needless death.
Not far away some beauty died a sad unneeded end
The killer cheered and slapped the back of another killer friend.
Their trophy lay unmoving, eyes still open wide
No longer would he proudly run amongst his dwindling pride.
A photo took, oh look at me, I am the mighty man
Who shot and killed our future, just because I can.
No food was he providing for his children or a wife
No he just found it thrilling to take another’s life.
I’m not a violent person, never committed any crime
But I would hunt the hunter and gladly do my time.

Did you post the mail I gave you? Asked the one I must obey.
Sure I posted it when at the shop, getting dog food yesterday.
You bought the dog food Tuesday, it’s now Friday afternoon.
Came the dig from Mrs perfect who was perched in our back room.
It couldn’t be, sure I watched the match, last night on the TV.
The mid-week game, on Wednesday, I sat on this settee.
Last night was flaming Thursday came the rant from down the hall.
I sat there dumb, my head a swirl, just staring at the wall.
The cloakroom door, her footsteps, her mutters getting loud.
Appearing in the doorway with my coat held like a shroud.
Her face was stern her shaking head I knew this was not good.
I smiled at her and tried a joke, maybe I could change her mood.
But I knew the night was ruined and any fun, well that was banned.
Cause she held that ****** letter grasped tightly in her hand.

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.

Come, I bid you listen, heed my words for I am truth
I’ve the wisdom of the old not the fickleness of youth.
Doubt me at your peril disbelief will be your cross
Ignore me when I whisper, oh that will be your loss.
Oh yes, I know you hear me I can see it in your eyes
I revel when you come to know I’m not telling lies.
Sure at times I might be twisted to suit a certain cause
But I am truth, and truth be told, that’s all I ever was.
So sit and learn some lessons that I will give for free
For I am truth, I cannot lie, I am HISTORY.

When Santa got stuck up the chimney it caused such a scene
Chaos broke out everywhere, the worst I’ve ever seen.
People standing watching while others did their jobs
Upsetting our new neighbours which was fine for they are snobs.
Snow was falling thickly the temperature had dropped
A blizzard started earlier and it just hadn’t stopped.
Someone heard his cries for help so they called nine one one
They thought the caller joking, thought he was having fun.
Six firemen and their tender were the first ones to arrive
Hoping when they got there that Santa was alive.
They extended up their ladder till it reached the chimney stack
But they couldn’t see poor Santa their view blocked by a sack.
Next arrived the policemen to cordon off the square
To hold back all the nosey folk who came from everywhere.
A keeper from the local zoo was the next guy to appear
Summoned by authorities to look after nine reindeer.
They’d munched upon our borders and chewed our Christmas wreath
There wasn’t really anything safe from all those teeth.
TV crews then battled to get a better view
Behind the lights of police cars flashing red and blue.
Police held back bystanders letting builders and their tools
Make their way to our house past the hoards of shivering fools.
Scaffolding erected they began to deconstruct
The brickwork where it was thought Santa had got stuck.
There’s hotdog stalls and burger vans, ice cream stands there as well
Our street is fast becoming a scene straight out of hell.
Two tired paramedics at the end of a long day
Yawned and asked each other was this really worth their pay,
To sit here for a fat man who really should know more
Than to try to use a chimney when theres always been a door.
Our chimneys near demolished and still he’s not been found
The brickworks gone, the builders are almost at the ground.
And now there someone at the door with a briefcase and a scowl
The underwriters lackey making sure there’s nothing foul.
He sat upon our sofa, glasses hanging from his ears
he said he’d never known the likes in all his working years.
Then there was a rumble, a crash, a cloud of soot
A sack appeared, a tattered suit, a belt and one right boot.
And when the dust had settled and we could see around
Although his clothes where on the floor Santa wasn’t found.
So now then I will tell you what the underwriter said
As he wiped with a hanky the sweat off his forehead.
“Santa did a runner as he was not insured,”
The reindeer too, they were gone from where they had been moored.
So now I’m out a fortune having all these repairs done
And did Santa leave a present, not a single ****** one.

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................................

Do you feel my weight against your knee?
Do you know I’m here though you cannot see?
Do you see me lie upon the floor,
As I always did beside the door?
Do you smell my scent upon the breeze?
Do you hear me run through the autumn leaves?
Do know that I'm beside you now?
For I’ll sit with you if you allow.
They think I'm gone but I stay with you.
That loyal friend you always knew.
Please love another as you loved me
But know that you are here with me.