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962 · Nov 2016
Moon rise over Seacombe
Micheal Wolf Nov 2016
Moon rise over Secombe
Where's the supermoon?
No bigger than ****** normal
In a ***** orange gloom

The biggest moon for years!
They said all over the news
And hidden in the clouds up there
like a torch with a failing bulb.

It's supposed to be romantic
For lovers to bathe beneath
Get naked and romantic!
Not here you'll ****** freeze

All the scousers watching
Looking for a glimpse
"My ****" said a voice in the crowd
Let's get a fecking drink.
955 · Feb 2013
In Darkness
Micheal Wolf Feb 2013
In darkness we hear what is not there
As children we imagine creatures under the bed
In darkness we fear the worst is so close
They hide in the wardrobe or outside the door
In darkness they creep and they sneak and they plot
Waiting to pounce when your eyes close for sure
In darkness theres see stars if we squidge our eyes tight
Millions and millions of tiny bright lights
In darkness we lie with a lover in bed
Or crunch up a pillow and squeeze that instead
In darkness a poor candidate stands
Only wanting light to see whats around
In darkness a soldier he waits for the dawn
He prays to his god he can soon go home
In darkness our fears control all our thoughts
In light most of them are not there at all
In darkness ill slip from this place we call life
I hope after darkness there is only light
946 · Feb 2013
Also in the news
Micheal Wolf Feb 2013
The Pope has gone
A walker dies
His mates rescued by helicopter
75k to be old aged
Iran is brewing
Syria's a mess
Every day more get killed
Rush and China annoy Japan
And the water bills gone up again!
The football world is always there
Overpaid and seems unfair
Then top it all the weather man
Depress me, more with snow again
So I sit drink my Earl Grey
Watch it unfold every day
Sad to say how much we see
Of death or war on TV
Off to my bed to try turn off
And dream of a better world tomorrow
939 · Nov 2013
Thoughts
Micheal Wolf Nov 2013
Choose your thoughts carefully I once heard said
How do you choose what comes into your head?
It isn't like picking a card from the deck
With 51 gone and you with one left
For thoughts are seeded and grow into frame
They sometimes die or fade away
Yet some are so strong I think you'll agree
They forge the soul in a human being
For thoughts become words
Thoughts become deeds
They become choices
Your reality
So a daydream could be the start of a wish
Or a fanciful dalliance only you see
So close your eyes tight and open your mind
For your thoughts could be for all mankind
939 · Mar 2013
Eienstien, a word if i may
Micheal Wolf Mar 2013
Einstein so your theorem says
TIme travel simple won't work
For if you travelled back and killed your dad
He can't meet mum and *** be had
The moment you struck you'd disappear
Or never exist at all it seems
Your peers say you can't meet yourself
As if you touch you interfere
Once again I think your wrong
As the body degenerates and its cells replace
In twenty five years the bones as well
I visit myself as I child it isn't me I won't explode
I just need a machine to prove the point

Oi  K9 where have you parked the Tardis
938 · Jul 2016
The Westminster picnic
Micheal Wolf Jul 2016
If you go down to Westminster today you're in for a big surprise
If you can stand the stench, you will not believe your eyes
For all the MPs who have lied and lied have all quit before the people uprise
For this is the week that parliament collapses.

******* it time for the Blairites, who don't know who to back for their best
******* it time for the Tories, as Daves walked away from his mess
The Labour deputy is such a coward and like the chancellor has lost his voice
Because they realise the people no longer want them.

So if you go south to parliament you best beware of knives
Labour have turned into Tories and only Jezza survives.
They think they can push him off a cliff, more chance of Dave being stuck in a pig
The week the war came back to haunt the Blairites!

But if go down to tip you hat and stand against Corbyn
Beware back home they petittion to do you knees like you did his
Your voters whom you have ignored and ignored are looking to throw you out the door
So grab your coat and don't forget your sister!!!!

But one more thing if you think this is cut and drawn
Remember Farage, Boris Gove and the irritable bowel one
None have so far grown a pair, they want to give someone else the blame
Because half the country has changed its mind again!!!
Written in haste
937 · Jan 2013
Morning disglory
Micheal Wolf Jan 2013
Who is this stranger
A face that seems so familiar
It's features coarse and hard
Its whiskers grey and rough
Eyes no longer bright
Dark rings beneath them
Bags, no, more like holdalls
Wash and groom gel and shave
Presentable for today
A day for what
Who's the effort for
What meaning now as I'm alone
It's not enough my face is rough
My little fellas shrunk to a stump!
No morning glory anymore
Just memories of fun had before
So gel or wax? Who gives a toss
I may even shave it off
Who's to care if it's a cue ball head
Between the hrs I spend in bed
Enough enough ! Get a grip
The stranger really does exist
You lost, your path took a wrong track
Now though you must come back
Until the morn when as before
The stranger looks at you once more
933 · Mar 2013
The Shrinking Wardrobe
Micheal Wolf Mar 2013
Sir can I help you?
Id like a suit
What size are you
A 30 waist a 40 jacket
The salesman smiles
He's seen your podge
Of to the till wit a 34 waist
A 42 jacket and a red face
At least your gut isnt hanging out
Join the Gym and sort it out!
926 · Oct 2013
Miss Brown!
Micheal Wolf Oct 2013
Almost aloof yet engaging
She carried herself daily in fastidious fashion
Approachable yet distant
The inner workings hidden from all
Yet when pressed loving and kind
So much so to her detriment
Trying to reason with fools
Cost her the career of her dreams
Once I saw her guard down
Fractional then raised
Then as I met her in turmoil
I said goodbye the same
926 · Mar 2013
If you are lucky
Micheal Wolf Mar 2013
You are born empty
All you have is the Jane or John
The DNA you parents gave you
What is next?
Fed and watered if your lucky
Or starving if you country's in poverty
You from them absorb their traits
Hugs and kisses or cold emotion
Then wrapped up well September comes
A playground full of crying mum's
Now you fate is in their hands
If lucky you get a creative one
Nurture expression, encourage you more
Let you grow and not conform
Curricula the pundits say education of today
Well my **** !! It's not and teachers rebel
Creativity must flourish as well
So pencil crayons chalk or paint
The child must express without constraint
Heed my words or pay the price
Be left with sheep no shepherds in sight
Speech on schools killing child creativity by Sir Ken Robinson propagated this
923 · Mar 2013
First positions
Micheal Wolf Mar 2013
Listened to a song by Ane Brun
"Do you remember"
The words are spectacular
Do you remember the early morning
When we went back to bed
We found our first positions
And every muscle rested...
How often the thought of that
Grabbing the moment while still warm
Diving back into bed
Back to where we left off
Magical
920 · Jun 2013
Control freaks!
Micheal Wolf Jun 2013
Fly in my airspace!
Not a chance
One Europe for all?
Not here in France
It will save fuel and time
NO NO NO
We are control freaks
More cheese or wine?
Dedicated to the air traffic control freaks of France
914 · Feb 2013
Reality Vs Relativity
Micheal Wolf Feb 2013
Speed equals distance divided by time
So the mathematician says
On paper that may be right
Reality isn't so
For when a lovers far away
Time it moves so slow

The miles seem longer still
When you drive away from them
You drive a little faster
To try and shorten them

The faster you go the more you think
The more you think the more the burning
The miles decay the time passes by
The speed a measure only of delay
It doesn't stop your yearning

So you see on paper it works just fine
For trains and planes or cars
It doesn't seem to work though for the human heart
For love has no relativity to space and time
It's all encompassing emotions exist inside the mind
No idea where this one came from. I was eating Sunday lunch and it was playing in my head.
913 · Mar 2013
What is the plan Fran?
Micheal Wolf Mar 2013
A fallen catholic I shall admit
Yet I see a strange parallel tonight
A man who is indeed humble
Akin to the shoes of the fisherman
Oponionated in past yet compassionate
None radical yet I expect change
A man who can expel those others hid
Or a puppet upon a golden stage
But an outsider that was chosen quickly
Is the Vatican cleaning house?
913 · Mar 2013
Masked
Micheal Wolf Mar 2013
Hidden in plain sight
There unseen yet seen by all
Unnoticed as though shielded
More of a protective camouflage
Designed to peer out
Yet not see in
A most effective deterrent to invasion
Keeping what out exactly?
A physical presence
Or an emotional
Still you hid in plain sight
Blending, unnoticed
In a bubble
Can't be seen
So won't be bothered.
912 · Aug 2013
Tile adhesive blues
Micheal Wolf Aug 2013
Poetry is temporarily unavailable once more
While I try to focus above a door
Scraping tile adhesive off and breaking tools doing the job
Flaming mad I have become as it won't come off and it isn't fun
So soon I shall expand the task
Get my hammer and smash smash smash
It may be neanderthal but I've had enough
It's tIme to finish this for good.
910 · Jan 2013
It consumes me
Micheal Wolf Jan 2013
My thoughts are cluttered daily by the abscence of common sense
The throwing away of reason without knowledge
The abandonment of all that I call rational
Yet I cannot cross the line for I fear I fall and not be caught
That stepping into another's world where you are bereft of footing
How easy it is to be rendered lost by the presence of another
Love or infatuation, lust or lear who categories it
Not I I'm simply just consumed
908 · Feb 2013
Breaking Point
Micheal Wolf Feb 2013
She sits
Tears trip down her face
Rolling into air soaking into her childs coat
Her embrace is stronger than any bond or chain
It was only moments ago she was shouting
Ranting, screaming and she snapped
Snapped and lashed out
They both cry
The red hand shape mark on her daughters face
You try being a single parent
You try day on day taking on the world
But it was home out of sight
It was unseen
This time
907 · Jun 2013
Firebrands
Micheal Wolf Jun 2013
There are no more firebrands
No Blasford Snells
No men of action like Oliver Reed
No Lawrence of Arabia, no Ian Sterling's left
Just rules of engagement and bomb what is left
Its war for profit, not freedom or cause
Politicians misplaced loyalty far abroad
No more the cries for England and st George
We die in the sand for another's cause.
907 · Feb 2013
Imprinted
Micheal Wolf Feb 2013
Woooo Woooo
We screamed as kids
Cowboys and Indians
Cops and robbers
We progressed to war
Endemic it seems from tv
One of us German one English
Innocence in play yet failed
We always portray one good one bad
No word to what made that happen
North and south went to war
North won but what if they hadn't??
Or what if the **** army had conquered
Well all considered and bewildered
I'm playing dollies and house with my little girl
903 · Jul 2014
Where?
Micheal Wolf Jul 2014
I was never all there!
I heard that so often.
He isn't listening, I couldn't hear you with all the noise.
I once heard a teacher describe me, He has an intermittent short circuit.
Thirty years ago I was just classed as uninterested or lazy or simply thick!
Sometimes it threw me back to reset.
I was lost and confused, you hugged me I lashed out.
I remember building a space station at School when others saw a freak.
Sometimes I would just jump to a different program, you call it ADHD now.
It was self defence.
But sometimes on special days it threw me into the future.
People spoke like I was in another time or another universe.
But none of you could see them.
I often asked them "Hello, who am I?"
They just smiled.
I don't know if I'm better or worse or understand more.
I no longer ask.
902 · Mar 2014
Running
Micheal Wolf Mar 2014
Running where?
From or to?
pleasure or necessity?
competing or for fun?
essential or pleasure?
release of constraint?
Just running
901 · Mar 2013
Eventide
Micheal Wolf Mar 2013
The noise of the day that clattered, now like a symphonic cachophony has wained
The many tasks to do, people to communicate with over
So I didn't get to all, but some, others I couldn't
But good was done
The application of logic as a blunt, wholesome instrument
Shattering the petty churlish moves of a fool
Like a game of chess with glass pieces
Seeing the opponents flaws in their transparency
Knowing, pre empting their next move
From a distance not knowing the king had fallen
Checkmate, but if you need another lesson
I'll gladly oblige, chess or something more your style
Tidley winks maybe??
897 · Aug 2012
insommnababble
Micheal Wolf Aug 2012
I ache, I have that feeling of sleep but like a wave of discomfort beneath my skin
I cannot sleep.
The pattern on the ceiling that isn't there,
the hissing of silence the buzz of the fly you cannot see..
All just your exhausted mind altering your senses.
To hot now or to cold, turn the pillow. Stare at the clock.
Is it to early to *** again or should I make a brew ?
No **** it the caffeine would send me wild.
When will I sleep.
895 · Oct 2016
Taxi for mankind
Micheal Wolf Oct 2016
I dreamed of an island I could make home
But the sea rose and soon it was gone
So high on a mountain was next on the list
But crops wouldn't grow on snow covered cliffs
So I went to the hills and cut down the trees, made cabins where they stood and planted the fields.
All was ok, I thought this is the place!
Till the mudslide came and washed us away.
All that was left was to go to the plains, the breadbowl of life and to start off again.
Acre on acre we planted the crop, watered from wells drilled deep underground.
How happy we were and all seemed fine, till tornadoes came and moved house again!
So the sea goes up and the wind comes down. Floods and icebergs becoming the norm
Frackings poisoned the water and coal the air Japan glows in the dark so we cant go there
Nothing left but to find a new world and Elon Musks ahead of the game.
Mother earths being killed off by her own kids, as like parasites we ferociously nibble away.
She gave us the sun and the wind and the waves...
But once we realised
It was too late.
895 · Sep 2013
Dreamscape
Micheal Wolf Sep 2013
Eyes tightly closed as you languish in the place
Immersed in a world of pleasure and perfection
The senses start to awaken, sounds at first
Then your eyes open and reality rushes in
Try as you might your ****** out of the warmth of the dream, the cold air hits you
Taste becomes active, the smells of perfume gone
The stomach churns as you have awakened to all
the stresses and pressures of the day ahead
The dream now gone
And memory of it fades as you can't hold it
You spend the day looking for signposts back there
Yet none avail themselves
892 · Oct 2013
For sale?
Micheal Wolf Oct 2013
For tonight and one night only
He didn't want to be lonely
He looked online and found a friend
300 quid to wine and dine her
Another 500 to get inside her
Upper class you understand
Not a lady of the night!
So meal for two, champagne and all
Then it was time to bed for sure
Paid in full and eager to please
She dropped herself on her knees
Then as a flash it was done
He'd been short changed
Pardon the pun
The moment  lost his magic gone
At least it was from his wand
She grabbed her coat off she popped
He went to bed now half cut
Another lonely night again
Mixed with foolishness and pain
800 lighter to rub it in
The moral here is plain to see
Love for sale ?
It just cannot be.
An interesting article on the pitfalls of the Internet *** trade hatched this little baby
891 · Aug 2016
Labeled with love
Micheal Wolf Aug 2016
As a child I never knew the colour of my skin made a difference to the person within
I never looked at myself wishing I was someone else
I never had to stand in line or in a place sat behind
I never had to take a seat, at the back that was there only for me
No one ever refused to serve me because my hair was black and curly
No one ever made a joke because my eyes had a *****
I never had to appologise for the colour I was inside but judged on the outside
That's because my skin is white and hides all of me that's inside
It hides the struggles my forebears had for being foriegn and blended black
A mix that was made from love alone when someone said enoughs enough!
So the colour of a loving heart that joins another to give a child is all in all who we are
No white no black just what's inside and no more from fear should we hide
Look inside we are so much more than a label another put on us
Close your eyes we are all the same
Is it so hard for you to love that way?
889 · Jan 2014
Mirror of Hathor
Micheal Wolf Jan 2014
Fuzzy and grey
Hard to see through
Nothing reflected
Blocking the light
Looking out
Not inside
Who wants to see?
They just get rejected
For looking within
Tearful for no reason
Every reason but none
Like windows to a soul
That isn't their own
No place to go poking
Around on your own
No one to guide you
No one to hold
Behind those eyes
It's' hollow
It's cold
Though it wasn't always
When some lit a fire
He stamped it out
Blamed lust over love
For fear of desire
Loosing just what?
Now empty is all
No love left inside
Don't look in the mirror  
There's nothing to find
Egyptian mythology had a few re writes and came to this.
888 · Jun 2013
Limbular malfunction
Micheal Wolf Jun 2013
Numb lied upon to long
Wake up arm it's time to move
******* brain! Oh hark at you
You can't get the legs to get you up too
Jack Daniel's runs through the mortal frame
The livers working flat out again
A good night was had by all
The eyes and ears won't work at all
So another hour or two in bed
To let the hangover go away
881 · May 2013
Ms Robinson
Micheal Wolf May 2013
Fire in her eyes love in her thighs as the cougar seeks her quarry
His clothes to be ripped his face to be kissed his body to devour
A younger flesh to be her next to feast and writhe upon
Oh she's complete with heels on her feet and nylons just for him
Oh why oh why did she not meet the focus of all her desire
Well you where in college while he was in shorts with a soother shoved in his mush
But now he's a man with a mind of his own and a mission to seek what he wants
Others may weep as they slip between sheets but love has no age size or creed
So mark my words well we're all off to hell and I hope with the person we love
As old as we get or as much as we try you can only be who you are
So sleep with the love whomever they are and wake in their warm embrace
For life is to short to tary with age and miss the one made for you.
I know as I missed and no longer resist and hope that you do too
Ode to a cougar
877 · Jan 2013
winter begins
Micheal Wolf Jan 2013
Dark sky looms overhead across the Mersey
Like a blanket of grey candy floss
Creeps ever closer and the cold bite of evening comes
People walk without smiles to occupied to notice each other
In summer they would glance and smile, exchange words
Now the bite of the cold new year bows their heads in symmetry.
They sit on the bus pods in place shutting out all around
Trying to make the journey home in a shroud of invisibility
If you don't see or hear it doesn't happen does it?
876 · Dec 2013
Venus
Micheal Wolf Dec 2013
Stargazing in the early winters eve
Someone sends me a message
Is that Venus I can see?
Yes I reply, not realising what had occurred
Miles apart a split second in time
Both looking at the crescent moon
And the light in the sky
876 · Aug 2013
Fly me!!!
Micheal Wolf Aug 2013
I  knew he was cheating, the crafty ****.
A little discovery lead to it.
A box of condoms, and one was gone!
He said he only tried it on.
Tried it on now there's a joke.
Test drove it as well the lying stoat.
Being a lady I held my tongue and waited for my moment to come.
So there was I in the sky, twenty thousand feet to be precise.
I thought it fitting as we met on a plane, to dump the ******* the very same way!
The moral simple for all to see
I don't advise ******* with me.
Micheal Wolf Feb 2013
What are the marks on your tummy mummy?
They're special my sweet it's where you put your feet.
I didn't walk on your tummy mummy.
I know princess it's where you slept, until you came into the world.
Oh mummy it looks so sore does it hurt?
No my love, not at all,
your sister left some there as well.
They don't look nice will they go away?
Oh no sweet pea they're here to stay,
to remind me I love you both every day.
Micheal Wolf Jan 2014
Oh love, oh love you fickle tithe.  
You're bespoke to all, yet fitted to none.
You claim hearts for years though they don't retort.
Your rose tinted glasses are covered in dust.
Now as you came you must go,
no longer my thoughts to sully and spoil.
Just something I changed at least two dozen times in 6 months
873 · Mar 2015
Daybreak
Micheal Wolf Mar 2015
Dawn begins the day
Light that wakens
Birds that sing
Brings smiles to all
A beautiful thing
What if Dawn was there all day?
Chased the blues and dark away
When evening came Still around
As the birds sang their good night song
But Dawn comes but once a day
Not for long and then goes away
Imagine if she didn't go
Would the day end or simply fade?
Because the Dawn just once stayed
That's not the way it's meant to be, as the day has so many pieces
Noon to night they all pass by
Dawns secrets held for another day
For daybreak
When she smiles again
872 · Mar 2013
Quilted
Micheal Wolf Mar 2013
Hugglebuggle snugleboo
Arms around all of you
Entwined embraced and feeling warm
Protecting you from any harm
Legs wrapped up and warm together
Stay in bed like this forever
Hugglebuggle snugleboo
Safe and warm here with you
An oldie
Micheal Wolf Jan 2015
Pedophiles in Westminster
All nicely covered up
Now it's the royal family
Will it ever stop
The thin blue line is broken
It's more like dot to dot
Then insult to injury
They give one of them a gong!
We earned the right to wear blue serge
With blood sweat and tears
It isn't cosplay for us
The uniform is real.
You say crime is falling
Your figures aren't real!!
So lament the passing of Dixon of Dock Green
You sold out to the Joker
there's no laughing here.
Windsor.......
863 · Sep 2013
Open heart
Micheal Wolf Sep 2013
Open heart
Open fire

Open heart
Open book

Closed heart
Closed target

Closed heart
Closed mind

Lost heart
Lost mine
Circa 1980
860 · Mar 2013
set piece
Micheal Wolf Mar 2013
A man walks into a bar and says...
Why a bar?
Why not an opticians ?
Why a man for that matter?
Why does he speak?

So an Asian alien of mixed metaphor
Flies into an opticians and begins to sing

Ok ok I get it

A man walks into a bar and says

Anyone seen a weird looking alien?

Tadah!!!!
859 · Mar 2013
Outside
Micheal Wolf Mar 2013
How gently the breeze blows
Like a feather touching bare skin
Almost as if breath
I was only out moments
Stood In the garden
No reason just to stare
Stare up at the sky
They said I'd see a comet
All I see is cloud
But oh the intoxication
The scent of the sea
Stark contrast to the storm
One day breeze
One day storm
856 · Feb 2013
A bit of what you fancy
Micheal Wolf Feb 2013
A little slap
A little tap
A cheeky smack on the ***
A pull of hair
A tear of cloth
A couple of knots to get you off
A DVD
A maids dress
A firmans uniform to impress
All eclipsed as
A heart attack when the kids come in!
855 · Sep 2012
she
Micheal Wolf Sep 2012
she
I knew where to find her, I simply couldn't look. My dark days wrestling with daemons had to be alone. No other could be in the battle I had to maintain a thread of clarity. But no matter how long or how hard I tried. No other moved  my very soul as she, yet eerily we never made one of our halves. Daydreaming and days weeks years pass and my heavy heart yearned more each day for her embrace. Now alone I know she didn't feel the churning inside that drives a soul to extremes. What now becomes of me.
854 · Sep 2012
A memory
Micheal Wolf Sep 2012
Rain ran its way through my hair
Down the back of my neck like fingertips
Warm, gentle like the touch of a lover since passed.
All I had all I'd lost

Where was love where had it gone

I'd see the back of her head in every crowd
Yet she turned her  head she was gone
revealing the face of a stranger

Were was my love where had it gone

I would see a figure that reminded me of hers
Nirvana? No it wouldn't feel the same
But if I close my eyes tight enough I see stars,
then her face all the time

Where was my love where had it gone

So for a moment yes she's here but no,
she is the stranger and all I can feel
is the rain.
Down my neck like fingertips

Now cold, no more  just rain,
Just rain
Just rain
The moment lost.

Where oh where had my love gone
Something of sensitivity
853 · Feb 2013
A quickie or a luxuriois
Micheal Wolf Feb 2013
Just attempting to log back in!!
She just said on the phone to him
That could take anything from ten to sixty
....yawn, yawn
Triggered a silly thought again about proclavity
Oh how people complain!
Ten minutes would be a quickie
Half an hour acceptable dicky ?
Sixty minutes now that sounds good
A rather luxurious *****!
I laughed a little at it all
The naughty poet has a ball
I wonder if she ever got her internet back!
Micheal Wolf May 2013
Silence now, No drums
No sounds of marching bands
Only silence
The faint sounds of crying across a proud land

A feeling of national loss, bewilderment
An act that has cut a nation to the quick
The slaying of a valiant heart by cowards
Valiant as his brotthers and sisters in arms

They do what many could not comprehend
Their life in the balance, daily
Yet they fight to protect innocents
They risk all to protect those with nothing
Give everything for the greater good

Mourn our drummer for he is OUR drummer
Remember him as that
Remember him as a man with pride
Passion principle and virtue

A man who gave it all for OUR safety
For our country
For his family
For love of good in this world

Do not be silent
Shout his name from roof tops
Write it down read it out loud
For when a warrior is spoken of
He is remembered

The next time the drums beat it will be in lament
Marching will be heard that day
The feet of man woman child
Christian Muslim bhudist all creeds all faiths

He shall be mourned as a King
Streets lined by his family his people
The British people in their thousands
Defiant resolute and thankful

Drummer Lee Rigby, remember his name
For today we lost a part of My England
Let it not be in vain
850 · Apr 2013
Alone
Micheal Wolf Apr 2013
I had finished tonight, Readings done tea drunk
Then as I tried to sleep I picked up my phone
I read a poem from girl a who feels alone
Betrayed by a boy who cherished another
Emotionally hurt and so in pain
Yet she wrote about it
She wrote in imagery that moved me
My day was as abhorrent as hers yet I had no words
I couldn't write as she did nor paint the picture
She apologized for her outburst
The most moving soul bearing write
Yet apologized.
So long as she writes an old **** like me will read
To be reminded of the love hurt pain and joy
To feel life, to be moved
May I suggest you sample her world
Live a day of her life in words and be humbled

Bad day-bad times Katy Moran

Then tell me if I'm wrong.
847 · Nov 2013
coalition xmass
Micheal Wolf Nov 2013
Away in the UK on any estate
The frost on the window
No coal in the great
Grandmas been buried
She died from the cold
Her fuel allowance was lost in the post
The children are coughing
And mums on the game
For money to feed them no job can she get
The benefits system has failed them again
Up in the bright sky it was all dark
The council turned of the street lights as well
The power is off the bill wasn't paid
But big business wallows on the profit its made
They called it recession and austerity too
But what it's real name was..
**** me and you
845 · Jan 2014
One up the !
Micheal Wolf Jan 2014
They say some things improve with age
How maturity makes us a bit of a sage
Practice makes perfect, you really think?
Between the sheets do we raise our game?
Or simply loose our fear to fail.
Well one things sure at 47
I will never be on the television
Dancing in a competition
For when I venture on the floor
It looks like I'm having a joke
As I move around its not like Travolta
More like I've been to Anne Summers!
With a magic wand stuffed up me other
I look like I've had my drink doctored
Or its turned to spin and loosed a monster
Oh I can clear the floor as I listen to the laughter roar
So tonight I'm being quite sedate
No Wignal or a woble on me plates
I'll be sat drinking with my mates!!
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