Dear reader have you ever wondered where the bogey man lives ?
In the hall
Under the bed
In your head ?
Well when I was small  , a sleeper train ,
to Scotland in the cupboard  as I lay awake that night ,
through rattle and hum , clunkerty clack of that rail road track .
The over night sleeper to Scotland
Then from the cover of a paper back book  ,
Came
Paper face .

Have you ever wondered of Mr Barney ?
Who when rent was due would call on you ,
and in return ask for your daughters hand in Marrage ?
To the little pigs he would go ,
With a huff and a puff ,
eat pork for tea.
beside you

Or the toy maker ,
If half an our late would make you stay late ,
and doc your pay for talking .

Or little bow peep who lost her sheep ,
Only to marry Tom Thumb only when her good friends had found them .
Now the bogey man rings and rings in my little toy town ,
and when I pick it up goes zzzzzzz.
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Then the Raven master who clipped the wings ,
so his birds could never leave the tower ,
So the Kingdom won't. Fall ,
God save us all ,
the day a Raven flys by
and the toy castle walls are broken ,
For Tom and Bow to fairy land must go ,
and leave this crazy world behind them .

The man stands behind the curtain ,
for in silence he stands ,
no body speaks to him .
no one even knows he is there .

The  moon and sun rise ,
then fall ,
for no one even knows he is there .
The birds fly unto their nests as winter chatter brings ,
the  starlings and flinch ***** their tiny wings .
He looks out and the clouds and sun play hide and seek .
Still he says nothing ,
still he won’t speak .
No food or water does he eat or drink ,
no table does he dine with a beautiful lady to pass his time .
And fear not his mood does not tell ,
of the darkness he feels inside his own hell .
There is no light in his house and no one knows ,
that in silence he cry’s for the young and the old .
The clock ticks another day has passed ,
and after many months his beloved walks past .
He smiles .
Then a knock on the door and his heart starts to pump ,
with loving arms they kiss and ****** ,
her flowers hit the floor ,
and the doors slammed shut .

I'm. lost !
This vast expanse of emptiness that surrounds me .
I. Kid you not ,
for the way I came was easy ,
and in the slightest moment you were gone .
The dancing girls  with their waves and curls ,
and the minstrel band that played ,
to hapless tunes and wild perfumes. that captured my heart ,
Yet like Japanise Knot **** wormed and took root ,  
bound my heart with chains ,
with a thud  left crippled and dying ,
Fell into this pit of hades that surrounds me .

How the wolf cub howls ,
Howls into the night ,
Into the North ,
Where the she wolf instinct calls .
The mother finds its cub again ,
after searching day and night .

Yet the bell tolls not only for the dying ,
but for those who walk with dancing girls ,
and for those who have given up trŷing .

How stupid am I to let time pass by and not care for those around me ?
For the past has gone ,
and time moves on in the egg glass timer that surrounds me .
For a change of heart ,
Is the greater part and its this that must bind me ,
and with Gods good grace ,
To seek his face
Not to be dammed by those
around me .

The Ghost in my machine
an hallucination of where I have been
and echoes of my past .
Of loved ones lost in a dream ,
Take good care ,
it's been fun ,
Thanks for the chat ,
and in no time at all ,
They've all gone again .
Your very kind ,
Thanks for your help ,
These platitudes really matter .
And time goes by and you and I ,
Keep sailing on from shore to shore
With two ores ,
Unlike an owl and ***** cats romance by the sand ,
there's no full moon ,
Or money wrapped in honey .
Just an endless fools singing love songs
Singing love songs for a weeping heart forever .

If I have everything ,
but you .
If all I love are ghosts and tears .
Then what if my beloved ones are lost to indifference
With nothing to sharpen my quill ,
and by bow finds not its rest ?
Only then will your book find peace in my heart .
Yet my beating heart is so weak , it's muscles once pumped ,
now grow weary .

Then awaken my soul again , so sinful thoughts do not abound .
Take this heart and nail it to your mast ,
Let this listing ship  not sink without trace ,
The raging waters not buffer its sides .
Be still .
I am waiting for you ,
With open arms waiting for you .
I am still here waiting .
That ship will reach calmer waters ,
a safe harbour ,
Come I am waiting ,
You are not alone .

My sweet does the candelabra lighten up my eyes ?
Or it’s wax soften my heart ?
Does my soft touch see you creep ?
For my beating heart has been exposed,
only to see you turn away as it’s hot wax touches you’re hand .
Was there something in my eye that made you turn away ,
or the blosoming sunlight that just got in the way ?

The ring on you’re finger is it thine ,
or does it belong to some other ruddy swine?
For my love for you is no gawdy affair,
as for the flower i placed in you’re hair was so dainty and rare .

The candelabras light has been exposed by the puff of you’re cheeks ,
It’s wax is long as darkness draws near .

Nee my carriage awaits ,
outside the mansion gates ,
to cliperty clop and whip i leave ,
with an avenue of trees open up before my eyes ,
i turn around and hear you’re cries .

My  local Coop is where I shop ,
for Labas Rita’s might or might not be there for me ?
And if she is it’s “ do you have any Kale ,
or tins of tomatoes, mushrooms or soup ?
Her smiling nature ,
her **** smile ,
Is warm in nature before my exterior eye .
Even though this sad tale can only follow as where’s the kale ?
“ Have a nice day “
“;see you soon “
She still drives me Insane ,
there and back to the moon .
“:we have black beans in a tin ,
but not in a sachet,”
so kind and thoughtful were her words one sunny day .

And so as I pack my bags once more it’s “ see you later “
have a nice day “ .
and off I go until the next time ,
It’s Labas Rita’s meets ground hog day .

It's. Two in the morning and the fox began to Yelp and Yelp and Yelp .
Until the Dog decides I've. had enough fox disturb my sleep ,
I shall bark and woof and woof and woof until you go to sleep .
Then the birds sang and sang their morning chorus cheep  
, and all the while all I could hear was  
Woof. Yelp and cheep .

O ineffable love that is now all mine
far beyond knossos wings that span the mystery’s of time ,
I have found .
A temple of stone and of  purest gold,
an Ethereal of love ,
at her beauty behold ,
and at her  temple prostrate ,
only to charm the ghosts of loves greatest fate .
bound  in chains never  to lose thy  love ,
.at thy temple gate .
Where  roses and peonies flower and bloom
and the ghost of Afroditi. can be found
unmercifully and forever bound .

And then to enter in as her gates are flung open wide ,
and with  her defences lay adorned  and broken by my side .
Only to awaken her golden crown ,
where her unlocked treasures are to be found .

For theifs have tried and all have failed ,
to capture the love of Ethereal .                                                              Fo­r they have all left ,
and bowed at the knee ,
to the beautiful charms of Ethereal ,

Only to leave chronicles of words unspoken .

But you my tempest of sweetest joy ,
surrendered to me thy gates employ
Where once lions and wild beasts all  
have roamed ,
for even they shall lay  at my feet ,
forever now,
her eternal throne .

Where birds once sang in glorious day ,
the Kings Cavelery have silenced when the red leaves fell .
Build the walls to the March of the drum ,
the King is on the run .
A safe haven with musket ball ,
to fire at parlementarian walls ..

You’re quiet havens shall go up in smoke ,
To garrison call ,
each one and all will turn their backs to the roar of burning timber .
you’re chickens and ducks shall be called to arms in the Kings name ,
  to chicken stew and soup .

You’re seats of learning will become palace grounds ,
and all around disease will abound .
You’re young will die ,
they won’t grow old ,
You’re young men with musket will carry , true and bold .

Build the Garrosen defend the walls ,
a musket ball ,
the fuse is lit ,
past the snake ,
through flesh and bone ,
cartelage and intestine ,
Where only maggots wait ,
to infections grisly bait ,
the musket ball .

Oh the trees without leaves ,
In darkness swayed ,
to the groans of soldiers grisley fate .

The King in cowards ruin fled when the moon was a howlin ,
and darkness creeps it’s blood on Godless men ,
who claim in Gods name an earthly rule .

A severed head on hay ,
to the tower it hung to this day ,
a country in ****** ruin .

Winter as cold as the frozen night and bitter winds draw nigh ,
and fairy lights ,
and fir trees are cut down and hung .
Forest lamps ,
Elves and fairys dance in the pale moon light ,
and man with spears and nets ,
and burning wood to find Oxon ,
Deer , and fowl to hunt ,
**** ,
And hang  before the snow takes the night .
Wine will flow ,
Camp fires lite ,
They dance around the fire .
They feast ,
Gorge on meat until their stumuchs are full .
Their meat turns to rotten ,
Their ale to vinegar
Their bellys sick with too much wine ,
The fire light ,
The fairys have gone ,
the embers of the flame grow dim and die .

A beam shines from heaven like a light out of the black ,
Isiah bent down to gather some wood ,
To kindle a flame ,
thou man cuss and spit ,
Shall never grow dim ,
and die .

How long have I waited now ?
How long must I wait ?.
You awoke this morning with the need to sing ,
the air in your tiny lungs burst forth and your only thought
the eggs you hatched .
I witnissed the cloud wither behind the sun ,
yet still you serched for food ax if my table was empty .
And so many rain clouds formed you feasted off bins of trash cans what ever came to mind ?
Did you never look for this bread and wine ?
Do you remember the hail stones how they stung against your face ,
you shivered in the wet lands without a smile I saw your face .
To gruel and trout you ate ,
and grissel when there was no meat ,
and sang as the rain drops fell on your tiny black beak .
Through Ashfords streets you sang above Costa coffee shops and church spires you perched .
Then on Sunday morn when my table was full ,
with other birds you ate like the feast of a dove ,
You chirped some happy chorus sung ,
then past my window,
you flew to the sun .

If I had never met you how sweet the tail ,
the sorrows of love could have kept for another day ?
and no brow of you,re fine face would I have kissed ,
or even embraced .
Or sorrow tell the sunken lips that spoke of my love in anything but
a kiss !
How sweet the tale of another man you embraced and touched as
Only lovers can .
And I have lost you in an orchard dear ,
for the bow you lost was never found here .

The evening now has drawn to a close and the candle light in your,e
boudoir  has not been exposed ,
how long this night alone in my room ,
as I think of you with that buffoon .

Now you know how much I lament the time we met and yet you’re
love wasn’t meant ,
my deepest regret I pray you tell you,r e learned friend that I’m in hell .

The Pendulum swings above my head ,
with every swing once ,
twice ,
it falls ,
the jailers keys are turned ,
my histerical wife weeps for my death for ....,
the paper mache man is here .
his pendulum swings once ,
twice .......


..
The old clock chimes once ,
twice ,
It’s pendulum swings once ,
twice ...
It’s two in the morning,
from these dreams did I awake ?
There are dreams within dreams i. can hardly partake .
Yet here am I frozen in terror in my bed ,
from dreams I have awoken to find you staring at me from the rafters , from my four poster bed .
As in fear I lie awake to you’re silence ,
for in nothing did you say ,
a mask of paper mache you wear to hide you’re face away ,
of behind lies a darkness of sadomasconistic  misery and space .
Am I dreaming or could I be dead ?  
Is reality. drowning in my head ?

A cold wind sweeps across my room ,
You are still there but now you are staring at the moon .

How bright it’s glow so high in the night ,
and when sunlight comes you will be gone in the light .

It worries you ,
This sunlight ,
when dawn appears for you’re darkness will be exposed by the passing of the years .

The birds are in song their melodies sweet ,
and you have vanished in some daylight retreat .
For the sun now demands its time to shine ,
for all darkness disappears in the light of time ..

There will be days when the darkness will claim the right ,
of the day ,
to refuse it’s light ,
for in these times when our dying embers burn,
Stoke the flame .

There will be days when our bodies ache with all the strains of worldly pain and dark days with all their pleasures Will enthrone ,
but for now ,
yes for now ,
hold fast to love .

Then there are the darkest days in the battle fields the Spectors lies
Seem oh so real ,
you fall once again for his slithery hook ,
but still the cavelry marches on

And we play around with sin like building blocks
that leave our pens wide open ,
and the rattles we shake are venomous snakes ,
which leaves our bones abroken ..

For you can’t see what has happened here ,
for all is dark and filled with fear ,
when you can see no silvery clouds above that starry hill ,
the sun moves ever on .


Yet  we see only ghost riders near when their horses nostrils flair ,
and a frost covers the icey air ,

for daylight is oh so near ,
beyond the black clouds that we hold so dear ,
our Cavelry marches on

For in. your mind all you seek is rest ,
from the ghosts and Spectors you once called guests ,
run .
And so you hear the Cavelry charge ,
the clink of armour ,
the sword ,
the steel ,
50 ,000 angels near ,
In light the sun rises like a King ,
Sword held high ,
the spectors death .
Valor and integrity  rise above their defeated foe .
So as the sun rises to Colours that stretch out the land ,
to crimson blues and golds ,
in Christ the victory march unfolds .

There was once a small sapling living in a wood,  
man cut him down ,
dressed him in  balbuls and lights,
the best he could.And so the  birds that didnt give out song ,
or move ,
just perched ,
or sometimes fell from his branches,
were forgotten a long long time ago .

His new family made him feel special,
with gifts around his trunk ,
and for a season ,
for that is all it was ,
seemed nice.         çvvvvvv       v   v  
His  new family ,happy  
until they got drunk !

But late at night when left all alone , when his lights were off ,
and everything was dark  ,
and cold.
He looked out of his window  ,
brought a tear to his eye .
For tall and elegant trees ,
did he see all waving to him in the breeze ,
as if to say goodbye.

Cut down ,
not fully grown,
away from his saplings ,
all alone .
He pined  for the days before man came ,
torn down ,
dumped he lay  ,
awaiting the council trash cart ,
for today was dumpsvillie  day .

On London Bridge to harrowing sound ,
Of. Ambulances  sirens all around ,
and terror strikes at Londons cosmapoliton night .
Another day break ,
another dawn ,
another ****** morn .
I awoke .
The R S P C A shop left outside bags with rags and books ,
and children's toys for girls and boys ,
Open to wind and rain soon strewn accross the pavement .


Left against a wall ,
And those that leave them drive away unable to read .
To blind to see in the name of charity ,
at the end of my road ,
Fly tippers leave bags tables and chairs .
Or those who smoke outside coffee shops with espresso
and cigarette buts and chat for hours on Sunday morning streets .
Or Alex who sold the Big Issue last week ,
Who returned home as his nephew had died ,
Who won't be back soon .
And to those who pass by and don't bother to buy .
Or stay for chat ,
Or bother to ask

How are you?
Outside the coop supermarket .
Near by
And what once stood proud ,
Now pigeon finds its nest and once where table and chair  
To learned children would sit stands **** and birds nest .
Then vandals came and bid it to shame to disrepair
They left it .
Ashfords  history left to rot   .
Mad politicians the bulldozers came ,
a crazy plan left to ruin .
What The Luftwaffer failed ,
The council with Bulldozer nailed ,
Brought crashing down in ruin .

Around the corner. The church was packed with freedom songs
Inside .
To God be the Glory .
Last night the ends of the earth came to London Bridge , to Borough market evil came .
When we should go to the ends of the earth to save the Godless from hell , and
As darkness fell and young hearts beat so full of love ,
One last time
One love.

Afterwards  the fighting has stopped ,
afterwards   the. child   starts crying .
It’s so lonely out there I can feel the rain ,
why do you act so vanity fair ?

Today is a great day ,
A new day ,
as if the old one didn't. matter .?
Tim Peakes. Picture as the earth set over the sun .
My song of hope ,
To teachers sat cheating scandal  ,
a new day would be cut short only for a new one to begin .
' Thank you for a better read if only for a little while '
But if good things must end for poetry to begin ,
And a new day dawns with Tim Peakes sun rises over this earth ,
Then a new sun must rise over thick dense cloud ,
Of waterless  tears ,
And poets dance ,  
and crows  Sing ,
and the weary traveller never rest his head ,

For twilight. Is near ,
Is ever present  ,
And he who slumbers shall never find rest .
And to fail is to never try ,
To live is to never die ,
As Lucy stood tall to **** **** a girl guides pride and joy ,
Dare mighty things ,
Failure is not an option ,
And thirty five poems on ,
Still going strong ,  
Because of new day ,
I can gladly say ,
Happy Birthday to Phil
The poet X.

I picked a rose bud for you ,
I found it on a rose bed ,
it is not dead .
But  if you water it ,
and give it room to grow ,
it will blosom into something you don’t know .
For its buds will one day open ,
perhaps when you are curled up in bed ,
and you will think of me when I have gone ,
and all the things I said .

My tomorrows lie on distant shores ,
for when dawn breaks they shatter once more ,
into  a billion pieces of glass .
Every night i watch them turn into a new day ,
every night I’m filled with sorrow .
For like vapour from a distant shore ,
the mornings sun and they are seen no more .

How dare I dream were Vanguards lay ,
and hope they will appear some sunny day ?
How dare the Heracies of the night **** my King in broad day light ,
My rook was taken ,
my Bishop killed and all was left was my Queen
For even Ivanhoe himself how swift a Knight ,
for Saxon kings did he fight ,
could not save the day where my fair maiden lay in mortal wound ,
With broken heart ,
in a land that Pterosaurs prey .

You see I was once caught in a loving embrace ,
about to kiss.my lovers face ,
when one day a Pterosaurs with its mighty beak flew down from the skies and swept her off her feet .
Over the seas of perilous depth ,
through the shattered glass they flew ,
past the vapour that hid the moon ,
past the sun in its golden ray ,
to a land that’s called tomorrow.

My ship will flounder on my voyage ,
although it has no sails just tyranny.
as death awaits for me .
And all around is land and no sea ,
except for the reeds that call out for me .
and slowly she moves past shallow wave ,
with one faulse move sent us to our graves .

A space ship hovers above my ship a white saucer without a sound .
Then two creatures that look like men ,
Yet tall and menacing and huge in frame .
all white with darkened brow .
Now I’m in my bed and attacked by something alone I dread .
And so this ends the night ,
and two am strikes i know not how ,
another nightmare awaits somehow ?
and dream a while ,
for sleep awaits the dawn ,
and dreams our fears await .
So sweet dreams tonight you lay ,
for the candy mans never far away ,
on ships to foreign lands .

My love lies on a distant shore ,
taken by a monster I have never seen before .
For my first kiss I would have embraced her love of no sweeter face .
To a kingdom where she is enslaved by the Pterosaurs. .
How could I leave the gal I love to such a fate from up above ?
Why should the cruel sea and their monsters depart my love .
Then I shall go on my ship to sail ,
upon perilous seas ,
wind rain and darkest night ,
with sword in hand defeat the beasts of this land .


What of the monsters that roam the sea when my heart belongs to thee .
The Mosasaurs before me I slay their blood now lies stained on my
chest
Their throats slit by silver sword ,
then spat out with one accord ,
down they go to sickening thud ,
down to shallows thick with mud ,
down to the seas bed that lies beneath,
for to no Mozzie sauras shall I yeald .
My chest I raise with blood stained sword ,
to give thanks to my God and Lord .



I now arrive on tomorrow shore ,
Past the shattered glass no more ,
Past the sunset that was my own ,
and sacred mist that called me home .

There she lies all chained in blood her pumping heart so full of love .
Her captors what beasts of hell ,
With blood red sword so swift to tell .
One by one their wings lie low ,
One by one to sickening thud  they go .
until I stand before my maiden fair ,
her dainty locks ,
her auburn hair .

I picked her up so her feet would not be scorched by the sand ,
placed her on our ship ,
and set sail for
Evermore .

The gardener once knelt down to rub two sticks together ,
he watched the flames crackle ,
and warmed his hands against its embers. glow , .
More wood would be needed to burn this dead brach vine ,
That never bore its name.
thick black smoke enough to choke a man bellowed. from its. being ,
A vine pruned only to leave a stone cold sodden heart .
So thick the smoke it brought a tear Unto my very eye ,
So black my sin a sickle or reaper could not save ,
this fickle branch from its flame.
For what is dead is not for the harvest and must be cast into the
fire ,
And what is worth keeping pruned back for a flower to reign .
For what is a man who has no peace ,
Or joy in sorrow ,
Or patience with his friends . ?
If love cometh from Friendship and in that love there is no
Sorrow or pain .
Or trust , or even faith to light the way .
A couple held hands in Church ,
Not bothered by the flame that burns deep ,
Pruning their lives so sin can't cast its. Stain .
And can it be then ,
That I. a sinner trust ,
In a gardener that prunes and tears all
My dead branches down to dust ,  
Thrown into a flame
That ,
On a hill ,
On a cross ,
This flower might bud ,
and it's. beauty forever remain .

There were no carts with all their merchandise,
no barking dogs ,
or children’s screams ,
for now the village was lost in a sleeping dream .

Just the church bells toll that could be heard for the harvest of souls ,
to thank God for their crops to yeald .
The ladies bonnets ,
the men wore ties ,
the preacher wore black well betide .

The sermon was of sobering thought ,
that without Gods help we are but nought !

That Angels may open dungeon cells ,
and the strange old lady down the road ,
who nobody speaks of ,
Is not as mad as all were told .

Now  the  preacher man who was so brave ,
Who dressed in black with souls to save ,
closed his Bible with a grimise ,
then a smile ,
there are many on their way to hell ,
there is no time to wait ,
I wish you well .

For the tins are stacked all neatly in a pile ,
for the poor and needy ,
and the strange old lady ,
down the road who has a cat ,
or so I’m told .

And so the sweet melodies of heavens songs rendered to thee ,
of storms to come ,
thunder and rain ,
for nothing will be the same again .
For when everything is gathered in only then the storms begin ,
if I may borrow a poem or fable or so I’m told !

An old man waits for the service to end ,
he never goes in ,
he has no friends ,
but loves the hymns and awaits the winds ,
the leaves rustle ,
as  rain drops fall .

He smiles as a gust of wind nearly blows his hat off .
So as autumns leaves start to fall ,
on golden carpets with reddish glow ,
Cold  winds and rains fall ,
a fore runner to ice and snow ,
yet with infant glow ,
off we go in our Sunday best we go .
To light fires that won’t burn out ,
amid the fiery cold .
.

You’re casket lies open ,
You’re bones have grown cold ,
In silent whispers the curtain unfolds .

The days of walking with you are now O ,
the evening shadows fade ,
for my days with you are gone now ,
let the yellow daffodils fade .

So soon you were gone ,
left me without care due ,
a broken heart ,
a closing door ,
an empty chair ,
without you .

I still look for you when the starlings nest ,
when busy people come home to rest ,
when the telephone,
just missed a call .

An empty house nights curtain draws ,
When God sprinkled starlight on heavens of old ,
Skewen towns lights shimmered like gold .

For you’re home coming awaits no table or stairs ,
no cups to wash ,
or socks to fold .
Where no child wails for his ma ma in the night .

Palaces of Gold for you my love ,
Heavenly songs of Gods great love ,
and though you lie in casket cold ,
just once more to hold you’re hand ,
for you to say ,
“I loved you so “.

Thursday night is chicken night ,
when all is dark ,
you’re telephone rings at nine .
It rings and rings and rings .
You’re thoughts are kind ,
a helpful heart

For kindness is what it feeds on .
and spits you out like chicken bones ,
untill it’s feathers and blood are all you can see ,
how plesant the poultry!

It stalks the streets as daylight retreats ,
and neon lights are all aglow .

You’re phone rings again ,
then again ,
You pick it up,
You ask who’s there ?
It’s the chicken run that’s all .

You await a knock on you’re door ,
as you lie in you’re bed ,
In silence the clock strikes thee ,
then four .
For you’re heart thumps hard ,
you’re chest explodes ,
You’re blankets stinks in sweat .
For there is a knock on you’re door ,
You’re dreaming once more ,
You can’t tell night from day .


It’s Thursday night ,
It’s chicken night ,
don’t answer you’re phone,
don’t answer the door ,
It’s the chicken run once more.

One light at Christmas ,
the Christ child is born ,
one light at Christmas herolds a new dawn .
When all our petty slobbles are forgotten in a trice ,
all the different colours that dazzle ,
found in neon and angel lights .
The  cold nights of a stranger ,
who puts up with cardboard boxes for the night.
For he sleeps in shop doorways ,
and is killed by frost bite .

But yet this baby Christ Jesus without a home was he ,
spoke words for man to hear ,
by the shores of Galilee ,
fed the hungry,  fish by the sea .

The drunkard man fills his belly finds himself
brawling in the streets,
anything for a good time ,
for life is always bitter ,
and never sweet .

One light at Christmas man stops to take a look ,
a minute before dying ,
one light is all it took .
a crib a manger one holy babe ,
One saviour  for the dead ,
so man might believe and be saved ,
One holy. Night free from demons and death .
A holy Christ Jesus ,
that rose from Calvery ,
One holy Christ Jesus ,
the same that hung naked on a tree ,
One Holy Christ Jesus ,
died and rose for me .

Just for a moment imagine .
Just for a second ,
no , just for a day..

Just for a thought if for thirty minutes we were of one cell .
What if with one pill and water that life could then vanish and die ?

What if that cell could then become two ,
then out of it ,
Two arms ,
Two legs ,
tiny fingers ,
Tiny thumbs ,
Tiny hands ,
and toes  .
and a little head .
What if that head developed a mind of its own ,
and a consciousness.of its own ,
It's first cry for its mothers milk ,
It would be like a bird breaks forth into song ,
for one piece of bread ,
as the day breaks and clouds move forth to let a rising sun shine as if
for the first time ,
This cradle of life ,
Will one day learn to write , and it's words and thoughts provoke ,
from one cell unite
Just to be alive .

The devil came a knocking ,
he just won’t go away ,
I told him it’s past bedtime,
and a prayer is on its way .

Yet still  he rattles his bones at my door ,
of souls he once cought  ,

and doesn't bother anymore.

Yet here am I all alone ,
with an eye for all the ladies with their pleasant smiles .

With their chandlers they bring ,
to ply me with drink .
For in their music halls they sing .
Sordid songs for a shilling and six ,
and dance on the tables champagne in one hand ,
conducting the choir of the sordid man .

Now mr Charrington a Godly sacred man preaching the Lord ,
the best he could .
Yet the devils bones have still much more to say ,
about the ladies charms that seem here to stay .

So the moral be ( if there be one to tell )
follow the devils bones ,
one way to hell !
But if virtue I hold how honoured I might be ,
to know the king of love Christ Jesus ,
eternally .
And bless the ones that to this day ,
find virtue ,
and goodness spent ,
with Christ Jesus eternally .

And O that old devil may rattle his bones across the gate of his grave
yard all on his own ,
just one thing I pray ,
you won’t turn the light off ,
and leave me alone .
.

I could never love thee more ,
for if I had ever loved her less
then What hope is there. of my bequest ?
And all those things that charmed her most ,
was God the Son and the Holy Ghost.

So beit then the birds that scattered and flapped their wings ,
just as she was about to sing .
When the weevles forgot they had no voice ,
As all the insects and animals drew ever near .
Just for what they were about to hear .

And so the birds had flown to the four corners of the earth
to pick the rarest flowers and weeds .
And so the birds with all their enchanting ways ,

returned with their flowers and weeds ,
and placed them in a basket one by one .
In front of a forever ripening sun .

And so she thanked the finch ,
The blackbird and the

thrush .

But the magpie swooped down and stole her  heart ,
The most beautiful thing that set us apart
Just when I had set out our table for two .
She screamed as that  bird flew
And left that gold trinket in it’s nest of love .
For days it stayed perched above ,
Singing it’s sweet songs of innocence and  love .

And then one day she  flew away ,
and fell in love
With the most enchanting song you ever heard .
The black of the devil ,
The White ,
of God
And now demons and black angels ,
Can be heard flapping madly at my door at what they had heard .
but that voice that once tought my heart to sing
was never heard of again ,
and of that ,
Is the one thing
I
am
sure .
Is that no , no more .
I would ever hear her voice no more

The moth without a sound ,
fell unmercifully to the ground ,
Slayed by giants his fate ,
for all he did was to irritate !

Like King Kong did he fall ,
looked upon by man who stood tall ,
the hand of. whome  like from helicopters bullets

did he fall ,
one of God’s finest creatures laid low ,
the eco systems weeps here below .

They looked at him an insect dead on the ground ,
Mocked and scorned ,
Swotted and death resound  ,
it never made it to a butterfly!
Alas it’s tiny wings will never fly ,
or polonate the flowers of earth ,
or eat the leaves ,
or rest in dark places no man could ever find ,
or dance before the light ,
the moths one and only pure delight .

Only thanks to man ,
who was so unkind .
So God realises the moth from his
earthly domain to replenish the earth again ,
all thanks  to man who smothered
the flame .
For death resides in freielty ,
a fallen world man bends the knee ,
In somber remedy cometh to thee .

My dear friend ,
Let me leave you with the concept of nothing .
No thoughts ,
adjectives , vowels or nouns .
Nothing .
Not a white sheet of paper ,
Just the endless ticking of a clock ,
tick tick .
Then you might begin to understand
The master of what is real ?
For out of nothing comes thought ,
Pictures in your mind .
Then and only then can you start to write .

A bird claws at my window Paine , it's midnight , and squawks for half an hour .
Now the birds in your room ,
You chasten it with a broom to which there is no ending .
But what if there is no room ?
And why is there something rather than nothing ?

Then what if that something was God ?
That entity that like th a poet could bring things to life ?
His word might become flesh ,
So light might overcome the dark .
Then the sun like a bridegroom might rise and in the evening tide set .
Eight hundred and sixty four thousand miles wide ,
Fifteen million Celsius of heat .
Gods champions league ,
his Gold cup .
Earth his paradise .
Like a child leaves his socks on the floor ,
My child's been here before ,
Yet our perverse minds can't see , God s. beauty and majesty .

Blind fold we walk into the night ,
with only selfish thoughts to please ,
Like cowards we shrivel and die ,
and evil a ghost of the light .
Bound it must take flight.
Then pride and greed our selfish need are mounted on stallions of which no man canst tame .
What if a crimson light ,
from a cross of wood speaks like a whisper to a beating heart ?

For the lives of the wicked are but empty ,
And in doing right we suffer long ,
In contemplation of things eternal ,
Is reward in Gods heaven above .

We beat our ******* how rightchous am I ,
God look down on me a sinner .
X

Mans wings on emortal things canst only perish .
For if love were of man it might flicker and die ,
Like a tinder box flame with no oxygen ,
no heat or smouldering Cole could ever give life to this ice , cold ,
Frozen heart .
And where does such sweet parting meet ?
And sorrowful love must end ?
Does it depart , or stay a while my friend ?
Or is love of such sorrow born eternal ,
and if so Blessed by God himself ?
Then feelings and passions rage of which I know not .
Only to love and not be loved with flowers and kisses ,
and romantic candel light moons .
What if love was more ?
To give up the ghost on a friendship or so lament my heart with sorrow
To the kid who s. Mother shunned the gun ,
Bought a guitar and strumed for fun ,
Played sweet songs for Dixie ,
And what that boy heard on the hill only drew him
To the mean streets of Memphis
and the blues came a calling.

' I don't sound like anyone here ' in 54 ,
In the blazin Memphis heat
Came from which rock was born ,
a song for a dime , to play to his mama .

And the ladies went wild ,
and the kid from the shack ,
With a guitar on his back ,
With a swing of his hips ,
and a curl of his lip ,
Bought a house for his Ma'am ,
then money and wealth ,
Took away his health ,
An empty lonely house without Pricilla .
For love that's born of man must perish and die ,
Alone without a flicker .
And three cruel nails ,
To Christ empailed on a tree is proof enough for me ,
that Gods love is eternal.

With seven thousand on each side ,
No man or beast would be spared or butchered alive ,
On England's. green yet ****** field ,
Harold's  soldiers. Would not yeald .
Men standing with corpse still shield to shield , no room to fall into
Fields of blood ,
Williams men yet told the cry ' our King is dead ' so fooled the lie ,
the Saxon hordes. Many advanced , the cry
Harold's. Men butchered like dogs,
Picked out one by one the English line broken ,
And Arrows fair filled the sky's to no man to shield defend ,
Harold's men fell like flys ,
And England's crown alas to foreign field ,
Conquered by Nobel steed ,
and cunning plan .
Now this is not a tale of woe for to foreign field England's lands
did toil ,
But a fairy tale of love .
Actin passed its  dark Saxon foe to boldly go to my miosin ,
And feel the pump inside ,
Again and again they meet tearing fibres as they dance
and proteins and sleep keep the Saxons away,
To shred ,
and bulk ,
and feed this land .
Like every day when dawn will call ,
Run with the foxes ,
hear the call ,
Break down those dark Saxon walls ,
Seven thousand armed with ****** axe ,
But you have actin and Miosin spitting blood for you .
Twenty strong reps ,
And curl and curl ,
There's iron in your blood ,
For those Saxon walls each day must break ,
Pick up your sword each dawn shall take .

A new day ,
a poets dream ,
of poetry yet unseen ,
for without a new day ,
there would be no dreams .
For three years ago a paper died ,
and my poems were born out of such misery came .

Many Oceans of light
Came from the silence that you gave .
And love with all its colours
and all its pretty ways
Spread longingly before my eyes
half Blinded by her sight
they danced as one before me
in radiant sunlight .

How could I have not seen this coming ?
How stupid a man can be
For Then everything turned black ,
and now in darkness ,
she still holds on to me .

Only now she only shows me what I cannot see ,
and not her glorious beauty that once was everything to.me .
when her radiant beauty lay before my eyes .
Spread out like fruits in a basket all layed  out on the grass .
Not withering or  dying ,
but with vibrant colours spread before my eyes .
For at last I find .
How naked in it’s sunlight ,
but how blessed Is the prize .

How blessed is that sunlight ,
when in the dark I can only fantsize.

Don’t let me fall beneath the crack ,
for if I do There’s no way back .
For they are not the happy ones ,
the blessed smiling all knowing ones. .
And if there are times
When nothing works ,
and life is seen as nothing but a curse .
Then read with me just for a while ,
for that alone will make me smile.

There once grew a flower on Salisbury plain ,
the wind blew it ,
the rain fed it ,
the snow let it grow again .
The sheep grazed awaiting their Rams .

The sun rises and sets on each day creeping up on the sleeping village ,
Spinning yarns ,
making houses from hay with tea pots and cake ,
Orchards and fields ,
Meadows and hills ,
cards and shootin* party’s till dawn will soon the evening sun take .

Black menacing clouds evil marched forth ,
a war machine ,
winds of a tyrant where jack boots walked in the east of Europe
Stood their ground .

Now to rumbling sound our little flower lay for Tanks would take this flower away ,
it’s sheep sold for M O D land ,
Knocks on doors reasuring smiles .
From War Generals “ you will. be back some day after Gerry has gone away “
Yes off we marched to fight the war for England and St George .
Our houses and land we will return ,
Pictures and letters left of loved ones we will see again .

Go on a journey far away across fields and land ,
Mountains ravines and hills ,
and each cafe and bridge when you return shall seem forever sweet .
For where you sleep there lay wheat and weeds and bird song to greet the day .

The Church bell still rings for this forgotten town ,
Villagers still remember their loss ,
Of Imbers ghosts of peace and love may haunt the ones  ,
Who first said “yes “ and then said “no “.to love .


W

The sun rose today
Early , behind dark thick clouds ,
If only the cloud had moved ,
Shifted ,
Away ,
Just a glimpse of its golden Ray's would I have seen .
Yet my dark cloud yet bust forth with silver lining ,
And no water it holds anymore , ready to drench
My heart anew .
For that was but yesterday , Christs love now shining through .

Oh this is such a happy morn ,
the grains are ripe and her beauty is bliss ,
for this morning she planted a kiss upon my lips .

O beauty that is as ripe as the day ,
the July morning sun will rise ,
In greatest spender,
before our eyes .

For we shall  lye before it shall appear ,
in fields of sunflowers dancing here .
And you will wear
nothing but a smile ,
for grains were ripened for such a time as this ,
to avail her beauty before my eyes ,
just as the sun is about to rise

I am the star that shines so bright,
that sends true seekers here tonight .

( to be honest it was given to me so here’s to Chennestone infants .)

You spend half an our writting poem and it’s once again lost in a 🙈. Gateway

To all  my lovely followers  thank you
and have a blessed Christmas and New year x

To When was evil born ?
Not out of God for nothing but love and goodness can come ?
Then from Satan a fallen angel didst not God make ?
Then to what ?
Good and evil must then struggle side by side until God alone
decide the White horse rides and evil finds its emortal decent .

T'was early dawn ,
Hannah awoke to cut branches for a fire ,

Wood for the fire ,
a rabbit to catch ,
logs for the fire must crackle and burn ,
crackle and burn
a crakle and burn ,
a noose ,
a trap .
A kiss ,
Skewered above a fire .
A worm gave birth its shell stuck upon an oak  ,
to nestle its young under Crimson tree ,
and suckle them in Crimson love ,
to protect from Wolf and snare .
then die .
Dogs lay in wait circled near ,
the Wolfs cry how far ?
not far away ,
not far away .
Crakle and burn ,
Crakle and burn .
Not far away the wolves and the dogs circled ready to
feel the crack of you're bones ,ripping of you'r flesh for meat .

A horse and cart drew near to bear much apples and plums ,
Pulled up near the fire to ask most kindly to buy ,
not to be in want ,
to be free from his.Master ,
not to owe a penny .

" Come near Hannah said tell me your woe ,
How a rich man can want anything from a good man as yo ?
Take some meat for from it you must eat "
" How kind pray tell me your name that you should be so kind .?"
Go to the castle ,
Go up the hill ,
take this Gold coin from my pouch for there are no ill .,
now go in haste , don't delay and meet me as the sun must rise
twice in one day "

Hannah waited as tears streamed down her eyes ,
how long she would wait two days was her cry .
Two days and yet would he ever return ?
Was the lamb and the rabbit ,
and the time they had shared ,
the promise he made to return a gibe ?

Hannah would wait about the gate ,
behind her Father lie..
What thoughts of grief filled her heart ,
What thoughts her vibrant cry.

She waited two days at the gate she sang a sonnet sweet ,
so strange the thoughts that linger .
If God in all his glory could leave my beloved for the grave ?
if evil thoughts should he poses to steal his heart from me "

Sunday's Easter dawn at last drew nigh as if Saturday's sky
Knew not why ?
It was as if Lord Monck and Prince Ruperts men's fleet of ships
sailed the high seas and save England's shores again .
As Soon appose my darling love rattle his cart in all but love ,
Into his arms I would but lay as Saturday's dark toil was but
One dark day .
Then as the Sun in all its splendour rose  ,
how sweet the blackbird sang .
Then hand in hand took their pews ,
Hymn books raise to Easter hymns songs of love .

The worm had now dead its shell turned to white ,
Our sin as once was crimson red had now been turned to snow ,
an empty tomb ,
an Angels watch .












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Pink lipstick you painted on you’re lips today ,
and a smile that never quite went away .
And so you called me by name ,
the least of my prize ,
for what was once dear to me ,
was broken inside .
In my dream we walked as lanterns gave way ,
to the sun by day ,
who no longer had time to play ,
only hide and seek with the moon .

Now the sun gave way to a deeper blue ,
of which only reminded me of you .
You're kiss under a deeper sky ,
on a moonless night that some how never bothered you .

Yet here you are staring into space ,
like you had almost forgotten my face !
and all I wanted was a deeper blue ,
one that could only remind me of ,
you

When. Summer.s. evenings. fall. ,
And leaves. Of. Green turn to gold ,
and fires. In haths are stoked ,
and the sun gets lazy , .
Darkness steals its. Light .
Then  The churches are full ,
and each voice sings herolds. Winter and gusts. Of hale . ,
In hymns of thankfulness to God for a harvest .
Tins piled high for those in need are never to be forgotten .
A sermon on stones and seeds and chaff blown by the wind ,
Only then
The harvester will call .
Ring the bell
When in your beds ,
Or walking home
On rocky soil  don't. stay ,
For in  the spring we dance and forget we sow out seeds for  another day
For on stones like chaff ,
Lay seeds on rocks ,
and gravel get blown away .
by hale and gale ,
Wind and rain
Like time will pass.
And what was lost ,
Can never be gathered
When the harvester draws near.

A noring pain ,
I know so well between my tooth and gum,
did flossing try and many pills to quench this pain did I .
So off I went to see a man in white coat and kindly smile ,
to sit down in my dentists chair to relax and watch the world go by .
" it will have. to come out that there is no doubt the nice man said with a grin .
The sergeon s here have no fear open wide so I can begin .
Now pull he said to his assistant nurse this won't take long at all ,
It's a sergical procedure .
Now spit and swill here's some wool this won't take very long ,
There's a good boy your doing well it's out now ,
all wrapped up in a commemorative box for your mantelpiece above
the fire ,"
" Oh thanks " I said between my gum so raw it should be on a slab .
So home I went all wrapped in cotton wool ,
with blood pouring down ,
and cotton wool biting down such a brave boy I know .

Two days in bed how long I've spent. With a straw and soup and
day time tv ,
It's a sergical procedure they said boy did those words comfort me .
Still I bite  with all my might and tablets and straws at hand ,
Then one day the pain did go no more soup straw and pills ,
Be kind to your dentist ,
Just sit back and relax and open wide next time the dentist shall call

Now amugst the crashing of the waves ,
and the calls of seagulls true and brave ,
Iying in the sea ,
about to take a nap ,
lies a sea turtle enjoying the tankards sailing by ,
as the afternoon sun rises to meet its cloudless blue ,

all of a sudden without due thought ,
or care ,
or a tidderly doo   ,
for if he had ,
would not have bothered you .
A brown ***** who had flown off course looked for direction,
from the shell of a sea turtles back .

.” Excuse me my friend I’m taking a nap ,
Please be so kind not to sit on my back “

The ***** bird said nothing in reply ,
not a swork ,
or an eek or a  “ soon ile be back “

For the rain forests are burning ,
and the skies are filled with smoke ,
and the seas are filled with plastic ,
and I’m ready to croak “
To be honest dear turtle I don’t give a dam ,
I’m looking for trees that form some dry land ,”
for all I can see ,
are tankards filled with oil ,
and cans and plastic in the sea  man can’t destroy “

Look said the turtle whom just wanted to rest ,
The Greta fleet are sailing to harbours to save ,
whist world leaders shut parliament,
ready to dig out our graves .
Oh look there goes a wet wipe ,
a can of empty coke ,  
takeaway cartons ,
an empty bottle with a note ,
* please if found return to shore ,
the ***** bird picked it up ,
then threw it back once more ,
said “ romance is dead “
for the little girl waiting won’t ever write back .


For at the end of the night  ,
when all have gone home in search of a better day ,
Fly tippers leave their waste on toxic land to decay ,
and we breath in their fumes as best we can .

Lost in a gateway ?
You have gone by by words I won’t be long