Old Mother Sea,
she reflects me,
her colours are my moods.
On a good day,
we sparkle - together

Greater Spotted High Street
looking very glum,
people treading everyday
on other people's gum.
Why ever do they do it?
Can't they find a bin ?
if they need to spit their gum out,
that's what to spit it in.
Instead we walk on pavements
covered in white spots.
It is a filthy habit,
so stop, s t o p , S T O P!

pink hearse.
cold winters day.
celebrating a life
obviously well-lived.

God bless.

To make it better,
first it must get worse,
so piles of rubble
beside the road
will one day be transformed
- or not as the case may be -
in the relentless
march of progress.
Perhaps.
Maybe.
Hopefully.
One day .

Go out there.
Breathe the air.
Hear the birds.
Be deaf to
a harsh world.
Every day is a blessing.
Just ask the dead.
          
                    They know!

We always do our best
but it never seems enough,
the cost of living rises
and times are very tough,
we try to make ends meet,
cut back where we can,
yet bit by bit our savings
are going down the pan.
I don't know how we'll manage,
but manage we simply must,
even though we ask ourselves
how long till we're bust?

Bob you found your way to James
who took you in
and cared for you.
You were two souls who were lost
that needed to meet  so you could
shape your future together.
You helped one another
through the storm
and found your way to the rainbow.
Your story is an inspiration
- a tonic in these troubled times,
living proof that resilience is common
across all species combined
and, when you hit your lowest note,
the only thing to do
is aim high,
because sometimes,
we need to be in the dark
before we can appreciate
the light.