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Yesterdays pain is following you
sits on your shoulder 'n don't set you free.
Took the wrong footin n stepped down on those,
lookin thru eyes that di'n't want to see.

We is diff'rent in colour
but skin an' blood just the same.
I am filled up wit' anger,
you is covered in shame.

Scared to look back
at hist'ry past
unable to turn from
what you wanted to last.

Tortured and toubled,
when it came to the clinch
you bought us along
an' introduced Mistuh Lynch.

To you Mistuh Whitey
we ar' lower than low,
Mistuh Blacky does the t'ings
that you don't want to know.

I belongs to the man,
just like-the dogs.
There for pickin' the crop
an' choppin' the logs.

Yesterdays pain's not goin' nowhere
It's stickin to you all o' the way.
Fo' the evil yo' done 'tis stayin' right there.
Never t' move, never t' sway.

Yeah yest'days pain is followin you
it sits on yo' shoulder 'n it won't set you free.
Cos you took the wrong footin' an' stepped down on those,
while starin' thru blind eyes that don't want t' see.
8th April 2016.
Dec 2015 · 711
Devils Device
Division is the tool to try
when all you want is fear.
They relish that we're paranoid,
and thrive upon our tears.

Hoping we'll turn our anger out
and rise in arms to strike
at those whom we can hate and doubt
at those we don't look like.

It fuels those who would aim for more,
those whose scruples are unjust,
those who seek a favoured war,
with trepidation and broken trust.

Mislead and swindling Holy writ,
coercing faith to poisons tool.
With hope from those so full of ****
must gain endearment from the fool.

Whatever your religion be
don't let them speak in your name
cause then the light we'll never see
and they will win their game.
The devil can cite scripture for his own purpose.
“William Shakespeare” The Merchant of Venice.

Dec 15th 2015
© Copyright Christopher K Bayliss 2014
Oct 2015 · 2.4k
The Big Boys
I really think
that it is just a sin.
That when there is trouble
The Big Boys join in.

They all come across
saying that they'll make a change
and then somebodys World
they will then rearange.

The US and Russia
along with us Brits
don't want it that way
so we blow it to bits.

We give guns to him,
supply arms to another.
Then we sit back and watch
as Brother kills Brother.

Who are we to guide?
Who are we to preach.
When we cling on to their assets
like a blood ******* leach.

We should leave others alone
till our own house is done,
yet we watch as our schools
become run by the gun.

Where now it's the norm
to be shot as we learn,
just as long as big commerce
is able to earn.

Those who should know better
don't know how to behave
Happy to see
another Child in a Grave.

So you Big Boys go elsewhere
because it's well known
that if you come to play
you come armed with a Drone.

While you're sitting back
comfy in your armchair.
You can relentlessly ****
from a place that's not there.

Then when you pull the plug
and remove your devices
we are faced with a problem
of people making bad choices.

We have made problems worse!
We have let people down
and when we get a world crisis
we'll react with a frown.

We don't want them here.
They cannot go there.
A whole host of humanity
who is welcome Nowhere.

We created this problem!
We created this way.
So in the future
keep The Big Boys away.
3rd October 2015
© Copyright Christopher K Bayliss 2014
Jul 2015 · 3.2k
Dixieland Chant
Beat the rhythm
empty hand,
Iron cast chains
rattles command.

Ol' Boss Hogg,
baton raised
Self righteous fool
has need of praise.

In order that
he gain acclaim,
thinks with hate,
acts with shame.

Human beings,
commodity,
ships hold stacked
with those once free.

Bodies piled
upon high
you will not see
the strong ones die.

Scars embedded
on their backs
chained and shackled
to the racks.

We deal in branded
breathing stock,
Unload black vassal
from our docks.

Beat the rhythm
empty hands.
Iron cast chains
in far off lands.

We keep our skivvy,
wired hair blacks.
We work them hard,
we score their backs.

They do for us,
they work the field.
Grow the cotton,
pick the yield.

Keep the body,
take the mind.
Labour whatever's
left behind.

And if demeanour
does ever flinch.
We'll introduce you
Willie Lynch.

Beat the rhythm.
Empty hands
Iron cast chains.
Unfair demands.

Beat the rhythm,
shackled feet.
We take their worst
but can't be beat.
Anybody know who Willie Lynch was? Anybody? Raise your hand. No one? He was a vicious slave owner in the West Indies. The slave-masters in the colony of Virginia were having trouble controlling their slaves, so they sent for Mr. Lynch to teach them his methods. The word "lynching" came from his last name. His methods were very simple, but they were diabolical. Keep the slave physically strong but psychologically weak and dependent on the slave master. Keep the body, take the mind.  (Melvin B Tolson)

19th  July 2015
© Copyright Christopher K Bayliss 2014
Jul 2015 · 8.5k
Josiah Jack
Josiah Jack
never uttered a sound
when they dragged him away
from the scene.
when his poor body
was eventually found,
the treatment endured,
had been mean.

With no tongue in his head
they had left him for dead.

With a month
on his back,
he did indeed
contemplate.
Only sin
“he was black”
hence forth
this weary state.

They attacked in the night,
hooded and white.

All in all
he was
lucky
to be
breathing at all,
all because
he was plucky,
all because
he stood tall.

A ***** they said
should lower his head.

Were they hooded
for fear?
Were they hooded
in shame?
Most likely,
once covered,
they could hide
of their name.

If things were so right,
why hide out of sight?

Bravery isn't
a word for the ****,
Cowards,
this word comes to mind.
Bravery comes
when there's only one man,
not one
with ten more stood behind.

I will strike in a pack
with someone watching my back.

Their plan
was to ****,
this man
Josiah Jack.
Perhaps they
get a thrill
when someone
cannot fight back.

They get real loud
when they join with the crowd.

Josiah
knew well
that if he
raised a hand
his kin folk
would feel hell
from this
unruly band.

So he did not fight
but gave in to his plight.

They think
they were hidden
beneath that
white hood,
Josiah's hearing
is sound
and his
memory is good.

So when things are forgot,
he will take of his lot.

That's exactly
what happened,
as they lay
in their bed.
The flames hurled
with fury
the sky
filled with red.

This man barbequed them like fish on a rack
and no one put it down to Josiah Jack.
13th July 2015
© Copyright Christopher K Bayliss 2014
Jul 2015 · 2.7k
Bloody Elevator
I walk across the landing
and through the double doors
and aim towards the lift shaft,
that's where I'm going, of course.

It's as if it hears my footsteps
and needs no company
as that old elevator
shoots down to level 3.

Every single morning
as I approach its doors
it disappears pretty quick
down to those lower floors.

I swear it sees me coming
and doesn't like the look
so as I rush to hitch a ride
the **** thing slings its hook.

The doors are on a system,
computerised I read.
But whenever I get near them
they change the ****** speed.

I stand alone here waiting
and it just isn't fair
'cause I am stuck up here
when I want to be down there.

It speeds down to the bottom
and sits on the ground floor
you can here it taunting you
with the movements of the door.

Then after what seems ages
it gradually starts to rise
giving me some hope at last
as I can hear the noise.

Then it makes a pit stop
at another floor
and seems to take forever
to open and close its door.

Each and every level
seems to get a viewing
as if it wants to **** some time,
with my mind it is *******.

And then it reaches the sixth floor
as if it is my saviour
and finally opens up the doors
as if it's doing a favour.

It seems as if this machine
requires me to stalk
so now I've found the stairwell
and instead I'm going to walk.
9th July 2015
© Copyright Christopher K Bayliss 2014
This is a True Story of one elevators aim to cause me STRIFE!
Jul 2015 · 1.4k
Payback Planet
The man said look there
and the skies went red,
He pointed directly
as the many fell dead.

Is this now his quiet
words added in.
The legacy from
a world full of sin.

A long, long, long,
time ago it is said.
Even before humanity
ever raised it's head.

The world had a soul,
the tempo was nice.
In fact it was
a real paradise.

Simple creatures knew
that life was rough.
They also knew when
enough was enough.

And although they
sometimes had to ****
it was just to survive.
Never for the thrill.

That curse came later
and when it began
the name of this curse,
the arrival of man.

And so it has gone
millennia has past
and the world that we've ruined
is not going to last.

So here it starts,
plagues on the street.
And people are falling
down dead at my feet.

Trying to run,
driving their car
but with nowhere to go
they will not get to far.

They mistreated this planet
they maligned this place
and now this planet earth
is looking them in the face.
5th July 2015
© Copyright Christopher K Bayliss 2014
Jul 2015 · 914
A Letter to David
Dear Mr Cameron, what are you trying to do,
you are getting rid of soldiers by score.
You are turning "Good Old Blighty"
into Europe's private Loo.
and on the side you want us all to go to war.

With the cut-backs,
will they get there.  
Do we know if they can swim
                         Perhaps ask your mate OBAMA                         
may let them ride with him.

It seems that you "Prime Minister"
forget who pays your wage
You want to spend those Billions
on a brand new railway line
                                          
You will save, what, 30 minutes
which is really not an age
But like many of your policy's
you'll very likely change your mind.  

I find a piece of paper
would help you without a doubt
If the things you write seem stupid
                           when you read                                  
and the figures don't look viable
                 you could always rub them out                  
This would then leave lots of money
for the things we really need.    

Didn't anybody tell you
when you did first get the     job                                                                  ­                                                       That "for" the British people
                                   you are meant to do some good.                                  
Not to make the poor get poorer
                and be forced to go and rob .              
Should we re-employ that man
called Robin Hood.      

Get a grip I say to you,
do yourself a favour.                                                          ­                                                        Perhaps staying in this country        
you may not lose out to Labour.          

You penalize the unemployed
who cannot get a job.                        
But for the rich
you keep the taxman from their door
and for your mate the banker you
will save him a few bob.                                                             ­     
How about some time and effort
aimed a little more at the poor.  

We all know what Obama
really does expect from you,      
but remember every now and then
it's good to tell him, No.                                                              ­                 You don't have to walk behind him
doing what he wants you to.    
It would be nice if you politely
could tell him where to go.      

Also!
Brussels cannot rule
this country any longer.                                                          ­                           Who do they think they are making
all these stupid rules.          
Whilst we weaken this UK
they get stronger every day,  
do they forget we won a war
and we are far from being fools.    

I do hope "Mr Cameron"                                                         ­           
you might think about today        
and contemplate upon the issues
that I and others raise.          
Then instead of pleasing Europe
and the good old USA,                          
you might keep that job of yours and
warrant a little praise.
A poem that was included in earlier anthologies. Written when David Cameron won his first term as Prime Minister and just after the failure of the then Conservative government to take our troops into Syria after the Labour party voted them down.
May 2015 · 1.1k
Old Leather Bound Book
I picked up that old
leather bound book
and realise the journey
as I sit here and look,

I feed on the narrative
with newly wide eyes,
I look forward to words
that will thrill and surprise.

The story progresses
as continuous phrases
set characters free
with each turn of the pages.

Personality's form
the more that I read
and the more that I see
then the more that I need.

My mind is awash
with this tale in my mind
as I continuously
leave the real world behind.

Lost in a new place,
succumbed by an age,
entranced by the images
that leap from the page.

This old leather bound book
fights a war that is won
for I cannot put it down
till this journey is done.
14th May 2015
© Copyright Christopher K Bayliss 2014
May 2015 · 3.1k
Mr Nice Guy
A busy man, a real nice gent.
Its often said of me.
Hard working and of good intent.
I would not disagree.

My work is of such an importance.
Skilled beyond my years am I.
Requiring such diligence.
Without that, many poor could die.

Skill is gained by repetition.
Practice must be sought.
My weekend is an expedition.
Where ladies of the night are bought.

In the darkness no applause.
An operation I attend.
Lying here without her drawers.
Her life suddenly at end.

I only take the parts I need.
That’s all I ever do
I am not here to sow my seed.
To my wife I am true.

But dangers lurk round every bend.
They have it in for me.
And so this exercise must end.
So much for liberty.
4 May 2005
© Copyright Christopher K Bayliss 2014
May 2015 · 649
Jack the Lad
They call me Jack! A Jack the Lad
a man who likes to go out late.
I must confess that I'm a cad
and often seen in Aldegate.

Whitechapel and Spittlefield
are other locations I frequent.
Tis where I often draw my yield
and nay for that I'll not lament.

Inspired by my ill repute,
repugnant chanting of my name,
I'll seek and find a *******,
commencing to secure my fame.

Reference books cannot advise
what two skilled hands can show.
Exacting cuts when I excise,
instructing where my blade doth flow.

My first, Miss Nichols, I recall,
whom blinded by the lure of coin,
into my clutches she did fall
and she, I did indeed refine.

Chapman then I did impress
with incision so demanding.
Nothing taken to excess
an ***** now made outstanding.

Stride and Eddowes in one night
but fortune demanded I should race.
Though well presented to the light,
embarrassment is my disgrace.

My final lady played the game,
Miss Kelly whom at my insistence.
She alone recoiled my fame,
my very own Piece de Resistance.
4 May 2005
© Copyright Christopher K Bayliss 2014
Apr 2015 · 611
The reason that we try!
How could we explain our plight
to someone who's a stranger
when they can see so clearly
how we put ourselves in danger.

Of course we feel anxiety
and struggle with the doubt,
for we could die on this journey
but at least we're getting out.

And out, is our priority,
out, is what we strive.
Getting out is probably
what keeps us all alive.

Because if this was not an option
and we could not at least try
we might as well just dig a grave
and lie down and wait to die.

So we pay malignant couriers
to float us out to sea,
we take this dangerous consequence
and what will be, will be.

Our journey is horrific
and many of us die,
but the alternative to staying here
is the reason that we try.
I can only try to imagine how somebody could take themselves and their families through the horrors that we see so many go through in this world. Thousands have this year made the crossing of the seas towards Italy with disastrous effects. Where is the European Union now???
© Copyright Christopher K Bayliss 2014
Mar 2015 · 1.9k
Hard Road
B l i s t e r i n g   f e e t ,  
w o r n   d o w n   t o   t h e   b o n e .
H a d   t o   m a k e   m y   e s c a p e .
T h e y   w o n ? t   l e a v e   u s   a l o n e .

T h e y   b e a t   a n d   t h e y   w h i p p e d  m e
T o   t h e   e d g e   o f   m y   l i f e .
E v e n   b e a t i n g   m y   C h i l d r e n
A n d   R a p i n g   m y   w i f e .

I f   w e   r e t a l i a t e .
I t   w o r s e n s   o u r   p a i n .
A n d   a f t e r   t h e y   b e a t   u s .
T h e y   b e a t   u s   a g a i n .

T h e y   b e l i e v e   i n   t h e i r   h e a r t .
W e   a r e   r e a l l y   n o   g o o d .
A n d   t o   d i e   f o r   t h e i r   c a u s e .
I s   t o   d o   w h a t   w e   s h o u l d .

P e o p l e   a r e   D y i n g .
A l l   o v e r   t h e   p l a c e .
B u t   t o   t h o s e   t h a t   d o   k i l l .
W e   d o   n o t   h a v e   a   f a c e .

O u r   o n l y   d e f e n c e .
I s   h o w   f a s t   w e   c a n   r u n .
T r y i n g   t o   e l u d e .
W h a t   t h e i r   b u l l e t s   h a v e   d o n e .

S o   w e   r u n   f o r   o u r   l i f e .
L o t s   d o   n o t   g e t   a w a y .
T h e   u l t i m a t e   p r i c e .
I s   w h a t   t h e y   w i l l   p a y .

I   w i l l   w a l k   t o   t h e   e n d .
T r y   t o   f i n d   a   n e w   l i f e .
A w a y   f r o m   t h i s   h o r r o r .
T h i s   t u r m o i l ,   t h i s   s t r i f e .

F i n d   s o m e w h e r e   t h a t ? s   g o o d .
L e a v e   t h i s   h e l l   f a r   b e h i n d .
S o m e w h e r e   I   c a n   m i x .
W i t h   t h o s e   p e a c e f u l   a n d   k i n d .

W h e r e   I   w a l k   d o w n   t h e   s t r e e t .
A n d   I   d o n ? t   h a v e   t o   c r y .
A t   t h e   p o i n t   o f   a   g u n .
B e c a u s e   I   d o   a n n o y .

J u s t   f o r   b e i n g   a   m a n .
J u s t   f o r   b e i n g   a l i v e .
J u s t   f o r   w a n t i n g   t o   n o t .
J u s t   t o   h a v e   t o   s u r v i v e .

S o   I ? m   l e a v i n g   t h i s   l a n d .
T h e   l a n d   o f   m y   k i n d .
A n d   a l l   m y   p o s s e s s i o n s .  
I   a m   l e a v i n g   b e h i n d .

I n   t h e   h o p e   f o r   a   p l a c e .
W h e r e   w e   c a n   f i n d   s o m e   p e a c e .
N o t   m u r d e r   a n d   h a t e .
F r o m   e l e c t e d   t h i e f .

W h e r e   s t a r v a t i o n   a n d   d r o u g h t .
I s   n o t   w o r s e n e d   b y   t h r e a t .
A n d   a  p l a c e   w h e r e  m y   l i f e
D o e s  n o t   e d g e   o n   a   b e t .

I   c a n   n o   l o n g e r   l i v e  h e r e .
S o o n e r   t o   d i e .
S o  i ' m  w a l k i n g   a w a y .
N o   m o r e   l i v i n g   a   l i e .

S o   o f f   I   w i l l   b e .
B a r e   h e a t   o r   b a r e   c o l d
H a v i n g   t o   t r a v e l .
W i t h   a l l   I   c a n   h o l d .

T h i s   p a c k a g e   o f   m o r s e l s .
H o w   t h e y   m a k e   u s   l i v e .
W e   h a v e   n o t h i n g   t o   o w n ,  
W e   h a v e   n o t h i n g   t o   g i v e .

S o   m y   o p t i o n s   a r e   e a s y .
A   c h a n g e   I   a m   t r y i n g .
E i t h e r   g e t   b u s y   l i v i n g .
O r   g e t   b u s y   d y i n g.
26 March 2015
© Copyright Christopher K Bayliss 2014
Mar 2015 · 682
Learning Curve
U p   w i t h   t h e   b i r d i e s .
O u t   w i t h   t h e   l a r k s .
W a l k i n g   t h e   s t r e e t s .
T r e k k i n g   t h e   p a r k s .

F i n d i n g   a   r a t h e r .
S u i t a b l e   p l a c e .
B e g g i n g   f o r   m o n e y .
T h i s   i s   m y   d i s g r a c e .

N o   h o m e   I   c a n   s p e a k   o f .
U n l e s s   I   b r e a k   s o m e   l o c k s .
S o   m y   e v e n i n g s   I   s p e n d .
I n   t h i s   o l d   c a r d b o a r d   b o x .

A t   t i m e s   I   g e t   h o m e s i c k .
M o s t   n i g h t s   I   s o b .
W h a t   h a v e   I   b e c o m e .
A   d o w n   a n d   o u t   s l o b .

I   d r e a m t   o f   t h i s   E n g l a n d .
T h i s   p l a c e   t h e y   w o u l d   g i v e .
M o n e y   t o   s p e n d .
A   n i c e   p l a c e   t o   l i v e .

P i c k i n g   u p   b u t - e n d s .
W h e n   I   w a n t   a   s m o k e .
M y   t o i l e t s   a   b u s h .
T h i s   i s n ? t   a   j o k e .

I   f o u g h t   t o   g e t   h e r e .  
T h i s   l a n d   t h a t   I   s e e .
N o   o t h e r   p l a c e .
W h e r e   I   w a n t e d   t o   b e .

T h o s e   r a c i s t   c o m m e n t s .
W a t e r   o f f   a   d u c k s   b a c k .
D r u g   d e a l e r s   a r e   r i f e  a n d
P o l i c i n g   i s   s l a c k .

B u t   w h e n   y o u r   i l l e g a l .
Y o u   c a n t   p i c k   u p   t h e   p h o n e .
Y o u r   p r o b l e m s   y o u   h a v e  
  y o u  m u s t  d e a l   w i t h   a l o n e .

I   w i s h   I   h a d   n e v e r .
B e l i e v e d   a l l   t h e   c r a p .
T h e n   I   w o u l d n ? t   b e   h e r e .
I n   t h i s   a w f u l   t r a p .

I   l o o k   e v e r y d a y .
F o r   a   w o m a n   t o   s h a r e .
T o   m a k e   m e   a l l   l e g a l .
T h e n   I   s h a l l   n o t   c a r e .

W a l k   a r o u n d  h a p p y .
N o   m o r e   t o   s o b .
G o   w h e r e   I   l i k e .
G e t  a  r e a l   j o b .

I f   t h i s   d o e s   c o n t i n u e.
T h e   s t r e e t s   I   m u s t   r o a m .
I ' l l  r o b   a   r i c h   w h i t e   m a n .
B u y   a   t i c k e t   h o m e .

A n d   n e v e r   a g a i n .
W i l l   I   e v e r   r e t u r n .
A   l e s s o n   i n   l i f e .
I   h a v e   f a s t   c o m e  t o  l e a r n .
24th March 2015
© Copyright Christopher K Bayliss 2014
Mar 2015 · 695
Mr Wrong
J a c k   t h e   R i p p e r ,  
A K A ,  
T h e   L e a t h e r   A p r o n
r o a m s   t h i s   p l a c e .
A n d   h e r e ' s   a    g e n t  
d e a r   S i r   o r   M a ' a m  
w i t h   w h o m   y o u  
w o n ' t   w a n t  " f a c e   t o   f a c e " .

T o   m e e t   o r   g r e e t  
o n  a  q u i e t   s t r e e t  
m a y   n o t   b e  
s u c h   a   w i s e   i n t a k e .
F o r  i f   y o u   s h o u l d  
I  t h i n k  t h a t  y o u    
w i l l   r e a l i s e   a   b i g   m i s t a k e .

H e  i s   w e l l   r e n o w n  
b y   S c o t l a n d   Y a r d  
f o r   b e i n g   q u i t e  
a   d a n g e r o u s   l a d .
F o r   s u r e l y   h e ' l l  
m a r k   y o u r   c a r d  
a n d   o n c e   h e   h a s  
y o u   w o n t   b e   g l a d .

H e   w a l k s   t h e   t o w n  
b e f o r e   y o u r   e y e s ,  
n o - o n e   l i v i n g  
k n o w s   h i s   f a c e .
P e r h a p s   h e   i s  
o n e   o f   t h e   b o y s  
o r   s e l l s   f r u i t  
i n   t h e   M a r k e t   P l a c e .

H e   m a y  h a v e   m e a s u r e d  
y o u   f o r   a   s u i t .  
C u t   y o u r   h a i r  
o r   s h a v e d   y o u r   c h i n .
O r   t a u g h t   y o u r   c h i l d  
t o   p l a y   t h e   f l u t e .  
O r   l i s t e n e d  
a s   y o u   c o n f e s s   a   s i n .  

B u r i e d   a   m e m b e r  
o f   y o u r   c l a n .  
O r   b a k e d   y o u r   b r e a d .  
A   f a m i l y   m a n .  
T h e   s h o p   k e e p e r  
w h o   s e r v e s   y o u r   n e e d
b y   s e l l i n g   y o u  
y o u r   f a m i l y   f e e d .  

Y o u r   B r o t h e r   i n   l a w  
o r   U n c l e   s u c h .  
T h e   h u s b a n d  
t h a t   y o u   l o v e   s o   m u c h .
T h e   l o c a l   b o b b y  
o n   t h e   b e a t .  
H e   c o u l d   b e  
a n y o n e  y o u   m e e t .

P e r h a p s   i t s   s a f e r  
t o   s t a y   h o m e ,  
h a v e   n o - o n e   t h e r e
j u s t   b e   a l o n e .  
H o l d   y o u r   b r e a t h  
w h e n   d o o r   d o e s   k n o c k .  
K e e p i n g  y o u r s e l f  s a f e  
b e h i n d   t h e   l o c k .

N e v e r   l e a v i n g ,  
s e c u r e     i n s i d e ,  
w i t h   e v e r y   n o i s e  
j u s t   r u n   a n d   h i d e .
O r   t a k e   y o u r   c h a n c e
o u t   o n   t h e   s t r e e t  
b u t   f e a r   o f   e v e r y o n e   y o u   m e e t .

S o   k e e p   y o u r   e y e s  
a n d   e a r s   a w a r e .  
A n   a w k w a r d   l o o k  
a   w e a r y   s t a r e .
F o r   a l l   c o u l d   b e  
s e t   i n   h i s   s i g h t  
w h e n   w e   w a l k   o u t  
  i n t o   t h e   n i g h t .

P e r h a p s   a   c h a n c e  
w e   h a v e   t o   t a k e  
i f   f r e e d o m   i s  
t h e   c h o i c e  y o u   m a k e .
J u s t   h o p e  
a s   y o u r   l i f e   d r a g s   a l o n g   ,  
t h a t  M r   R i g h t ' s
n o t   M r   W r o n g .
24th March 2015
© Copyright Christopher K Bayliss 2014
Mar 2015 · 909
Japanese Disaster
T h r o w n ,   n o t   o n l y   l i t e r a l l y   b u t   b a c k   i n t o  
a n o t h e r   t i m e .
I   a m   a   y o u n g   m a n   o n c e   m o r e .  
A n   e y e   w i t n e s s   t o   a   m a n   m a d e   s h r i n e .
D e a t h   w e a l d s   i t s   s i c k l e   w i t h   u n e n d i n g   s c o r e .
A r m a g e d d o n .   T h e y   d i d   s t r i v e .
W i t h o u t   p r e j u d i c e   o r   r e m o r s e .
T h a t   A u g u s t   d a y   i n   4 5 .
T h a t   s e t   t h e   W o r l d   o n   o t h e r   C o u r s e .

L i t t l e   B o y   c a m e   t o   p l a y .
D e l i v e r e d   b y   E n o l a   G a y .

N o w   a n   o l d   a n d   f r a i l   b e i n g .
R e m i n d e d   o f   t h o s e   d a y s   a t   w a r .
N e v e r   i n   w i l d e s t   n i g h t m a r e s   s e e i n g
O r   t e r r o r i s e d   f l a s h b a c k   a t   o u r   d o o r .  
L e s s o n s   o f   w a r   w e   m u s t   d e r i v e .
T h r o u g h   w i l d e s t   d r e a m s   o r   r e f l e c t i o n .
C o u l d,   n o t   c o n s i d e r ,  o r   a t   t h i s   a r r i v e .
C o u l d   n e v e r   t h i n k   o f   t h i s   c o n n e c t i o n .
  
T h e   e n t i r e   f a t e   o f   a   n a t i o n .
C o n s u m e d   b y   M a n '? s   A n n i h i l a t i o n .

T h e   p a s t   g o n e ,   r e a l i t y   o n c e   a g a i n .  
U n t i m e l y   c o n n e c t i o n   o f   T e c t o n i c   p l a t e .
E a r t h q u a k e   a n d   T s u n a m i   r e i g n
D e v o u r   u s   w h i l s t   w e   l i v e   a n d   w a i t .  
H a b i t a t i o n ,   d e s t r u c t i o n ,   a b o m i n a t i o n   a l l  
a r o u n d .
T o r r e n t s   t r a n s p i r e   a t t a c k s   e x p r e s s   .  
C o n c e s s i o n s   o f   a   D e v i l s   p l a y g r o u n d .    
W i t h o u t   c o n s c i e n c e .   W i t h o u t   d i g r e s s

T o r n   a p a r t   i n   d e v a s t a t i o n .  
C o n s u m e d   b y   N a t u r e s   A n n i h i l a t i o n .

T h e   t o l l   e x t r e m e ,   t h e   c o s t   i m m e n s e .
C o n f u s i o n   e n - m a s s .
D i s i l l u s i o n m e n t   f r e q u e n t l y ,   s o   i n t e n s e .
W o n d e r i n g   i f   t h i s   w i l l   e v e r   p a s s .
W i l l   w e   e v e r   s e e   r e m i s s i o n .
M o m e n t s   c h a n g e d   d r a m a t i c a l l y .
A l l   f i l m e d   i n   g l o r i o u s   H i g h   D e f i n i t i o n .
A n d   s c r e e n e d   f o r   a l l   t h e   W o r l d   t o   s e e .
  
T h i s   P l a n e t .   T h i s   W o r l d .   T h i s   E a r t h   w e  
k n o w .  
S u r e l y   o u r   m o s t   f o r m i d a b l e   f o e .
19th March 2015
From the mind-set of someone who lived through the Atom Bomb and a second disaster, that of the Tsunami of 2011
Mar 2015 · 972
Tragic Dreamer
S h e   h a d   d r e a m t   o f   i t   a l l   o f   h e r   l i f e .
O n e   d a y   h e r   j o y   t o   b e   a   w i f e .
A   l i t t l e   g i r l   w i t h   w o n d e r s   t o   f a c e .
S o   l o v i n g .
S o   k i n d .
S u c h   a   w o n d r o u s   c h i l d .

P l a y i n g   f o r e v e r   a l l   a l o n e .
P l a s t i c   c h i l d r e n   n o w ,   o n e   d a y   h e r   o w n .  
A   l i t t l e   g i r l   l o v e   w o u l d   b e   h e r   g o a l .
S u c h   l o v e .  
S u c h   k i n d n e s s .
S u c h   a   w o n d r o u s   c h i l d . .

I s o l a t e d .   A   l o n e l y   l i t t l e   m i s s .
W i t h   a   c h i l d h o o d   o f   p r a c t i c e .
A i m s   s e t   a t   s u c h   a   t e n d e r   a g e .
S o   m u c h   l o v e   t o   g i v e .
S o   m u c h   k i n d n e s s   t o   s h a r e .
S u c h   a   w o n d r o u s   c h i l d .

Y e a r s   r o l l e d   a l o n g   s o   f a s t .
T h e   m a n   o f   h e r   d r e a m s   a r r i v e d   a t   l a s t .
F i n a l l y   h e r   d r e a m s   w e r e   r e a l i z e d .  
I n   l o v e   w i t h   h i m .
H i m   s o   k i n d .  
S u c h   a   w o n d r o u s   h e r o .

S o   h a p p y   a n d   s o   c o n t e n t .
W a s   h e a v e n   s e n t   o n   a   p l a t e .
A   w e d d i n g   t o   b e a t   t h e m   a l l .
T h e y   l o v e d .
K i n d r e d   s p i r i t s .
S u c h   a   w o n d e r f u l   m a r r i a g e .

T h e   n e w s   w i p e d   a w a y   h e r   d r e a m s .
H e r   m e m o r i e s   w e r e   a l l   e x t r e m e s .
W o n d e r i n g   w h a t   s h e   h a d   d o n e .  
H e   l o v e d   t o   r o a m .
W a s   k i n d   t o   o t h e r s .
S u c h   w a s   h i s   d e m e a n o u r .

  C h i l d l e s s   w a s   t o   b e   h e r   r o l e .
T h e   b e a t i n g s   h a d   t a k e n   a   t o l l .
H e   h a d   t a k e n   a w a y   h e r   d r e a m s .
Y e t   s h e   s t i l l   l o v e d   h i m .
K i n d n e s s   n o   m o r e .
S h e   w a s   s u c h   a   w o n d r o u s   t a r g e t .

W a r n i n g s   h a d   g o n e   a s t r a y .
F r o m   f r i e n d s   s h e   h a d   h i d   a w a y .
S t i l l   u n a b l e   t o   w a l k   a w a y .
H o p i n g   f o r   h i s   l o v e .
S h e   d r e a m t   h e   w a s   k i n d .
S u c h   a   w o n d r o u s   d r e a m e r .

S h e   l i v e s   i n   a n o t h e r   w o r l d   n o w .
S u c h   m e m o r i e s   a s   w h y ?   A n d   h o w ?
A   l i t t l e   g i r l   w i t h   w o n d e r s   t o   f a c e .
S o   l o v i n g .
S o   k i n d .
S u c h  a  t r a g i c  d r e a m e r .
19th March 2015
Mar 2015 · 1.0k
Remember "Not"
Y e s   o f f i c e r   I   c a n   r e c a l l  
l a s t   n i g h t   I   s a w   M i s s   K e l l y .
S h e   w a v e d   t o   m e   f r o m ,  
i n t e r i o r   o f   f i n e   c a r r i a g e .
I n s i d e   s h e   s u p p e d   o n   w i n e  
a n d   f e d   o n   l u s c i o u s   g r a p e .
a n d   t h e   m o n e y   s h e   w a s   p a s s e d ,  
d i d   n o t   d i s p a r a g e .

B u t   s h e   p a s t   m e   v e r y   q u i c k l y  
a n d   f u l l y   d r u n k   w a s   I .
I   f i n d   i t   h a r d   t o  
r e m e m b e r   a n y   m o r e .  
B u t   t h e   o w n e r   w a s   a   m a n   o f   w o r t h ,  
f o r   h i s   c o a c h m a n   w a s   w e l l   c l a d -
a n d   t h e r e   w a s   a   g o l d   i n s i g n i a ,  
p r i n t e d   o n   t h e   c a r r i a g e   d o o r .

M y   f i n a l   r e c o l l e c t i o n ,  
w a s   t h e   s m i l i n g   f a c e   o f   s h e .
I   d o   b e l i e v e   s h e   t h o u g h t  
t h a t   s h e   h a d   m a d e   a   d e c e n t   s c o r e .
B u t   t h e   t h o u g h t   o f   h e r   t r a n s p o r t e d  
t o   h e r   d e a t h   b e f o r e   m y   e y e s .
I   a m   o f   m i n d   t o   c h a n g e   m y   w a y s  
a n d   n o   l o n g e r   s h a l l   I   w h o r e .

T h i s   w a y   o f   l i f e   i t   s e e m s  
h a s   o f t e n   p u t   u s   g i r l s   a t   r i s k ,
I t   h a s   a l w a y s   b e e n   t h i s   w a y
f o r   a   l a d y   o f   t h e   n i g h t .
B u t   o n   s e e i n g   M a r y   K e l l y  
c u t   u p   a n d   l e f t   f o r   a l l   t o   s e e
h a s   m a d e   m e   w a n t   t o   l e a v e  
m y   L o n d o n   a n d   t a k e   f l i g h t .

I   a m   s o r r y   t h a t   I   h e l p   y o u   n o t  
w i t h   w h a t   I   r e c o l l e c t -
f o r   I   p r a y   y o u   c a t c h   t h i s   f e l l o w  
a n d   h a n g   h i m   u p o n   h i g h .
B u t   I   t r e a d   t h i s   p l a c e   n o   l o n g e r ,  
i t ? s   n o t   w o r t h   i t   n o w   I   s e e .
S o   a l l   t h a t   I   h a v e   l e f t   t o   s a y ,  
d e a r   P o l i c e m a n   i s   g o o d b y e .

I f   y o u   n e e d   t o   s p e a k   a g a i n   t o   m e ,  
h e r e   i s   m y   n e w   a d d r e s s .
I   w i l l   n e v e r   m o r e   s e e   L o n d o n   t o w n ,  
n o t   e v e n   a s   a   t r i p p e r .
F o r   I   k n o w   t h a t   M a r y   K e l l y ,  
c o u l d   o f   e a s i l y   b e e n   m e -
w h o   h a d   f a l l e n   t o   t h e   b e a s t ,  
c a l l e d   ? J a c k   t h e   R i p p e r .
Part of my Jack the Ripper Series.
Posted on 18 March 2015
Mar 2015 · 723
Freddy Abberline
H e l l o   t h e r e   F r e d d y   A b b e r l i n e .
I   s u p p o s e   t h a t   I   a m   o n   y o u r   m i n d .
Y o u   m a y   t h i n k   I ? m   a   t a d   u n k i n d .  
A   m a n   w h o m   i s n ? t   s o   r e f i n e d .
A   t o t a l l y   i n t o l e r a n t   s w i n e .  
P l e a s e   t e l l   m e   F r e d d y   A b b e r l i n e .

Y o u   w a l k   t h e   h a l l s   o f   S c o t l a n d   Y a r d .
Y o u r   t h i n k i n g   r e a l l y   v e r y   h a r d .
O f   h o w   y o u ? d   l i k e   t o   m a r k   m y   c a r d .
Y o u ? d   h a p p i l y   s e e   m e   e n c l o s e d   a n d   b a r r e d .
P e r h a p s   t h e   t w o   o f   u s   a r e   t a r r e d .
I s   t h a t   t r u e   F r e d d y   A b b e r l i n e .

I   t h i n k   d e e p   d o w n   y o u   l o v e   t h e   w h o r e .
T h e   o n e s   I   t a k e   t h e   t i m e   t o   l u r e .
A n d   a l l   o f   t h e m   a r e   f a r   f r o m   p u r e .
U n t i l   t h e   n e x t   s l u t   I   d o   s k e w e r .
Y o u   w i l l   n e v e r   b e   q u i t e   s u r e .
W h o ? s   n e x t   t h e n   F r e d d y   A b b e r l i n e .

H a v e   y o u   f o u n d   i m p o r t a n t   c l u e s .
I t s   I   t h a t   g o t   y o u   i n   t h e   n e w s .
B y   t r y i n g   o n   t h a t   l i t t l e   r u s e .
M y   m a r k i n g s   t h a t   y o u   d i d   n o t   u s e .  
T h e   o n e s   t h a t   b l a m e d   t h e   b l o o d y   j u w e s .
I s   t h a t   s o   F r e d d y   A b b e r l i n e .

Y o u   k n o w   y o u ? l l   n e v e r   s e e   m y   f a c e .
F o r   y o u     w i l l   n e v e r   s o l v e   t h i s   c a s e .
I   a m   t h e   m a n   y o u   c a n n o t   t r a c e .
A n d   s o   y o u   l o s e   t h e   f i n a l   c h a s e .
P e r h a p s   r e t i r e   i n   d i s g r a c e .    
Y o u ? r e   l o s i n g   F r e d d y   A b b e r l i n e .

I   k n o w   t o   c a t c h   m e   y o u   d o   p r a y .
A n d   m y   b o d y ,   y o u   w o u l d   s l a y .  
I f   o n l y   y o u   c o u l d   g e t   y o u r   w a y .
B u t   t h e r e   w i l l   n e v e r   c o m e   a   d a y .
F o r   I   a m   g o i n g   f a r   a w a y .
G o o d b y e   t h e n   F r e d d y   A b b e r l i n e .  

A n d   a s   y o u r   a g e   a n d   s i g h t   i m p a i r .
Y o u r   r e c o l l e c t i o n s   b e c o m i n g   r a r e .
T h e   c o l o u r   w h i t e   i s   i n   y o u r   h a i r .
W h i l s t   s i t t i n g   i n   y o u r   r o c k i n g   c h a i r .
W e   b o t h   a r e   f r e e   w i t h o u t   a   c a r e .
R e m e m b e r   F r e d d y   A b b e r l i n e .
    
A n d   s o   i t   i s   t h e n   t h a t   y o u   d i e .
F r o m   m o r t a l   c o i l   s a y   g o o d b y e .
W i t h   s p r o u t e d   w i n g s   o f f   y o u   w i l l   f l y .
U p   t o   y o u r   h e a v e n   i n   t h e   s k y .
A n d   f o r   y o u r   s o r r o w   I   m a y   c r y .
I   m i s s   y o u   F r e d d y   A b b e r l i n e .

P e r h a p s   i n   a n o t h e r   l i f e   w e ? l l   m e e t .
A n d   i t   m a y   w e l l   b e   m e   y o u   g r e e t .
A s   y o u   c r o s s   t h a t   b u s y   s t r e e t .
A n d   a s   g r e a t   f r i e n d s   w e   w o n ? t   b e   b e a t .
N o w   w o u l d n ? t   t h a t   b e   q u i t e   a   t r e a t .
M y   b e s t   f r i e n d   F r e d d y   A b b e r l i n e
Part of my Jack the Ripper Series
Posted 18 March 2015
Mar 2015 · 815
The Problem is Gone
The woes of life
we pass them on,
'cause if we can't see them
then the problem is gone.

We shudder when
we hear transgression
but we all watch on
and then take our confession.

Now that we're forgiven
we can carry on
cause if we can't see it
then the problem is gone.

The world we know
could be much better run,
removing the barrier,
deserting the gun.

Renounce all the greed
and announce it out loud.
That up until now
we cannot be proud.

Or we can stand still,
and not move on.
Cause if we pretend
then the problem is gone.

Could we stand together
and perhaps all refuse
to join in with hate
and reject racist views.

This is maybe the only
way that we can move on.
Cause if we all join together
then the problem is gone.
This poem is inspired by the stunning piece by RW Dennen
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1107285/spirit-of-the-edmund-pettus-bridge/
Give it a read, it is worth reading.
Feb 2015 · 506
Power of Prayer?
Murderous brood you chill my spine
with screeching caw and shrill,
your message mischievous and malign.
Pecking loudly on my sill.

Inside I hide in candles light,
creaking bones of this old dwelling.
Timbers voice speaks through the night,
expanding lumbers constant swelling.

Reflection caught but not quite sure,
shadows walk with weary shift.
Childrens whispers sound the lure
and through this house their voices drift.

Things go bump and rearranged,
is my mind so far away.
Torments that cannot be explained,
send me into disarray.

I try to act in normal manner,
completing in my usual way.
Although my speech is now in stammer,
I often kneel down and pray.

Outside the weather got gradually worse,
the murderous brood in disarray.
Thunderous clapping, voices its curse
but still ebony stalkers won't go away.

Feathery missiles pound from without,
the mission it seems is to gain entrance.
The message clear and without doubt,
no longer happy on the fence.

From out of the heavens a lightning strike,
the gleaming bolt and the power it shows
illumination, I have not seen the like,
outside my window a flock of burnt crows.

Shortly the sun made its presence known.
The whispering ceased, demeanor had eased.
This aged building has now lost its groan
and for the first time I am feeling quite pleased.

At last a home where I fear no more,
nothing of bother I truly can swear,
perhaps this was God who did even the score,
I wonder if this was the power of prayer?
22nd Feb 2015
Jan 2015 · 618
Silly Space
We look into space
for that final frontier,
a place we can aim,
look up from this sphere.
Look into the past
at things we can't see
without using a telescope
and those things aren't free.
And then were told
that it isn't the truth
and we don't see reality
looming over our roof.
because by the time
the light windless through
the picture we see
really isn't that true.
I can only go on
the things I've been told
but what I'm seeing
is a billion years old.
I think that I'm looking
at a bright one
but the chances are really
it is probably gone.
Exploded outward
in a hole that is black
but the reality is,
it is not coming back.
So I'm looking at nothing,
a night time illusion
that does nothing for me
except utter confusion.
So I now stay inside
and watch the TV instead,
and I can still watch the stars
while I'm tucked up in bed.
28th Jan 2015
Jan 2015 · 809
Mr Shadow Man
Hey Mr Shadow-man
why do you follow,
do I seem lonely
and am I so hollow?
You got nothing better,
no friend you can see,
no body to bother
so just bother me?
I like it alone
when I'm out there walking
but you soon turn up
to continue this stalking.
I can't even walk off
when it isn't too bright
cause you seem to hide
behind every light.
I can't walk around
in the darkest of night
cause there's nothing to see
when you walk without light.
But it's the only time
that I get a release,
yes the only time
that you leave me in peace.
You're there every morning
you follow and stare
I can't go the toilet,
can't go anywhere.
So do me a favour
get yourself a mate
or take a female shadow
out on a date.
Please leave me alone,
come on, let me be
but I know that tomorrow
you'll be the first thing I see.
28th Jan 2015
Jan 2015 · 899
Turf War
Don't walk on my side of the street,
we do not want to see your feet
pounding down on this sidewalk.
We feel no need to  mix or talk.

Here are the rules that we send,
if you're not like us you're no friend.
So take this threat and do not stray
or with your life you'll surely pay.

We want our race line to stay pure,
we're happier when you are fewer.
So die you ******* do us a favour
for we don't like your cultures flavour.

These thoughts have always been in mind,
our message passed from kind to kind.
Children taught how they should hate
and never enter in debate.

We're happy just the way we are,
with bullets from a drive bye car.
Machine guns we can lock and load
Dead bodies lying in the road.

Why would we ever want alteration
and mix with lesser denomination.
We keep the streets clean as we sieve
sooner than integrate we would grieve.

It makes good sense that's what we learn
and then pass on when it's our turn.
Our children we do educate
and their forbears they emulate.

And on and on and on and on
and through this course so many gone.
They die because they cross a road,
or move out from their postal code.

We **** because he looks at her,
they die 'cause they decide to care.
Rather to **** them than to alter
we choose instead to maim and slaughter.

This is it, it's what you do
to those who do not look like you.
We must step forward and be brave,
and if they mix they choose the grave.

We are there to teach and show
for without this no-one would know.
Cultures they would amalgamate
then we would have no cause to hate.
Hate is learnt, it is not a natural course.
19th January 2015
Jan 2015 · 1.0k
Haiku #1
When we see another child shot dead.
Where are their rights?
Is that in the constitution?
14th Jan 2015.
To he whom feels the need to condemn,
rip apart and tear away.
To dissect another's written script
to cause with malice, words to fray.

I have these words too say too you,
wouldn't it be better in the end,
instead of shooting from the hip,
encouragement you could extend.

Make a point with others here.
The likes of me, 'who can't care less'
But no, you guys go for the ****
of those who's minds that you can mess.

I've read so many cold one liners,
composed to cause the worst heartbreak,
your words deliver contamination,
the likes of that most slimy snake.

If you have only half, the talent
that you really think of your esteem.
You wouldn't need to be so nasty,
so keep it right and keep it clean.

If you feel that you must comment,
an honourable thing that you could do,
then try to help instead of hinder.
Then we might think something of you.

Constructive critique is a good thing,
it helps another and yourself.
But if you seek to be the *******
then keep your thoughts up on the shelf.

If you want to help another
it doesn't do to laugh and scoff,
if this is the path you wish to travel,
my words to you my friend "*******".
12th Jan, 2015
Jan 2015 · 2.6k
NATO
It is not without remorse that I watch you suffer though I tell myself it is for the greater good.
Help would be delivered with a smile if you had an offering but alas you have none.
We commit to making this world a safer and more prosperous place, it grieves us to watch as systematic ****** takes place.
What's the word? Oh yes genocide!
But as the man says 'if you can't pay then we don't take it away'.
11th Jan 2015
Jan 2015 · 1.7k
Path to Hell
Such was the heraldry of your being.
You stood before those who were of lower standing as you viewed them,
appointed oneself upward through controversial means, non of which were worthy of commendation. Corruption rose you to dizzy heights and watched as you violated the lives of others.
The lawful way is inconsistent and trust, honesty and goodness are words flaunted by your immoral and malicious demonstration. For ones own ends you walked the walk.
Now become by expiration, death should hold no surprises for one so foul.
The underworld is your new domicile and untold pain and torment are your future. Across the Styx, Charon will deliver you unto me. Watch with care the affliction of those minions that seek exoneration below the black wash. Purgatory however is beyond any reach that will veil itself to you.
Your appointment is of a somewhat personal nature to me and along with myself and eternity you will wish life had leant you on another path.
10th Jan, 2015
Jan 2015 · 1.0k
Comeback Mr Sunshine
5am, I sit alone my mind feeling so bright
is it early morning or the middle of the night.
The wind still howls winters tune
and trees are dancing in the dale.
I yearn for sun and summers warmth
but all I get is cold and hail.

So comeback Mr Sunshine please
to keep me warm and give me ease.
The winters blues do not please,
just make me shiver, cough and sneeze.

The days start dark and keep me hidden
as if to say that it's forbidden,
to laugh and sing and have the fun
I get from walking in the sun.

So comeback Mr Sunshine please
to keep me warm and give me ease.
The winters blues do not please,
just make me shiver, cough and sneeze.

I long to see the flowers smile,
the shadows form on my sundial.
The smell of grass that's freshly mown,
the shoots from seeds so freshly sown.

So comeback Mr Sunshine please
to keep me warm and give me ease.
The winters blues do not please,
just make me shiver, cough and sneeze.

Smiling children everywhere
running around without a care.
Winter woollens stashed away
and let's forget those rainy days.

So comeback Mr Sunshine please
to keep me warm and give me ease.
The winters blues do not please,
just make me shiver, cough and sneeze.

Take away this winters cold
it only makes me feel old.
Bring the sun and bring the light
and take away this awful night.

So comeback Mr Sunshine please
to keep me warm and give me ease.
The winters blues do not please,
just make me shiver, cough and sneeze.

Early morning sun please shine,
and as I sit with glass of wine.
I'll try to not let my mind splinter
and forget all about the winter.

So comeback Mr Sunshine please
to keep me warm and give me ease.
The winters blues do not please,
just make me shiver, cough and sneeze.

So comeback Mr Sunshine please
and take away this cold disease.
Once again to see you glow
and throw your warmth through my window.
8th January 2015
Jan 2015 · 2.9k
Total Eclipse
The man in the moon
has a big conundrum
cause he can't always talk
to his good friend the sun
for he is tucked away,
kept out of sight,
for when the suns out
the moon sees the night.

There once was a time
he was part of the earth,
till a comet collided
for all it was worth.
The earth was surprised
with the immediate shock
and the loss of a massive,
great big piece of rock.

That great piece of rock,
far off it did zoom
from big brother earth,
now the man in the moon.
Every time
the sun comes to play,
the moons bigger brother,
'the earth's,' in the way.

His brother of course,
will pass messages on
but it isn't the same
as a chat with the sun.
But once in a while
the moon he can mix
with his good friend the sun
in a total eclipse.

When part of the earth
he saw the sun once a day
till that comet then crashed
and sent him far away.
But somehow they managed
their friendship to fix
and all with the help
of the total eclipse.

They get to catch up,
but not for too long
for they soon take there places,
go home where they belong.
The total eclipse
is a lifeline that ends
but for a short time it helps
puts together two friends
There is always a way to keep a friend!
3rd January 2015.
Happy New Year
to all of my friends here on HP.
Dec 2014 · 893
I Imagine!
When I feel down and I'm feeling so low that part of me feels I have no place to go. Nothing or no one can cure this blue, but I have  found my solution and here's what I do.

I imagine a parent somewhere far away without what we have and I watch as they pray. Yes I watch as they pray for a child to live and I watch as they cope when there's nothing to give.

I watch as they try to feed someone with nought, I watch as they beg so that food can be bought.
I watch as they cry as they bury a nation, who struggle with drought and then die from starvation.

I watch as children get shot just for wanting that learning and still education is what they are yearning.
I watch as the civilised ruin their land and watch how they leave them when things don't go as planned.

I see all the badness that happens and cry as I remember I wanted to crawl up and die. I wanted to die because I couldn't face, the sorrows that are often thrown up in this place.

I cry for these people that I'll never know. I cry for the bravery that daily they show. I cry when I realise how lucky I be, no hunger, no thirst and no real poverty.

These thoughts are the things that turn my mood 'round, these thoughts are what put my feet back on the ground.
I feel embarrassed of such pettiness and my own little problems I can easily address.

Things can be so bad that sometimes we give up, we struggle and cry into our little cup.
But we need to be weary we need just to face and see the perspective within its true place!
Dec 2014 · 3.4k
The Tiger in our Shed!
1
We're not in darkest Africa
and jungles don't adorn,
this little bit of overgrown
that wraps around our lawn,

2
Plants of pretty colors
sit comfortable in there bed,
and about two dozen footsteps
find us at the potting shed.

3
Our potting shed has seen better days,
some parts have been rebuilt
and it's suffering from subsidence
for it's slightly on a tilt.

4
The walls desperately need painting
because the wood has got some rot
but a boring place to come and sit
it definitely is not.

5
Odds and ends adorn the shelves
and the places spiders tread
where the dust has piled on the weight
and the woodworm may have spread.

6
Smells that we first come across
carry the scent of damp,
foul stinks from half empty sacks,
paint tins that have gone rank.

7
An old oil lamp expel the rust
like dandruff from my head
reigning down golden crumbs
that looks like toasted bread.

8
We think that we have found some proof
of what might linger around
footprints so large and evident
that a Tigers walked upon this ground.

9
So while we have been sleeping
and resting through the night
there's been a Tiger in our shed
but he keeps out of sight.

10
We've sorted through many boxes
we've moved some things aside,
looked into shadows with a torch
but we can't find where he hides.

11
Perhaps he's gone out hunting
for an evening meal,
eyeing up the neighbors dog
with energetic zeal.

12
Perhaps he's out sunbathing,
sitting somewhere in a tree
camouflaged with all those stripes,
that's the reason we can't see.

13
I don't know if he's Sumatran,
Siberian or Bengal
and he doesn't ever show himself
or come to me when I call.

14
I believe he stays outside all day
and only hides in here at night
but I won't come down here when its dark
only in the light.

15
He is a wild animal so
one must take the some care
for he could be stalking us as prey
he could spring from anywhere.

16
But we leave the door unlocked for him
and we've made a comfy bed,
and a sign that just reads "WELCOME"
to the Tiger in our shed
19th December 2014

edited on 04/01/17
Dec 2014 · 658
New Leaf
when I walk down the road
what is it  others see.
Are their smiles complimentary
or are they laughing at me.
I have done much to warrant this,
caused bad thoughts to flourish.
So now I plant good intensions
and hope these new seeds will nourish.
May they grow like a blossom,
these seeds in their mind
and just to show that i've changed
I shall be extra kind.
I shall show them the hatred
that once surged through me
is now no longer flowing
and if they can but see
they will notice a change.
See the old ways have gone.
They can witness first hand
the bad deeds are all done.
I think it will be hard
because I've made many cry
but with a new look on life
I'm determined to try.
Perhaps within time
others might come to feel
that this is the new me.
This change is the real deal.
But wether or not
that they ever forgave
I will show to myself
and take good to my grave.
I hope when they look
in the future at me
a more prettier picture
is something they might see.
That they may, in the long run
let there hatred depart,
allow some small piece of me
to get into their heart.
I hope that they will see
good intent from this guy.
do not see me as evil
but as he who did try.
That is high on my wish list
of how this story ends
but til then I'll continue
to make my amends.
But as I contemplate
what it was that they shun,
I'll try so hard to copy
what many others have done.
By making a change
of themselves for the good
they became better people
but don't be misunderstood.
It can be just as hard
to turn you'r life about
as it is for the good-guys
who wrestle with doubt
and the reason is this
it can be so hard to live
when it's easier to hate
than it is - to forgive.
19th December 2014
Dec 2014 · 1.6k
Hairy Tail
A hair fell from my eyebrow
and landed in my eye,
it caused my eye to water
just like when you cry.

I cleaned it with my finger
which made this small hair slip
it landed underneath my nose,
just above my lip.

I hadn't noticed where it went
it lay there on my face,
and over time it rooted
and then multiplied this place.

I started scratching at the spot,
I thought I had a rash
but when I looked more closely
I found I had a moustache.

It was as I point out to you
protruding out of the skin
and spread out over many days
and now its on my chin.

I know I didn't have a rash
and it was as I feared
I never only had moustache,
now I had a beard.

This spreading still continues
and I don't think that it's fair
for from my head to toenail
I am now covered in hair.

I've tried so hard to cut it off
and every time I fail
but what is really worrying
is now I have a tail.

So if you see a hair that's loose
and resting on your face
I do suggest you take it off
before it grows some place.

Cause when this hair gets rooted
you see how it can take over
and it is so embarrassing
when people call you Rover.

I don't know what is happening
but when I'm in the park,
I run around, I lick my nuts,
I growl and I bark.
14th December 2014
Dec 2014 · 458
Running Scared!
I grieve to run from the man with the gun but I must.
I guess I just figure he's to light on that trigger to trust.

He wouldn't think twice in fact he'd rather rejoice to shoot me
So I'd sooner take flight, scoot off into the night to be free.

Who is this guy who would see me die? I'm not sure!
But while he's around I will be underground, insecure!

I just know that I think that there is a real link and he's wise.
And he knows what I took he could see by the look in my eyes.

He was engrossed in the thrill as he fed on his **** in the park.
And he couldn't see me standing behind that tree in the dark.

When my camera did flash I then made a mad dash to the rear.
Out of harms way is where I want to stay, not in fear.

It was my big mistake to take a picture and break for the run.
I can't ever be free for he's following me with a gun.

Something that I must face is I am now in the race of my life.
With a picture, that failed I cannot get him jailed, now that's strife.

For my chaser don't know and he won't let me go, it's his new thrill.
For the Reaper you see is coming for me and will ****.

So I run and I run from the man with the gun aimed at me.
I will bob and I'll weave, there's no place I won't leave to be free.

To avoid an attack I'll grow eyes in the back of my head.
But I can settle nowhere because I do not care to be dead.

I know he wouldn't listen even with my admission of no proof.
He would still load that lead into the back of my head, that's the truth!
13th December 2014
Dec 2014 · 894
The Poet
Do you ever feel anxiety?
Do you ever feel ashamed?
Do you ever feel the thoughts you have are sometimes quite deranged?

Are you all okay with everything that flows around your mind?
The words that come alive through you do they seem quite unkind?

Or do you err with caution and try not to upset
The ones who read the words you write and so your work you'll vet!

Sometimes they might need steering towards the point you make.
Sometimes you want to frighten them, or make their poor hearts break!

Your genre points the way for you and you try to make them see.
The message that you write about within your poetry.

Some point out the choices that we aim for in this life,
Whilst others try to show the world in all its weary strife.

The rights and wrongs of lovers, governments and greed.
Whilst others write about the things we all need to succeed.

But whether you script horrors tales or tell of someones plight.
The most important thing you do my dear friend is write!
Dec 2014
Nov 2014 · 3.3k
Black Fridays Shame!
A child holds out a hand.
He has no tears to cry.
His stomach is a gastric band.
His future is to die.

He doesn't have food to eat.
He has nothing to drink.
To him this life is far from sweet.
His future is to sink.

Whilst all around that other place.
People cause disarray.
By getting started in the race.
That we call black Friday!

Whilst many have to pray for life.
That we treat as the norm.
We're fighting for the cheapest price.
And doing it in swarms.

How can the peoples of these places?
Hold their heads up high.
Does greed reflect from our faces?
Whilst so many other die!

We seems so motivated.
Over a child's toy.
It's ok to get aggrevated.
Over the things we buy.

It would be another story.
If it was a fight for life.
But it doesn't show much glory.
When it's a new coat for the wife.

We have a poor economy.
So can anyone be blamed!
We are all healthy, fed and free.
And we should all feel ashamed.
People fighting over TV's, computers and various other companies products. This is what we see on this day! Where have all the morals gone?
29th November 2014
Nov 2014 · 536
Thanks for the Daily!!!
As I sat at my old PC, and stirred the spoon around my tea.
As on my cigarette inhale I clicked to look at my e-mail.
My inbox nearly exploded with messages I'm overloaded.
All from new friends that came to me, since I joined Hello Poetry.

The views I had were in the k's with lots of comments and such praise.
I haven't met those who see, the efforts of my poetry.
But many came and took the time, to read my words and thoughts in rhyme.
The things they say are really kind and absolutely blew my mind.

I answer them with thankful glee that they should take this time for me.
It spurs me on, I feel inspired from all the kindness I've acquired.
I hope that I can pass on more and that my writing isn't poor.
So I type on and get to know them to thank them for the "Daily Poem",
This is with thanks to all who made my poem, All I want for Christmas" the daily poem on this the 27th November 2014!
Thank you all for reading!
Nov 2014 · 552
Anxiety
In my head the noises that wear so many guises torments me.
I hope that they might sway, indeed just go away and leave me be.
The messages they scream each night as I do dream cause me such grief.
They tell me of such dread about those who walk un-dead, defies belief.

They act in such deprave as they walk free of their grave, Inside my head.
I see it in a way that they walk past me where I lay, in my own bed.
Almost like a feature, a silver screen cast creature lurks around.
Though silent in its play in so many shades of grey it makes a sound.

I cannot scream into the night, through fear and through fright, I lie awake.
No volume do I speak as floorboards start to creak, I start to shake.
The darkness in the room is heavy, full of gloom and I am warm.
And through my open door will entities and more decide to swarm.

The sweat will run its course, my sanity divorce before nights end.
As the footsteps come my way, with tears as I pray my mind does bend.
My mouth opens to howl as I witness of the growl and I stay still.
Does it know I'm there and does it know just where and will it ****.

With blood racing around from heart to where it's bound, I cannot breathe.
My throat is dry and rough I cannot cry enough and I believe.
My end is coming nigh and I feel that I will die, no more of life.
And as it comes so close I realise it is no ghost, it's just the wife.
26th November
Nov 2014 · 2.5k
Alien Nation
They came one day from where I know not.
Unholy structures came to ground, certainly from another world.
They wasted nothing of their time to cast affliction upon us.
We ran away in terror in certain fear of our own lives.
Many were seized and thrown into confinement, others inspected and probed, many of us were taken away and subjected to internal examination even dismemberment,  anatomical scrutiny.
We had become the source of food for our invaders.
Additional crafts came from the heavens joining their forbears.
Havoc was extreme as their weapons did their worst creating carnage in every different direction.
They lay waste to every surface and their vehicles cast out foul pollutants which poisoned the very air we breath.
Our world was quickly becoming an inhabitable, desolate disconsolate place and extinction our future.
Some of the braver of us tried to fight back but this alien nation had weapons and tools the like of nothing we had ever seen.
The lucky ones escaped into the nether regions and watched from afar as piece by burning piece their birthplaces were destroyed.
These Humans intend to colonise all that they see and our world will never be the same place again.
16th November 2014
Nov 2014 · 7.7k
Slice that Cake
Do you want a slice of cake,
might keep you going just for now.
But as you are not used to eating,
you have the hooves we'll keep the cow.

The modern world is dying younger,
unlike those in the poorer east.
Who die through lack of food and water,
we're dying because we're obese.

In this modern city arena,
it seems our portion is the more
free health and overwhelming safety
but we save that small slice for the poor.

The waste is massive, over burdened,
tons of food are chucked away.
As we stick to our sell by clearance
just think for what so many pray.

Do we need such a massive slice,
even half would fill our needs.
The west gets fat the east is wanting
scrubbing around for scraps and seeds.

So next time when feasting in McDonalds,
and washing down with large milkshake.
Try and see your own reflexion
and you'll see whom eats all the cake.

Before you leave that busy food-hall,
just have a quick look in the bin
and you will see the unholy waste,
perhaps you'll also see the sin.

The slicing of this planets cake  
seems to be divided wrong.
So cut it into a fairer slices
and send it to where it belongs.
November 13th 2014
Thanks go to my friend Joe Malgeri who through his wonderful comments gave me the idea for this poem!
Nov 2014 · 14.6k
All I want for Christmas
All I want for Christmas
is some food to eat.
Oh what a treat
to have some meat.

All I want for Christmas
is clean water to drink,
stuff that doesn't stink,
that would be cool I think.

All I want for Christmas
is the bombs to stop,
no more to drop.
That would be the top.

All I want for Christmas
is for our food to grow,
the plants we sow
now that would be a show.

All I want for Christmas
is to be free to learn.
Not to be a germ
because I want to learn.

All I want for Christmas
is some medication.
and some dedication
from the United Nation.

All I want for Christmas
is to grow up strong.
Am I so wrong
wanting to belong.

All I want for Christmas
is some equal rights
and somewhere to sleep
through the coldest nights.

All I want for Christmas
is to earn a crust.
With employers
that we can really trust.

All I want for Christmas
is a chance at life
for a man and wife
not to live in strife.

All I want for Christmas
is oh so far away
and on this day
this is what I pray.
12th Nov 2014
Nov 2014 · 724
Little black book
I have a little black book
and in it I do write
the thoughts that scramble round my mind
throughout the day and night.

I ponder on most everything,
my mind is like a drain.
Where everything just washes down
however so inane.

I don't know why I think like this,
it just springs up as thought.
The silliest of images
in my mind does distort.

Sometimes I think I'm going mad,
but still I write it in.
Each word is in my little black book
but should be in a bin.

Perhaps I hope that one day
I might write something good.
The real hope is that one day,
that I really could.

But just for now I'll write it out
these words I will entrap
and keep them in my little black book
even though it's mostly crap.
12th November 2014
I wrote this little ode whilst I was trying to think of something decent to write. LOL
Nov 2014 · 9.6k
Poppy, Oh Poppy!
Poppy, oh poppy abundant and flowing
across all the fields you're still constantly growing.
As your seeds blow and find their own bed,
they're reminding us of the most glorious dead.

Glorious in the contribution they made.
Glorious for the price that they paid.
Glorious for fighting for what they believed.
Glorious for the terrors and hell they received.

Standing their ground in the eye of the storm.
Standing their ground whilst receiving the swarm.
Standing their ground in the mud and the vile
Standing their ground through the horrors and toil.

The death and the blood flowing like a river.
Like the fields of the poppies the breeze does now shiver.
The seeds carry on into a new time,
an horizon of red the future will entwine.

Poppy, oh poppy so winding and red,
reminding most deftly of our glorious dead.
You are constantly sowing your own little seed
as those who had fought did for those who were freed.

Although many thousands of lives they have gone
your legacy will  like that small seed go on.
Although now in history and most never met
you can take it for granted we shall never forget.
11/11/2014
In tribute to 100years since WW1 and every other encounter when our troops and allies have given the ultimate sacrifice for their home and countries..
Nov 2014 · 477
10 W
It takes many a year to become an overnight success!
Nov 2014 · 1.7k
A Lynching in East Tennessee
The Clinchfield line flows from the mines -  and through the mountains of East Tennessee.
Wher menageries go to provide such a show - the likes of those we'd never  see.

The first glimpse of these beasts that came from the east - and such places where we'll never live.
They rolled in on the back and were pulled up the track - by the huge steel Loco-motive.

With this rolling stock that would bring such a shock - to the bustling boom town of Erwin.
All sorts of creatures where brought here to feature - where paying guests could get set to determine.

A lumbering cow was this company's wow - this Circus did owe its success.
But this pachyderm act would in time distract - and end up in a most awful mess.

Mary we can claim was this elephants name - and the boast is “the biggest in size.”  
For she sure was a hulk and endowed with such bulk - that I wouldn't be very surprised.

Too earn a few bob, Eldridge, new to the job – now the handler of this pachyderm.
This man was a fool and it seems, very cruel - as it said, he was overly firm.

He was void of the skill but enthused by the thrill - with a very go-for-broke view.
This creature he'd ***** with a great big stick – giving Mary a bad how-to-do.

He had picked the wrong day to cause this affray – as he jabbed with the long piece of wood.
Whilst he was being so rough he hit an absessed tooth – and believe me this figured no good.

With one painful bellow her trunk hit this fellow – throwing Red Eldridge around.
And such was her tread when she trod on his head – she crushed it right into the ground.

Bullets rang out and there was no doubt – they hadn't had any effect.
As before the crowd she still trumpeted loud – while the masses, revenge did select.

**** the elephant, **** the elephant – was the song that the crowds chose to sing.
Each and every man came up with the plan – they wanted poor Mary to swing.

The lynching was set and a huge crane was met – for Mary was five tons in weight.
Out in front of the crowds with them screaming out loud – her future was not looking great.

They secured her leg by a chain to a peg – whilst around her neck they placed a chain.
And whilst reeling it in it dug into the skin – as they lifted her up with the crane.

Back on the ground they heard such a sound – as Mary's big bones they did crack.
Then somebody said the chains still on her leg – and the elephant to earth did come back.

The effect of this trip broke the pachyderms hip – causing her incredible pain.
And with such neglect they then did reconnect – and they lifted the creature once again.

The crowds they did roar as Mary did soar – a day out it has to be said.
With laughter and glee for the whole family – this monster now hanging quite dead.

The elephant gone but the party went on – as this beauty did hang for this shower.
The boom town of Erwin all acted like vermin – and left her for almost an hour.

Buried in the ground she can not now be found – as many here try to forget.
To look in this face we see only disgrace – and forever this stone will be set.
6th November 2014

The town that hanged an elephant: A chilling photo and a macabre story of ****** and revenge
Charlie Sparks's travelling circus visited Kingsport, Tennessee, in 1916
An inexperienced keeper was put in charge of elephant called Mary
During a parade he goaded her with a spear, and hit an abscess
In pain, she dashed him against the ground and stood on his head
When residents began baying for blood, Charlie Sparks agreed to **** her

'Murderous Mary' was hanged using a railway crane in nearby Erwin
The photo is horrific but can be viewed online. It shows how cruel humanity can truly be.
Oct 2014 · 3.1k
We can never really know!
The oceanic wind did not rescind but instead it found its form.
Gathering in strength and gaining much in length at the centre of the storm.
Building attitude it would not exclude from the frigate sailing true.
But with its destination now a defication the seas discarded with the crew.

Land-**, it came, did this hurricane bringing with it such a wave.
Like none had ever seen was this water screen that was bound to misbehave.
Throwing all aside like an unruly bride who was aiming to get her way.
And what lay ahead was a heap of dead as the big one came to play.

On its way inward it had done no good to the vessells on the sea.
Throwing craft around and causing men to drown it wasn't going to let them be.
Breaching many shores like unruly ****** the waves would spread there grisly pox.
From the nearest beach to the out of reach destination of inland docks.

Catastrophe - spelt with a capital C was the headlines in the news.
Every seaside place had a weary face that was filmed by camera crews.
People died that day many swept away as the nearest towns did flood.
Even tracks were failing with the trains derailing while water washed away the blood.  

Many homes were wrecked as they did disconect and the oceans did divorce.
With those like you and me as they watched TV as the waters swam there course.
Many got up high and watched their fellows die on this day that would not be.
Forgotten very soon as before high noon we were dismantled by the sea.

It's all over now and we will somehow continue with our lives.
We'll bury our dead and we'll count the heads of our lost husbands and wives.
They'll be laid to rest and we'll then invest in the massive clear away.
But when that wind gets up it'll hit us in the gut but all we can do is pray.

The world cannot be tamed and does not feel ashamed when it strikes from out of the blue.
However we prepare nature doesn't care and will do what it must do.
We think we're in control but we're just on parole from what nature has to throw.
And we'll hope that day never comes our way but we can never really know.
25th October 2014
Oct 2014 · 1.5k
Bad Marriage Blues.
Husband and Wife! yes, that term sounds nice.
When they tie that knot with gold.
Two will live as one, this path has just begun.
Together until they both grow old.

In this lifetime dance, sharing their romance.
Will things always go their way.
Errors can slip in, create a family sin.
That makes this connection sway.

He might go astray, and his wife betray.
And the odds are this won't go.
Far to making them want to try again
But many others may not know.

From an outside eye love will never die.
They were made to live as one.
Rather a theatrical play, than give the game away.
The deception has begun.

For a child's grace they create a face.
That is happy and sublime.
But they drift apart, both have lost the heart.
And just seek to bide their time.

For it will doubtless be when it's not us but me.
And for freedom they will aim.
No more having to distract with this farcical act.
Finally ending loves spun game.

Should it go on so late, when love does turn to hate.
Is it not better to just leave
For trying to be discreet can be so bitter sweet.
Like a web that spiders weave.

Better to live a truth than to try and prove.
To those who are outside.
Of this marriage bed where these hearts have bled.
Just for the sake of pride.
24th October 2014
Oct 2014 · 484
Live it out Loud
Live for the moment,
live for the now.
Stop wondering when,
stop wondering how!

Don't live your life
wrapped up in a shroud.
You only live once,
so live it out loud.

We worry about dying,
We live for the pill.
If it's going to happen,
then happen it will.

So go and enjoy life,
don't become a health boffin.
You'll have plenty of time,
when you get in that coffin.

Life is a road
that we all must walk.
Sing for the hell of it,
talk just to talk.

Everything's possible,
just take that first
step into freedom
don't wait for the hearse.

We're all going to die
as is so often said.
But don't just lie down
in the flowery bed.

Go and get out there
and do take a chance.
Spit into the wind,
or do that daft dance.

Make love more often,
smile at the girl.
Find whatever turns you on
and give it a whirl.

So live with the living,
don't curl up and rot.
Make the most of each day
of this one life you've got.
21st October 2014
Oct 2014 · 891
The Devil's in the Detail.
Something that you should know as you walk along that track.
Your destinations clear and you are not coming back.

Something to contemplate that might cause a dis-rail. Or perhaps just slow you down as you are destined to fail.

You never read the small print, you never studied well. That's why your on this journey to Hell!

You signed your name in blood to get the things you could.
You never once took thought of if you really should.

You had your fifteen famous, you thought you were on your way.
But you didn't really think how soon it was till you would pay.

And now your on the path to Hell and looking really pale. Because the Devil is 'as they say' in the detail.
19th October 2014
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