you have made it as a poet
- when the birds in the garden
ask for your autograph

The words that leave my lips
Shall disappear
Like breath in cold air
Going nowhere
Meaning nothing

These poems into which
We pour our hearts
Other than the smallest few
Shall be lost in endless cyber space
Like billions of trillions of others

The loves that we swear eternally
Can last no longer than lovers' lives
It shall be negated by death
Other than to an unknown
And unknowing energy

                                        By Phil Roberts

I love it when my
kids come home after
being at work all day
They say 'mum what's
for dinner' I say I'm
only cooking a omelette
tonight for dinner
since your all off down
the pub with dad to
play snooker , even though
your all colour blind
thank god dads there
to tell you colour of the *****!
Anyway I will see you off
and wave goodbye to you
for a few hours as I am
going to read my book
which as gripped me
to read till the end!
Hey when you come
back later pick up some
macdonalds please..I'll
have a chicken wrap with
chips and a Diet Coke..

Well that sums up my night
tonight pretty well :)