How

How much destruction is done by war?
How many times have we heard no more?
How many lives overall must be lost?
How many times do we count the cost?
How can we make them aware they’re not trying?
How can we stop the innocent from dying?
How can we get this government out?
How can they not hear us shout?
How can we make our voices heard?
How can we show, some of us cared?
How can we show them we want action now?
STAND UNITED FOR PEACE!  That’s how!

Into the night sky

Into the night sky; I watch the stars, shooting
I see my dreams; chasing; I hear your voice, fading
My thoughts rest ; naked ,on the third star to the left
Stillness, darkness, my life now the same.
You were my world, my life, my guiding light
My shining star. Your smile as broad as the milky way
You brought light were there were only shadows.

The last Christmas tree of summer

The heat was uncomfortably hot
Two knocks still no answer, no choice now
After forcing the door, the hall full of post
A thin layer of dust lay on his photo, an uneasy silence
In the kitchen a half empty *** of tea , no cup
In the living room stood a Christmas tree
Undressed , lifeless , its branches touching the floor
Upstairs on the bed lay his remains
Undressed , lifeless , his fingers touching the floor
Still holding the tea cup.

We are all born slaves

It is only through deprivation and humiliation, that leads to our status in life

Like the pugilist, fighting his corner, standing toe to toe, staring his  adversary
in the eyes, he is no less brave than the soldier fighting his corner, firing missiles
into a distant dark bloodied night.

No matter how magnanimous they try to be , with defeat comes humiliation,
Both brave, both soldiers, both slaves.

Peace comes through deprivation, which leads to violence, through which comes
Peace.. Eventually, sometimes fragile, sometimes eternal, for those who do not make it
back home, slaves to a belief.

Poison

You; Like a volcano
Erupting
Spewing out your venom

Silhouettes

Come; cried the woods
Come; cried the wind
Into the dark night.

The dark silent statues
with fingers grasped tightly
squeezing out the evil air, out
of it’s roof like mouth

Words frozen as they emerge
drifting silently amongst
those who listen. The chosen few
screeching from blood
Red throats. Baying for more

Winters grasp is closing down
Life and leaves are stripped bare
the summer that once was ours
is held in a sealed envelope
and fruitless amongst the unkissed bark
to settle among the Blue and Black.

Venus in Boots

You scared others, but me! Attracted
By what I’m not sure, your hair, eyes, hips.
Maybe it was the *** noodle you were having for lunch

My modern day Venus: behind the beauty counter at Boots
Head and shoulder above everybody else,
Even though you were only five foot two

I was captivated by your beauty, our eyes met
Then gazing at your full red lips, hearing those
Immortal words, “can I help you sir”.
It was at that moment I realised I do need help.

Nights and days I dreamed of Venus in Boots
I longed , not for her body, but her heart.
You in your twenties me in my seventies
The odds were not in my favour.

Slowly a relationship formed
You let me hold your hand, smell your neck
No kissing: I bought you things
Earrings , jeans, you asked what colour
I could not resist. Blue!

We went for walks , town, country, seaside
The waves crashed. My heart had already crashed
Totally besotted. Even though it was all one sided
I was blissfully happy!

As I paddled, I felt tired. As the tide ebbed
So did my life. My final thoughts were of my
Venus in blue jeans, in Boots.