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Joe Cole Dec 2015
My scratchy old pen
And watery ink
I offer you
And just simple words for I am but a simple man
A lesser poet
But none the less a lover of words
In my simple way I a non believer
Give YOU my prayer
Don't hate the man beside you
Though his skin is ebony black
Because when his blood mingles with yours
It's the same deepest red
My muslim brothers in poetry my doors are open to you
I embrace you without judgement
For you are a poet to
Joe Cole Dec 2015
50 children will die in Africa in the next 10 minutes
From drinking ***** water
In Sudan a thousand children will die today from starvation
Your £3 pounds can feed a child for a week
Supply facilities to give a child clean water
Of course their government officials need no such thing
Give £19 pounds this Christmas to help feed a homeless drug addict
Oh and of course to make sure the directors of the charity
Get their 50 grand a year salary
Well I'm an old age pensioner
So please all you begging charities
Instead of asking me for money
Please give me a £1000 so I can have a better Christmas
  Dec 2015 Joe Cole
Graff1980
Green fields of grass
Brown fields to plow
Grays roads to ride
Must and dust
To choke both of us
A watery world
Wrapped from one side
To the other side
And it all spins round
Going up and down
Rotating
In infinity
Moving through eternity
Space and times specialty
Life is only temporary
Our membership is barely honorary
The universe will not miss us
When we are gone
Joe Cole Dec 2015
But cry for Sandy Hook
Paris
Cry for those yet to die
At this time of peace that we call Christmas
Yes, weep the bitter tears
Shed by mothers, father's, brothers and sisters
Weep because in this new world of peace
The tears you weep of bitter salt
Might well be the tears you weep for you
Joe Cole Nov 2015
Written for Mary my 85 year old mother in law who lost her husband John to cancer 10 years ago*

Of long walks across Scotlands  rain washed hills
Long days walking the Lakeland peaks with your dogs constant at your side
Strolling the gentle Surrey hills beneath sun dappled boughs
Accompanied by bird song music

Of days long past and memories held dear
Mary still walks about 2 miles a day with Lucy her golden retriever,  and occasionally longer walks with me.
Joe Cole Nov 2015
Black sad Christmas and mothers will weep
For sons and daughters taken so young
Paris, Tunisia, Afghanistan, Iraq
Pointless wars???
Perhaps
But then, but then
A thousand other conflicts
Shootings in America
YOU , yes you who ascribe to the right to bear arms
Oh yes, the right to own a gun
The right to turn it on your own
Weep not my daughter
Shed not bitter tears my son
For daddy died an honorable death
For you
Mothers, fathers weep not
For they died for a noble cause
(wrong, they died because the military was the only job they could find)
And still the parents grieve
And still the children weep
No longer just black and white
Now every race and colour who ever lived

Happy Christmas
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