You know I've had my life
And seen things I hope you younger writers never see
78 summers have past me by
And in a few more years it will be my time to die
But I have no regrets about the life I lead
And the things I did
A few years ago I posted here
And encouraged young writers from far and near
Many daily poems then we had
And as I read my heart was glad because I'd played my part
To see my rose buds grow
But now I'm just a crippled wreck
My hands the result of a broken neck
You know in our late teenage years we were bullet proof
Gave no thought to our later years
But life catches up with all of us
Aching bones and sagging flesh
When just climbing stairs leaves you out of breath
But no matter what the age we are
The pen we use is for ever young
And so I say to all of you
Continue to write in the way you do
Be you now that tender rose or an acorn on a gnarled old oak
Take up the pen and the ink will flow
And from your words a rose will grow

J F COLE. Simply simple poetry

Anyway when I go as all men must
Then turn my body into dust
There's just one place I want to go
That's into the furnaces fiery glow
You see I don't want to leave much clearing up
Today was coronation day
And up above the sky was wet and grey
You see be you a pauper or be you a King
You're both gonna get ****** on
Now you're off to church so follow the flock
Stick another 50 bucks into the pastors box
So he can buy another yacht
Or maybe a lady of the night who seeks redemption
So how's it going to be when your turn comes?
Will it be with a whimper a scream or a yell
It doesn't much matter cos your going to hell
Where the fire are hot and the women as well
Or so I've been told
Well I'm off to my cave to take a swig from the jar
And to gaze at the flames of my flickering fire

And dream up some other garbage to post on here

Sitting here looking out of the window at people walking by
Their faces dull and miserable just like a rain filled sky
They have the weight of the world upon their shoulders, minds just filled with gloom
I just think they're lucky people because I can
Y hardly leave this room
They are free to do the things that i no longer can
Free to run, walk the dog, get out and have some fun
Every one of you miserable folks just need to stop and think
There's always someone worse off than you
You know I now sit here a bent and broken man
But I still laugh and I still smile because I know I can
So when you think that you can't go on and think no helps in sight
Think about the homeless, the sick and the ones like me
Then you'll start to realise that you're not really in a fight
So smile in the face of adversity because that is what I do

I dreamt that a beautiful women was kissing me
Then I woke up and my little dog was licking my ear

So much sadness in this world
So much sadness in so many words I read here
Perhaps I should also be sad but
I see daffodils outside my window and hear a blackbird sing
And they are happy
Ukraine is torn by bombs and shells, countryside in flames
But high above a skylark singing her sweet song
Despite the sadness in this tumbled world
The dawn chorus ever sounds bringing happiness to all
The sun still warms the earth and new life comes
The cry of a new born baby brings happiness to some
And another new life has begun
So when sadness fills you with dark despair
Just think there's always somebody worse off than you out there