But only if you're under twenty

Walk along a beach,
any beach any country
And pick a metre square of sand
Then paint a pen picture of what you see
SAND!!!!!!
Yes sand, simple really

Now, go back tomorrow
Same time and same patch of sand
SAND,!!!!!
Yes, sand. Yep you got it
Paint a pen picture of what you see

Now if you really looked at that patch of sand
The picture you painted today
Will be completely different from the picture
You painted yesterday

Simple, don't just look but look and see

Look don't keep coming to me about increasing crime
Lack of social welfare
Problems about immigration and lack
of housing

I have enough problems of my own.
What kind of car will I buy next year?
Where are the best universities for my kids?
(I had to get my PA to research that)
What holiday will 20,000 dollars buy me?
How many new outfits can my wife get for
5,000 dollars for the holiday?

For ***** sake with the problems I have and you expect me to sort out yours, get a life, I'm only a politician

She went into hospital yesterday I got the bad news today
My dear sister Jackie this lunch time passed away

All her working life in a hospital doing good for all
But now shes gone to that other place as all of us must do

RIP Jackie 1951-2014

What is the best description of you?
I've lost the words to describe
What is the best way to thank you?
I've lost the right words to use

What is the best description of me?
You say you've lost the words to describe
What is the best way to thank me?
You say you've lost the right words to use

What is the best description of me?
You will re find the words to describe
What is the best way to thank me?
Well just use the words in your heart

Rina and Joe

You know I was just wondering what might have been
If I had been born a her and not a me
Would I have been beautiful hmm no chance of that
I would probably grown up fat
Very broad across the *** with stretch marks and a sagging tum
38 double D across the top, no way could I cope with that
So I guess I'm glad I was born as me cos I couldn't have coped with being she

Just to let you know I'm back from my holiday. Unfortunately I had no internet connection and very little in the way of phone connection so it's going to take me a few days to catch up

Joe

Just sitting in my garden
The humidity of the day washed away by a gentle breeze
Over to my right the stand of oaks
Silhouetted against the darkening evening sky
Very little noise, just the muted sounds of televisions and music
Just occasionally I run my fingers through
Lemon balm, mint and thyme
Freeing their beautiful fragrance into the night air
A few feet away my chiminea glows
The dancing flames and wood smoke almost hypnotic
I could be sat glued to the tv but then I would miss all this
Miss what?
The peace, the quiet, the tranquillity
My garden, my oasis of calm...

He who plays his own trumpet the loudest
Usually can't play more than three notes

No... I don't believe in God....(Gods)
Hypocracy, I attend church, Friday prayers!!!
That makes me better than you
do you really believe that?
The bible, the quran, books that speak of love and peace,
of humility.
But still the atrocities go on
in the name of the various religions.
Oh dear I'm now offending some of you
but I'm not going to apologise.
Take a long hard look at yourselves
are you the one who called that person a vicious animal
when he/she murdered that child?
What an insult to animals. Animals dont ******.
More people have died in the name of our various religions
than for any other reason.
Yeah, lets go to our churches, mosques and temples,
lets listen to the hypocritical preaching of love and peace
THEN go home and **** the neighbours because they
dont believe in your religion.
Oh dear, who is this terrible man with his blasphemous writing?
I hope my god strikes him down and sends him to hell.
Well that's ok because hell cant be any worse
than than the hell that man has caused
In the name of religion

Get away from it all and step into the wild
Feel fresh rain against you skin
Linger here awhile
Find a cool and shady place where you can lay your head
Beneath a canopy of stars
Gleaming like diamonds overhead
Forget the stress of daily life, let nature have her way
Wake, refreshed, renewed to greet the brand new day
Forget the unforgiving city steets,
Leave your mobile phone behind
Forget the stress of daily life
For a short while, leave it all behind

Well I guess I can be both because I'm the one
who chose to send our boys girls out there
to fight that war

Some one had to go it wasn't me, I stay at home
and ponder over my next words and lies
to feed the gullible minds out there

So your destitute and broke, well for me thats just a joke,
its not my fault that your kids will starve
Ive more important things to than to worry over you
I have to go and by anothef expensive car

Oh sorry I forgot it was me who hatched the plot to starve you
and send the kids to war

Do you think that I lose sleep about their torn and shattered
flesh? Or of the shattered minds that come back home

For four  days now we've run before the bitter raging storm
timbers cracked and broken,  sails  rent and torn

Hold fast my boys hold fast for a mighty wave is bearing down
and if your swept across the rail you will surely drown

I should try to wear the ship, get her head into the wind but if
I do my bonny lads we might end up twenty fathoms down

Helmsman stand here close by me, I will lash you to the wheel,
I can't afford to lose you lad for I need your arms of steel

Lads  I will do my best to bring you safely home but we stand
into terrible danger and still yet may come to harm

My crew are tired,  weary, lashed by wind and rain, but still
they bravely fight the raging storm bearing all their pain

Then comes a mighty shout,  see there a patch of blue,  the storm
clouds liks curtains open and the sun comes into view

Gather round me now my lads and give thanks to him above for
through your courage and his guidance I can return you to
those you love.

Yes, I could write a thousand words
Every comma, colon and exclamation mark in place
Spend a month with a dictionary,  long winded fancy words
Wow, what a work of litary art

But

After the first twenty lines that make no sense
Twenty lines of fancy words and boredom
You would just stop reading

And so

I just keep it easy to read
Simply simple poetry

Ten lines of simplicity
Can speak volumes
Very little in the way of editing
Very little in the way of punctuation
(Cos I aint that good)

She walked with me in the high wood
And down cold wet forest pathsl
Slept with me in my sleeping bag
Was my constant companion through  the good times and the bad
Yes she could be a grumpy cow with lots  of teeth on show
But just three short hours ago it was her time to go
And so my Mollie Dog left me
For the place where good dogs go
R.I.P my Mollie Dog

I, who faced death on so many occasions
Like so many contributers here did
I, who dealt out death in equal measure
Like so many contributers here did
Can still weep for the sadness in this world
But there are no tears left to fall
Each day a new atrocity
Each day the innocent die
Each day I want to weep
But there are no tears left to fall.

Crazy maybe, OK definitely
But earlier today I went walking in the rain.
Heavy rain
Just shorts, tee-shirt and sandals
Mollie was happy, she still went into the river
For her daily swim
I wanted to get wet
To feel clean and fresh
All my problems washed away by the rain
Maybe for a few hours anyway
I have always loved the rain
The giver of life
Its almost as though my life was being renewed
Refreshed
Why don't you try a walk in the rain

Yes I write for fun be it good or bad
but I seek not the vanity of every single add
ok occasionally I'll pul a poem from the pile
And add it to a collection only if it is worthwhile
Yes according to the rules vanity its called
To add everything you write to every collection called
So interpretation of collection well for me a message clear
if I write of love add to a collection very dear
I see writers here who are very very very good
but please dont add regardles of collections writ for good
You write the words of brilliant prose, others cant compete
but why add a thousanc times the daily poem you do seek
Please, let others be the judge,  let others cast their vote
Lets start to be more sensible,  lets no longer gloat

The words in a torrent flowed
Enthusiasm then unbound
But as the poem grew
The torrent slowed
The words could not be found

Advice she sought from one old man
To guide her on the way
Keep it simple keep it short
Was what that old man did say

When a pup is born it is the norm
To stagger on wobbly legs
Made of rubber no control
Over multi jointed pegs

But given time the muscles grow
And develop more control
And as the weeks and months progress
The pup becomes a whole

And so it is with our kids on here
You must learn to walk before you run
Then in the fullness of time
The greater works will come

Marge and George had been married for 50 years
They made a pact
Who ever went first would come back
And tell the other what heaven was like
Came the day George was called
With his dying breath he told Marge
That he would keep the pact

A few months later Marge heard a voice calling her name
George she answered is it really you
Tell we what life's like on the other side

Well he said we wake up early and have *** several times
before breakfast
After breakfast its more *** then a sleep before lunch
After lunch its fun and games and more *** before supper
Once suppers over its more *** before bedtime

Oh George then surely you must be an angel in heaven
No he said, after I died I ended up as

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A rabbit in Central Park

A Voice From The past

Nineteen years old, why did I die?
I gave up my life so you could be free
Out of the trench, over the top
Keep marching forward
Don’t think to stop
Into dante's inferno of shot and of shell
Men start to die in that corner of hell
Mother dear mother a pitiful cry
I don’t want to be here
I don’t want to die
Only ten yards have been crossed
And the dead lie in rows
More names to be carved
On memorial stones
The machine guns can’t miss us
The range is so short
The reality of modern war
This is not a sport
I continue on into that shot riven hell
A test of my courage a test of my will
A sharp burning pain, its over for me
Another name on the stone
Now just a distant memory
Along with my friends I have given my life
To give you a life
A life that is free

I sit here reading stories in the flickering dancing flames
Stories of fairies,  dragons,  magic and days of old
But also stories of happiness,  sadness, of long lost loves
In the flames I see my long lost love, the dreams that I once had
I want to write the words but I know not where to start
The flickering flames tell me we couldn't live together but we just cant live apart
The thoughts of what I had, I need is just another crack in my heart
In the flames I see the truth of what you meant to me
But I saw my dreams go up in smoke,  it was never meant to be

The air, sultry, full of menace
Thunder heads forming over the distant hills
The animals, birds silent. Gone to places known only to them
They know what's coming
A rabbit a bird they can sense such things
Soon nature is going to reveal her pent up power
Unleash red electric blue bolts to rip the sky asunder
Then, then the very air will reverberate to the crushing sound of thunder
Dogs will cringe and humans wince then at natures electric orchestra
At music they do not comprehend
Some will pray to unknown Gods believing now their lives will end
Comes now the first drops of what will become
A deluge of icy rain
For some that is a blessing as it falls on barren plains
Now the power of nature for all to see
So powerfully revealed
Yes, some may die but many will be healed
Thus is the balance of nature
The weak and old must die
Life is like the ocean and
The ebb and flow of tide

Yes I cry for this sad ******* land.
I cry because I see no justice
I cry for the weak, the starving, the dying
I cry for those who have no hope.
How many of you all so cry? How many of you really care?
I'm just one voice among millions
so what can I do?
NOTHING
You see one voice counts for nothing
in a world of corruption in high places
Put your hand on your heart, feel the beat
but for every missing beat
Another sin against humanity

Come lets make a journey from the mountain to the sea
And look at natures wonders put here for you and me
We wont go by car or take a railway train
We will travel at natures pace travel by natures ways

Together we will wander down the country paths
There is no reason to hurry, lets make this journey last
Lets stroll beside the crystal streams beneath the skies of blue
Study all the flowers of every shade and hue

Come the evenings shadow we will stop to rest
Find a soft and sheltered place where we will rest our heads
No candles or electric lights will we ever need
Just a canopy of twinkling stars  to cover us as we sleep

We will wake up with the dawn to a chorus of singing birds
Wake up to the greatest sounds that man has ever heard
Quench our thirst from the crystal stream and we will set out again
We have left the mountain slopes and have met the grassy plains

No human habitation, no human voices heard
Just the signs of natures, of deer and soaring birds
Bees and butterflies sip nectar from the flowers
As we wander slowly and do not count the hours

We travel ever westward following the sun
Occasionally some dark grey clouds and cool refreshing rain
For us time has no meaning as we journey to the sea
To be at peace with nature is the only thing we need

Suddenly in the distance an expanse of shining blue
Our walk is nearly over  as the sea comes into view
I will look back in wonder at the things that we have seen
Nature in her full glory, mountain plain and stream……

Hand in hand we wander down this pleasant sunlit glade
Bees and birds and butterflies are seen on every side
Just you and I and natures charm, no one else in sight
Side by side, hand in hand under the dappled light
We need no orchestra playing nor the music of a band
We're content with natures music in this green and pleasant land
We pause beside a rippling stream, watch dragonflies do their aerial dance
The air is heady with natures perfume and the feeling of romance
This is the time for lovers, the time for you and I
I embrace you and I kiss you, beneath an azure blue sky