Mary and William
Husband and wife
William cometh
Mary accepts
Is making love
Just poetry ***.
***** and ****
Loved poetry ***
**** would give
***** would accept
Funny thing the
Mating game
Some would say
It’s just all
in the name.

Twelve o’clock
It’s no lie
Im going
to commit
Suicide
Shall I jump
From a ridge
Or
Jump in front
Of a train
From a
Very high
bridge.
Shall I take
sleeping pills
Swallow a bottle of
Of bleach
Or hang myself
From the ceiling
Where my feet
Cannot reach.
Can’t make my mind up
I truly haven’t lied
So I’ve left
It to the
Readers
It’s up
To  you
To decide.

****** bill
Came over
The hill
To
**** **** ****
**** ****.
Bullet proof
Dave who
Was highly
Paid
Had to try
And put him
In his grave.
This wasn’t easier
Said than done
Cause bullet proof
Dave
Thought it
would be
Spoiling
his fun.
****** bill
And bullet
Proof Dave
Were born
Identical twins
In this little battle
Between good and bad
Who do you want
To win

As I stroll
These city roads
Watching people
With heavy loads.
They don’t
say hello
Seem never
to smile,
Just a pedestrian
In another mile.
Red light
Green light
Unaware
These city
Streets
They seem
So bare.

One day in
2025
Another slaughter
Mothers fathers
Sons and daughters
It’s a weird game
Humans play
Why does cruelty
Have its day.
Land of love
Land of peace
Is just a distant dream
Ask the people
Who were involved
Can you
hear their
Screams.
What can you do
When animals play
Terror my friends
Will never
never
go away

got
Writers block
Trying something
Different
will only
Wear one sock.
Do something
Different
Be unkind
Try anything
To unblock
the mind.
Imagination
Let it Run riot
Jolt the memory
Bang a drum
Have an ice cream
Try to fry it.
Wear a shoe
On the foot
with
No sock
Close your eyes
Pretend to be blind
Phone the mother
In-law up
try to be kind
Try to have *** with the
Cat
Second thoughts don’t do that
Trying hard
to
put stylus
to I pad
No more
writings it’s
Making one sad.
Imagination
Still ****** black
Hoping one day I’ll
Be back.
Oh well.

What will
This year
Bring 2025
Will it be
A good year
For Our species
To survive.
This animal
Called human
Needs conflict
And love,
Stars are crying
For humanity
In that space above.
Misery and happiness
Apart they shall be torn
In this year 2025
A new year is born.