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Nov 2019 · 219
I miss you
RH 78 Nov 2019
Left kidney aches and a hum resonates in the cranium.
The boiler kicks in with its usual click, click, buzz.
Silence is broken by a whoosh overhead plane breaking clouds above.
All is quiet.
All is tranquil.

If I could just see you again.
Thinking of those I've loved and lost.
I miss them more when all seems normal.... Nothing will ever be the same again.
Aug 2019 · 799
Cheater survivor.
RH 78 Aug 2019
When you left
I felt low
I felt hurt
I felt crushed
I felt upset

After you left
I felt stronger
I felt alive
I felt independent
I felt awake

Now you have left
I feel stronger
I feel wiser
I feel happier
Not every ending should be sad. In time YOU will feel better. In time YOU will feel STRONGER. Some things are not meant to last but provide you with experience and knowledge to have a better life.
Aug 2019 · 307
Timeless love
RH 78 Aug 2019
Grain falls through hourglass

Sand on sand, pyramid like

You grey, I grey

Withering clasping hands

Doting eyes upon growing child

Bursting beaming light

Energy combined

Distance a mere circumstance

No holding back

Intense timeless love
Aug 2019 · 676
Gold dust
RH 78 Aug 2019
You are
Gold dust
Rare

You are
Gold dust
Shine

You are
Gold dust
Precious

You are
Gold dust
You are amazing
Feb 2019 · 292
Two + Two = Four
RH 78 Feb 2019
Wind in hair.
I took you there.
Roof down.
We rode round town.
Young and free.
It was meant to be.

Wind in hair.
We travelled there.
By passenger jet.
Foreign lands we met.
Wiser and older.
Beauty in eye of beholder.

Wind in hair.
Memories to share.
Two kids in tow.
A family to grow.
Happy and content.
A life heaven sent.
I love my family. It means the world to me. My partner and kids are my life.!
Feb 2019 · 458
Homeless London Town
RH 78 Feb 2019
Upon a bed of newspapers lay a creased red cotton shirt.
No fixed abode
Dirt appears on dirt
Grind teeth.
Got any change said man with can in hand.
Card and blanket with dog curled underneath.
Comatosed body rigid from a fix.
Brandished **** and theif.
Patchwork multicoloured polyester tents adorn a high end shop.
The homeless issue continues to worsen in London. I can’t remember seeing it so bad.
Jan 2019 · 562
Rainy London
RH 78 Jan 2019
Green strips upon copper coloured chimneys.

Slushy puddles refill as the single line traffic churns up choke inducing fumes.

Frilly octagon honey comb with their black on polka dot polyester.

Grey meets black amongst hustle and bustle broken by car toot and shoe shuffle.

Pavement lights shape shift as rumble follows rumble.

Green strips upon copper coloured chimneys.
Head down to central London.... evoke the spirits of the past.. urban life carries on no matter what the weather... we get our fair share of wet in these parts!
Jan 2019 · 554
Growth of humanity
RH 78 Jan 2019
Consumerism
                              Capitalism
                                                       Tabloidism
Buy
                              Grow
                                                        Shock
Work
                              Thrive
                                                        Scare

Debt
                              Certainty
                                                        Theatre
Is this really human progress? Are we a truly happy society when we’re constantly burdened with the pressure to build grow and develop our world in this manner.? I fear for those who cannot keep up. Third world countries left behind whilst global super powers monopolise this planet. What’s next for us all?. Divisions, greed Can’t be the way.. our problems are not the problems of our neighbours who may need more help than us.
Jan 2019 · 625
Rules of engagement.
RH 78 Jan 2019
Cross winded sleet....

                            Cutting across like pencil lines.

Droplets turn to a stream...

                            Down the greyed creased faces.

Mud laced skin......

                            Cloth absorbs and stains.

White washed lines.....

                            Defining all perimeters.

Carnage amongst serenity.......

                             It’s all over.......
My take on Love, life, war, sport, work..... we’re all bound by rules. I find it all fascinating!
Jan 2019 · 1.3k
End of a life long journey
RH 78 Jan 2019
Flooded lungs.
Last breath taken.

Crushed heart.
Laboured pump.

Aching body.
Lie still. Rest now.

Dry eyes thin mottled skin.
Lids closed.

1 last memorial laid for a Husband, Dad, Grandad, friend.

R.I.P. M
Death comes to all bar none. Father in law passed. R.I.P. M
Jan 2019 · 368
LOL
RH 78 Jan 2019
LOL
Drum roll

Sausage roll

Forward roll

Baby doll

Own goal

Sad soul

Dancing pole

LOL
Playing with words again.
May 2018 · 513
Cold Turkey
RH 78 May 2018
Slats and slits.
Lights shimmer, gathering on the coffee cup revealing a pattern of circular tide marks.

Grates and grit.
Shadows under eyes, creating a weathered haggard stormy expression.

Belly rumble

                       Shakes

                                  Greyed skin

                     Eye lash crust

Illustrate me...
2 hours sleep. No one can escape a life of excess.
May 2018 · 486
Balls
RH 78 May 2018
Eye *****
Snooker *****
Footballs

No *****
Big *****
Snow *****

Kick *****
Rugby *****
Small *****

Tennis *****
Billiard *****
Hairy *****!

Shiny *****
Squeezy *****
Cheesy *****.
***** ***** *****. they are everywher
Feb 2018 · 466
No mans land
RH 78 Feb 2018
I still ache, bullets fly.
Whizzing by.... that was close!
Face down buried in mud crippled with fear.
Mustn't cry there's still blood in my eye
Think of tea.. a nice cuppa... will god save me?
From no mans land back to the trench I slither back down to safety.
Rotten flesh... oh the stench!
Fight for country, peace and crown they said.
The smell of death fills the air.
I take a breath, look up and pray there is a god.
A noise.. I Look around... no one there.?
I drift off dreaming of home a beautiful barley field on a summers day my sweetheart running towards me.
I wake up to moans, mud, guts, blood and a grey skies again. Will I see my sweetheart again.?
Is this hell on earth?
A nightmare now reality?.
Must be. Forced to serve crown and country! This was not meant to be.
Open gritty eyes. Heavy shoulders.
Up and over again let's give them Germans a surprise.!!
Muddy heavy boots fight a terrain of wire, body parts, bones, wood, wire, the drip drip drip slip against blood sweat and tears.
Rat-a-tat-tat. Boom.!
No ammo left.!
While soldiers face a famine the rats feast on a dead soldiers face.
Getting fatter and fatter becoming the only winners in this god forsaken place.
I hear a moan in the land of no man.
I hear breath, see life, slippery and heavy, i pull and drag, falling, stumbling, mumbling my soul is crumbling.
Everything is a fight for survival.
Heaven a step closer for one of us.
I look across.
I hold my cross.
Exhausted.
No time to cry.
Boom.!

Bye.

Another fallen soldier including me.

RIP



Another fallen soldier.

RIP
Nov 2016 · 744
Better life
RH 78 Nov 2016
For Crown and for the country
For peace and for democracy
All for a better life

They stepped into the unknown
They left their families behind
All for a better life

Dreams were shattered, people lost.
The result was at a human cost.
All for a better life

Fields without a crop to show
Fields where man did drop
All for a better life

White stones to remember
White stones for respect
All for a better life

The tears we've shed
The Poppy's we wear
We thank you for a better life
Thinking of my great grandad today. A driver during WW1. RIP Leonard William Hughes. Royal signals 1912/1916.
Jun 2016 · 3.2k
Brexit
RH 78 Jun 2016
Some voted for freedom from that rusty  EU shackle.
Discussed immigration issues they were unable to tackle.
An establishmentarian North, South divide. When poverty strikes there's nowhere to hide.
Deep trenched anger rising from the disenfranchised vote. The pound devalued as the right wing gloat.
Uncertain times causes a global ripple. Bank of England acts to avoid economic *******.
But what of our neighbours? Our brothers in arms? Democratic victors, do they know who this harms?
Young against old, divisions laid bare. Political wrangling, do they really care?
The Prime Minister resigns and a new chapter to be written.
Democracy wins in a diverse, Great Britain.
Felt obliged to pen some words subsequent to the Brexit vote. Britain voted and in the coming years is set to leave the EU. Uncertainty has manifested itself in many ways since but the debate roars on. The political establishment are in turmoil. Resignations are a daily occurrence as the bloodbath spills into the media.,! Our ears are glued to the news to establish what happens next and there is an underlying sense of excitement from the leave voters that our Country can spread its wings on the global stage again and renegotiate our position in the single market (EU) as well as strengthen old relationships worldwide. Whatever happens, the majority of our people are extremely hard working. Our adopted europen citizens have unequivocally assisted our country to thrive. Long may this continue.!
Jun 2016 · 1.2k
Smile
RH 78 Jun 2016
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      m
          ile                          con
                                               tagious
               is a          and                        gift.
                       free
                          


Give         And        What
         One          See           Happens!



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                 O       O
                       I
              .                 .
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                 ..............
Jun 2016 · 727
Fight for life
RH 78 Jun 2016
Through broken ribs they took lung outright.
Slurs of pain through the morphene nights.
Purple ink X on skin laid bare.
The result of lump and cancer scare.
My step father passed some 25 years ago aged 34. RIP. His suffering during a brave 9 month battle with lung cancer still haunts me to this day.

1st edit - reworded 1st line to maintain equal rhyming flow throughout the poem.
Jun 2016 · 1.3k
My head
RH 78 Jun 2016
My head is so heavy.
Face haggard and aged.
Each crease telling a true tale of smiles and cries.
Salty teared eroded skin.
Kissed by the sun and by the beauty.
Thick storm cloud coloured tressles cover its top. Complete with a unique doubled crowned style of it's own.
White and grey now bless the chin of a once brown beard. Turbulent times have etched into it the disheveled but distinguished appearance.
I'm the same but different. Age waits for no man and I embrace ageing like a new found hobby.
Mar 2016 · 31.0k
Nan
RH 78 Mar 2016
Nan
Tender oversized hugs made of never ending love.
        
A broad smile bought belly laughs time and time again.
                                                  
Aching cheeks from a dose of over indulged happiness.

Always larger than life.
                        Life and soul.
                                     Our life and soul.

Deep set wrinkles from a lifetime of worry.

Never stopping to rest.

Fussing here pampering there.

Your selflessness and determintion to     enjoy life knew no bounds.

     You enjoyed the next generation of            
          the family as much as the last.

      No longer disabled and heaven                      
     rejoices at the return of an angel.

           The last of your generation.
      Reunited with long lost relatives.

We feel your love Nan
       We always have.
              We always will.

Till we meet again....

Good night
                    and
                            God Bless.
                                    X
Sad times. Our Nan died. RIP nanny Vi.
Feb 2016 · 852
Lost love.
RH 78 Feb 2016
I never fell for you.
I jumped!
I wore springy shoes.
That night we ******!

I wanted more.
You gave a smile.
It got serious.
You ran a mile!

Another lost love.
A memory lingers.
The thing I miss most...
Your healing fingers!
Lost love! Just a blur.... Moved on!
Feb 2016 · 6.7k
Motorway traffic jam.
RH 78 Feb 2016
Bumper to bumper.
Stormy rain.
Strong gusts of wind.
Bridge closed again.
Anti clock wise delays.
Bored of radio.
Stuck in the traffic.
Light blinks...
                      Fuel low....
                                           Oh no!
Stuck on the M25 in the UK again! How can a bit of wind and rain ******* our infrastructure?? Inspirational madness.!
Feb 2016 · 3.1k
Follow me!
RH 78 Feb 2016
Doll like features
Playing with garden creatures.
You smile, I smile.
Follow me!
Mini shadow.
Poem for my Daughter. She is now 2 years old and such a happy child. She follows me everywhere like a little shadow. Her smile lights up my life.

- 2019 update - my little girl is still the light of my life! No matter what mood I’m in she always makes me smile!
Jan 2016 · 4.4k
I, Sloth
RH 78 Jan 2016
The sloth is a creature which I can relate.
I do not rush, I'm always late.
It's laboured movements are a wonder to me.
A bit like mine at half past three.
He likes a snooze he sleeps all day.
The same as me if I had my way!
Sloths have beards and so do I.
They hang from trees.
I might just try!
I love sloths and I like their style
They're just like me with my great big smile!
Jan 2016 · 646
Fight
RH 78 Jan 2016
Punch
Kick
Body shot
Headbutt
Elbow
Knee
Slap
Pinch
Hair pull
Fly kick
Drop kick
****** nose
Awkward silence
Depart.
Jan 2016 · 675
Significance
RH 78 Jan 2016
Matter.
Just matter.
Microscopic dust particles on earths surface.
My significance in this universe of galaxies, super novas and giant stars is hard to comprehend when a single thought is able to consume my every waking moment.
That thought?
I'm insignificant.
Dec 2015 · 1.6k
Passport
RH 78 Dec 2015
Burgundy book oh such a creation.
500 million British passports in circulation.

Patterned leaves adorning a secret interior. Without this treasure am I inferior?

Access to benefits and free healthcare. In a world like ours in a world so unfair.

Shiny pocket book taken for granted?
Non owners aware of its powers, automatically deemed the disenchanted.

Access to a phone call.
Access to legal aid.
Access to commonwealth.
Access to the European Union.
Access to free education.
Human rights.
Freedom.

That marvellous lifesaving book of epic proportions with the ability to eradicate human ill-fortune.
Interestingly, 500 million passports are in circulation..... Britain has a population of 64 million!!!!!
Nov 2015 · 740
Downward waves
RH 78 Nov 2015
Dribbling down creating waves.
Cut through the water knife like shapes.
A tear drop is all it takes.
Our love never at stake to leave like this would be a mistake.
The hardship of a word our lips won't partake.
Downward waves upon a tear filled lake.
Nov 2015 · 694
Sacre Bleau!
RH 78 Nov 2015
High alert.
Bullets and bombs.
Terror atrocity in a cosmopolitan city.

Solidarity, unite.
Take heed we must.
Fighting terror, not leading to error.

Red white and blue.
Lest we forget.
Hath links to freedom in an Arabic Kingdom.
The Arab Kingdom of Syria was the first modern Arab state to come into existence but only lasted a little over four months (8 March–24 July 1920). During its brief existence, the kingdom was led by Sharif Hussein bin Ali's son Faisal bin Hussein. Despite its claims to territory of a Greater Syria, Faisal's government controlled a limited area and was dependent on Britain which, along with France, generally opposed the idea of a Greater Syria and refused to recognize Faisal as its king.[1] The kingdom surrendered to French forces on 24 July 1920.
Nov 2015 · 736
Mere mortal
RH 78 Nov 2015
From flat number 40 on the morning of January 6th 2004 I removed myself from the situation.

I felt free that day taking photo after photo looking at the world with new vigour hoping to remind myself one day in the future that the sun peeping through leafless trees on a sunny winters morning brought more joy into my life than anything else at that time.

Out of the blue two weeks later I received a phonecall from you telling me you were moving out.

A week after you moved out you told me you were going to San Francisco for a holiday.

A day after coming back from San Fransisco you told me you went there with another man.

A week after that you told me it was your boss.

A month before you moved out you told me your boss earnt good money and that we never did anything together anymore.

On the night of January 5th 2004 I read a text on your phone from an anonymous ID which said "you consume me. I can't wait to kiss you again"

The last time I saw you I told you I loved you despite the fact I knew you'd left me for your boss. In fact, I knew you'd let him take you away to San Fransisco and he had moved into your new flat. That was the day I realised you'd fallen from grace and I'd put you on an invisible pedestal for the last 8 years. We both needed to move on.

I smile on a sunny winters day when the sun peeps through leafless trees knowing I never wasted my love on you. You were a mere mortal looking for a way out.
RH 78 Nov 2015
He laid waste everything in his way.
The fierce smiling gentle giant.
Ball in hand and try after try opponents brandished him a freak wishing he'd go away.
Crowds did gather to bear witness to his talents as he lit up the world taking rugby to a whole new level.
Hailed an All Black great and a global phenomenon.
I will never forget you Jonah Lomu.
Felt compelled to put pen to paper after hearing of the Sad death of rugby legend Jonah Lomu. One of my favourite players.
A brave man who suffered from a rare kidney disease which ultimately cut his life short.
His rugby prowess forever etched in the memory of anyone who witnessed him bursting onto the world stage as the youngest ever All Black player during the 1994 rugby World Cup.

Rest in peace human bulldozer thanks for the memories!
Nov 2015 · 17.3k
Our society
RH 78 Nov 2015
Malnourished children
Them sunken eyes.
Impoverished families
With no supplies.
Homeless and begging.
No safety net.
Jobless youth
Riddled with debt.
Neglected elders
They deserve more
Our society, crippled with knees to the floor
Oct 2015 · 3.7k
Sins of powers
RH 78 Oct 2015
A summer of discontent
Uprooted families swap a bombed house for tent.

A summer of disbelief.
Acts of terror but where is the relief?

A summer of turmoil.
Mass migration not safe on home soil.

A summer of confusion.
Gangs, traffickers, corruption collusion.

A summer of down trodden flowers.
The tears we shed from the sins of powers.
I felt the need to pen this subsequent to daily reports of the terrible migrant atrocities which continue to happen as a result of the unsettled nations in North Afria. European nations have no cohesive solution to deal correctly with the influx of people. Their plight ignored daily. Countries such as Greece & Turkey are experiencing first hand the social impact as they struggle to cope. The powers seem at odds to deal with it all. Where is the humanitarian effort to correct the sins created by the powers that be?
Oct 2015 · 881
Last orders
RH 78 Oct 2015
Tip tap tip tap.
Diagonal shadows dance across the steering wheel as the relentless rain forms and overflows.
A moments silence.
Chrome flickers under the street light.
The shooter cocked and ready.

An innocent marked man sits upon a bar stool merrily sipping a pint of Guinness in the pub.
Sticky patterned carpet under foot from many a spilt beer.
Scented ***** wafts out of the boozers pores towards the masked assassins.
A couple hog the fruit machine, the jackpot only a pound away.

10 shots ring out leaving the punters ducking for cover.
Ears pierced by the noise.
Screams.
The assassins shadows are gone long before anyone could bear witness to the terrifying act.

Body slumped, but alive.
Burnt fleshy smoke emanating from the slug holes in an innocent mans abdomen.
Pint toppled adding another stain to the collection on the old carpet.

Wrong target.
Wrong man.
Wrong bar stool.
A pub regular in Manchester (UK) was shot by mistake because he was sitting on the intended target's bar stool.

The 49-year-old victim suffered seven gunshot wounds to his torso when two masked men walked into the Ashley Brook pub in Salford and fired at least 10 shots.

It is believed the man was an innocent victim of the attack on Bank Holiday Monday night, May 26 2014.

A source said: "The victim was unlucky because he was sat in the wrong place and physically looks a bit like him.”

Gun crime is on the increase in the UK.
Oct 2015 · 574
Love Smudge
RH 78 Oct 2015
Forever etched in the mind.
You.
Perfect pure beauty.
All consuming.

Forever etched into the mind.
You and me.
Timeless love.
Fleeting glances.

Forever etched into the mind.
Me and you.
Undiscovered love.
Sleepless nights.

Forever etched into the mind.
Us.
True love.
Endless.

Forever etched into the mind.
Him.
Unknown but destructive.
Weakness exposer.

Forever etched into the mind
You and him.
Heart break.
Emptiness.
I learnt the harshest lesson in love..... Never take it for granted! This is a summary of my first true love which I thought would last forever. How wrong could I be!! She ran off with her boss from work!!!

My perception of love has changed over the years and believe it to be a transitional journey which is fluid. It's healthy to reflect on past experiences. We're only human after all and all make mistakes.

Masterpieces are not made without the artist having the odd smudge!
This is my first love smudge.
Sep 2015 · 1000
The twinkle
RH 78 Sep 2015
Catch the twinkle in my eye?
Slip it in your purse.
It's the only star you'll need in this universe.

You have it to keep
Treat it well.
What the future brings no one can tell.

You've had it ten years now.
A boy of five and a girl of three.
The twinkle shining bright via two smaller versions of you and me!
human chemistry never fails to amaze. We live on through our children. You'll never know what happens if you catch the twinkle in someone's eye!

Edited last line to read "you and me!" After all.... My lovely wife also played the leading role in bringing my beautiful children into this world! :)
Sep 2015 · 32.1k
The little Boy on the beach
RH 78 Sep 2015
Why is there a little boy lying on the beach?
Washed up.
Lifeless.
All for a new life too far to reach?

Why is there a little boy lying on the beach?
Terrorists
Heartless.
What happened to the human rights we all preach?

Why is there a little boy lying on the beach?
Traffickers.
Gangs.
Displacing people no home and no speech.

Why is there a little boy lying on the beach?
A son.
No future.
We hang our heads and weep!
Broken hearted and deeply affected by pictures I saw in the news depicting the lifeless body of a little boy no older than three who was photographed washed up on the shore line of Turkey. The result of further illegal human smuggling, people trafficking promising to get families to Europe on a false promise. All too often, people are put into small boats unable to sustain the weight of all the people put upon it and not fit for purpose. This is yet another shocking event in the wake of atrocities taking place in North Africa where the displacement of millions of innocent people continues. Governments are too busy counting the pennies and quarrelling amongst themselves in addition to wasting precious time as gangs and smugglers take advantage of the situation by sending people to their death profiting from the desperation of families searching for a place to call home. When will this end? RIP to the little boy, his brother and mother who all perished.
Aug 2015 · 1.0k
The moon
RH 78 Aug 2015
I was watching the moon on a midsummer night. It turned fire red and It gave me a fright.

I was listening to a river in the middle of the winter. It washed up a stump which gave me a splinter.

I could feel the sun on a spring afternoon. I took a deep breath and thought about the moon.

The moon was scary and the moon made me shiver but it didn't inflict pain like the splinter from the river.

I was watching the moon on a midwinter night. A shadow cast across it and disappeared from my sight.
Aug 2015 · 2.0k
Emblems of an Autopista
RH 78 Aug 2015
Defender
                 Fiesta
                            Focus
                                       Zaphira
                            Vectra
                   Leon
         Astra
Ibiza
These car model names just fell into place.
Aug 2015 · 740
The tree
RH 78 Aug 2015
You just look at me in that non judgemental way as you stand gently swaying in the breeze.
Arms outreach like the branches of a tree with leaves of an evergreen.
Your roots are under me, tying knots around my legs as they continue to grow also binding up the words which leave my mouth.
I'm suffocated by your grasping greying bark and have now become intertwined by the vine slowly creeping up your immense trunk.
We continue to grow together and whatever the weather will continue to do so as we are so interconnected that I am you and you are me.
Aug 2015 · 453
How's your luck?
RH 78 Aug 2015
She flicked her hair off her shoulder.
I took it as a sign and became bolder.
I pinched her ***.
She shouted "PERVERT"
Wish I had a time machine to avoid the introvert I had become.
Kickbacks make me laugh. If at first you don't succeed flash the cash!
Aug 2015 · 3.0k
Dark tunnel of migration
RH 78 Aug 2015
Waiting in the winds.
Squinting in the sunlit hills a group of people wait for darkness to fall.
Against all the odds they have travelled land and sea to make it this far but not far enough for THAT better life.
What do they seek on the other side of that dark tunnel?
Health wealth happiness.
Could it be a dream too far?
Even the fittest fail to survive as night after night death grips the bravest to jump onto a moving train destined for Grand Bretagne.
Migrants take life into their own hands as they seek a better life by jumping onto moving trains travelling from The port of Calais in France via the Euro tunnel to Great Britain. There seems to be no end but for added security around the Euro tunnel terminal fences. A month ago 2000 migrants forced their way into the French terminal causing major disruption to train services as the people tried to force their way onto trains. There is no alternative and no way back for these people who will stop at nothing to reach their chosen destination.
Jul 2015 · 1.2k
Human determination
RH 78 Jul 2015
Altogether on the boat.
The waves stood tall.
Not enough space on the boat to hold them all.

25 migrants promised new lives.
They left behind their children.
They left behind their wives.

The dream of prosperity.
The men set sail.
Turned into a nightmare did this sad and sorry tale.

5 died of hunger, 6 of dehydration.
A woeful situation.
No plan B or mitigation.

The men laid to rest at the bottom of the sea.
These were normal people like you and like me.

Looking for a better life.
It's all so terribly sad.
A wife missing her husband.
A child missing his dad.

The only ones to gain are the ones who sold the dream.
The ones who take blood money are never what they seem.

They take the hard earned cash from men who Want a better way of life. They care little for their children and care nothing for their wives.
RIP to all those brave African migrants who tried in vain to look for a better life and desperately tried to get to that place where an opportunity equals a lifeline for their family.

Our borders are shrinking. What does it take for a man to leave his family in search of a better life? I cannot imagine! The statistics are staggering and many lost lives go unreported.

Poignant given the terrible and shocking pictures shown worldwide of a little boy who had drowned and washed up on a Turkish beach. So so sad.
Jul 2015 · 3.6k
Covent Garden by night.
RH 78 Jul 2015
Covent Garden.
Midnight.
Revellers and tourists combined.
The market is heaving.
Last trains are leaving.
An eclectic mix to broaden the mind.

Covent Garden.
2am.
The place is pretty quiet.
Pubs have closed.
Clubs.... God knows.
The tourists have frozen their riot.

Covent Garden.
4am.
A drunkard stumbles by.
Flood lit shops.
A rickshaw stops.
The backdrop against a reddish
sky.

Covent Garden.
6am.
Blokes lurk down Langley street.
The glint of a blade.
A blur in the shade.
Lava tip of cigarette falls to a strangers feet.

Covent Garden.
8am.
Commuters emerge from underground stations.
Workers prepare.
Visitors beware.
Pick pockets attracted like gravitation.
Spent a night shift at Covent Garden in London people watching.
Jul 2015 · 1.7k
Following me?
RH 78 Jul 2015
Ever since you started following me I realised you are a husk of a soul.

Your mere presence is irritating.

The fact that you're being an irritation bolsters my assessment that you are actually an irritating being.

What's it like to be an irritant?

Not sure.

I know you're being a stimulant.
Jun 2015 · 2.0k
The heart of London
RH 78 Jun 2015
Shop fronts, curbs and pavements.
Bin men wear hearts on their sleeve.
Coffee shops, bakers and jewellers.
A homeless man searching reprieve.

Adverts and billboards shine bright.
The cleaners have swept the streets bare.
Commuters and tourists combined.
This city called London we share.

Marching to a steady beat
Marching to a steady beat

The pavement are veins
People the blood
The city the heart

Pumping the beat
Pumping the beat
Jun 2015 · 500
Your words.
RH 78 Jun 2015
Your words took my breath away!

A child being born.
A first kiss.
I will never forget.

Each word enveloping me.
Gripping my attention.
Consuming the fibres of my being.

Each word striking a chord in my heart to make the blood fizz.

My body became a slave to its rhythm. I became a mere husk in awe of beauty.

As a a heavy tear fell I realised it was a poem from you to me. X
Jun 2015 · 504
What's in a name?
RH 78 Jun 2015
"What's your name?"
"John"
"John who?"
"John Stevens"
"Who is, John Stevens?"
"Me"
"Hello Me!"
A play on words... I do this with my kids and it's amazing how this play on words challenges then to explore other ways of explaining who they are. Kids can never explain who "me" is.
Jun 2015 · 3.4k
The dragons tear drop
RH 78 Jun 2015
With a wink it fell.
Slipping, sliding down her cheek.
Oh.... if only I could bottle that stuff.
On eBay it would sell.
Jun 2015 · 477
Important words (10w)
RH 78 Jun 2015
Why do the most important words, get the least attention?
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