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RH 78 Jan 2015
Come down
Calm down!
No need to frown
Your horse is too high
Touching the sky of morality
My own mortality is all I have left after surrendering to you
Don't let there be a next time
As there is no defence when you commit a love crime!
RH 78 Jun 2015
Walls are the giants fingers.
Walking forward taking in air deep.
Let's make it coast to coast before we breathe our last and sleep.
To the afterlife we depart.
We float up to begin a new chapter albeit with a heavy heart.
Our timber framed bodies have been laid to rest.
Tear soaked rain beats against the faces of those we left behind.
Our souls encased by the loving arms of loved ones awaiting our arrival..
No more suffering.
No more pain.
Free spirits again.
Walls are the giants fingers lifting us up to other worlds.
We made it coast to coast.
Continuing to breathe deep.
Peace at last in the afterlife
Death be the cousin of sleep.
RH 78 Feb 2015
A kick in the *****.
Eyes scratched out.
Limbs on auto pilot.
Body curled into the fetal position.
Vocal chords ripped to shreds!
Drained of all energy.
Lost the will to live.
RH 78 Jan 2015
Jeremy the green alien
Wore a bowler hat
His favourite sport was darts
And he had a pint with that

He drove a little mini
Made in 1985
It chugged and spurted down the road
The alien could drive!

He was popular with ladies
He stood out from the crowd
He always had one on his arm
Despite not being loud.

But Jeremy was lonely
And sometimes he felt down
His family from the planet plaxo
Never came to town.

Aliens are clever
And aliens are bright
He tinkered with his mini
So that it could take flight

So if you're sitting in the garden
And a mini flies overhead
Think of little Jeremy
With his bowler hat upon his head!

Jeremy visits Plaxo
And flies to earth for dinner
No more sadness anymore
Jeremy is a winner!
RH 78 Dec 2014
In the trench alone.
when will I go home?
From No mans land I hear another moan.
surely, he will not go home.
Mans fight to the death.
"Please come home" our nearest say under their breath.
Blood turns the mud red.
How many more boys and men will go home dead?
A moments silence.
Bird song.
A trickling stream.
It's just a dream.
Mustard gas!
Barbed wire!
Gun fire!
In the trench alone.
When will I go home?
RH 78 Feb 2015
Am
        I alone
                     in thinking
                                         I really am
                          an alien?
RH 78 Feb 2015
Innocent and inebriated.
In the dead of night she staggered.
Young at heart but intoxication excess had made her slightly haggard.
Emotionally charged with deep rooted scars upon her heavy heart.
Shadows clouding judgment her world had been torn apart.
No one knew her plight, her fight, the tragedy she'd faced.
Take the story one year back where the cause is easily traced.
Her little boy of five years old
Alfie was his name
Knocked down by a drunk
Killed stone cold
What an awful shame!
A downward spiral an empty house
The result of a mothers loss
Equating to another drunk
Who couldn't give a toss!
RH 78 Dec 2014
Another day
Hey
Another night
Another morning
Another journey
Another face
Another job
Another sandwich
Another missed opportunity
Another chance
Another frown
Another light
Another queue
Another crowd
Another beep
Another station
Another drink
Another deep breath
Another groan
Another moan
Another half smile
Wait!
Is this life?
I see my kids
I feel alive
They are what I once was
Innocent
Inquisitive
Energetic
Full of promise
Bright eyes
Smiles
Life bottled
Keep it!
Moments in time I will cherish forever.
Gone but never forgotten
RH 78 Feb 2015
I twist and turn your wheel like a man possessed.
Stamping on the brake
Stomping on the gas!
Turn that lever
Honk that horn
Get me there quick!
You growl back at me!
But then comes the affection
I maintain you.
I polish you and give air to your tyres.

Keep going we will get to the finish line together!
RH 78 May 2018
Eye *****
Snooker *****
Footballs

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

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

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

Shiny *****
Squeezy *****
Cheesy *****.
***** ***** *****. they are everywher
RH 78 May 2015
"Can the people at the front please move forward?" Came a stern voice as we piled into the empty lift.

"If I move any further forward I'd be kissing the wall" I replied from the front with an elbow in my back and an old ladies shopping bag on my foot.

"MOVE FORWARD!" She repeated.

"You're havin' a ****** larf!" an annonimous voice mumbled.

"Who said that?" said a professional looking woman in the middle dressed in a suit looking in my direction. "Mind your language!" She frowned.

"Not me I said" looking down.

"MOVE FORWARD, THERES LOADS OF SPACE AT THE FRONT!!" Said the stern voice of the lady pushing forward.

"She's got good ******' eyesight" said an old boy trying not to lose his temper or his balance.

"You should know better!" Said the professional lady switching her glare from me to him.

"Doors closing"

"Do not obstruct the doors"
"Do not obstruct the doors"

"Doors opening"

"Do not obstruct the doors"

"Doors closing"

"Do not obstruct the doors"

"Lift out of service"

Announced the pre recorded message in the lift.

"MOVE AWAY FROM THE DOORS!"
I shouted!
RH 78 Feb 2015
The barber asked "what would you like?
Quiff?
          bun?
           Mohawk?
slicked back?
           side parting?
                    centre parting?
                                            greased?            
                                      permed?                  
                           straightened?
                   skin head?
               bald head?
        spiky?
        A comb over?
pony tail?
        pig tails?
                    curly?
                            frizzy?
                      dyed?
                               mop top?
                         French crop?
                 blue rinse?
           purple rinse?
                             step?
                                    undercut?
                                              shaggy?      
                                     dreadlocks?"
"No thanks" I replied
"I'll have a short back and sides and make it messy on top please"
RH 78 Feb 2015
I saw you from afar.
I was too nervous to speak to you.
Your sweet voice on the other end of the phone gave me goosebumps.
I read your emails again and again hoping for subtle hints that you were interested in me.
You were in a thousand day dreams.
I thought you were too classy for someone like me. Angel like.
Your eyes mesmerised me.
Deep and foreign.
Your hair flowing over your shoulder blowing gently in the breeze.
The scent magnetised to me. Lingering long after you had walked past.
Lips to knock a man dead.
Your fine svelte figure sashayed as you floated silently across the floor.
It was too much
I was lost.
In love.
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.
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.!
RH 78 Feb 2015
Near in the distance stood an ant on a chair.
Smooth but spiky skin with a flock of golden hair.
The ants name was Brian and his mum was the queen.
She drank lots of ***** in the largest nest ever seen.
Brian bucked the trend and turned to magic on the street.
Slight of hand his favourite or should I say 6 feet?
back to the story,
Brian was on a chair
Just about to remove it and levitate in the air!
The trick of a all tricks He hoped to be a star.
Make lots of money and travel wide and far!
The chair was removed and Brian floated high. No strings attached going upwards to the sky!!
Not a place for ants and this trick he did not tweak for Brian was last seen in a big birds beak.
The rumours quickly spread when attached to a tree twig was Brian's golden wig.
RH 78 May 2015
A lonely man buries his head
A sad man buries the past
A forgiving man buries the hatchet
A man in mourning buries a loved one
RH 78 May 2015
He peeps through the looking glass of life.
Emotionally detached, a social recluse.
Avoid eye contact.
Avoid eye contact.
Don't dare look at me!
That's right you've seen him!
But.... Have you actually seen him?
Or is he just a figment of your imagination?
For he's the stalker.
Lurking about in the shadows.
Spying on you from afar through those holes in the wall.
A human CCTV system looking you up and down when you least expect it.
Recording your every move in the memory bank.
Voyeuristic tendencies with the inability to openly admit he's one step away from the psychiatric ward.
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.
RH 78 Jan 2015
I never met you
I didn't take the call
We never crossed eyes
We didn't have lunch
We never touched
We didn't rush
You had been honest
I hadn't been so stupid
He never knocked on the door
The truth never came out
I made a different choice.
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.
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.
RH 78 Feb 2015
New technology
          Evolving circuitry
                       Shiny quality tactile
                                                  Need it
                                              Want it
                                          Got it
                   New technology
   Swipe swipe gleaming
          Add the apps for gaming
                                              Have it
                                                Played it
                                        Dropped it!
                             Cracked screen
    That's what happened to my
            new technology.
Has this happened to you?
RH 78 Jan 2015
The daily grind
Is on my mind
Not all the time
But on Sunday night
I will recite this rhyme
So I can sleep tight
And not fret
So I get
Up
On
Time
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.
RH 78 May 2015
Sunny day
Cloudy day
Layabout in the house all day
Windy day
Rainy day
Woke up in a haze today
Happy day
Sad day
Back to work after a holiday
RH 78 Feb 2015
She said "you are the one"
He responded "you are also the one..."
She grabbed him because she was so happy
He was not so happy
She had finished her sentence
He had not finished his sentence
RH 78 May 2015
The glint of a gold coin discarded and under a hedge.
The unmistakeable ***** and ****** of the shrapnel congregating at the bottom of my pocket.
I can find any combination of currency in a lovely jingle jangle of metallic discs.
The cashier slips me a note and some change on top which spills onto the counter.
A 10 pence piece tries an audacious spinning escape morphing into a ball.
The change rattles again as it all settles at the bottom of my pocket after dropping in the new recruits.
I slide the discoloured crinkled creased five pound note into my leather wallet nicely nestling next to a ten pound note.
I love the  smell of ***** money!
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.
RH 78 Feb 2015
Tell me you love me.
I can never get enough!
RH 78 Aug 2015
Defender
                 Fiesta
                            Focus
                                       Zaphira
                            Vectra
                   Leon
         Astra
Ibiza
These car model names just fell into place.
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
RH 78 Feb 2015
Jealousy breeds envy but breeding is envious if done lots!
RH 78 Feb 2015
Young love.
Raging passion.
Jealous eyes.
Immature reasons.
Resentment.
Distance
Separation.
Move on.
RH 78 Dec 2014
They roll.
The close.
They're near my nose.
They wink.
They weep.
They dream when I sleep.
Windows to the soul.
Pupils black as coal.
I see all sorts.
They are the gateway to my thoughts.
I cherish my eyeballs!
RH 78 Jan 2016
Punch
Kick
Body shot
Headbutt
Elbow
Knee
Slap
Pinch
Hair pull
Fly kick
Drop kick
****** nose
Awkward silence
Depart.
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.
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.
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!
RH 78 Feb 2015
I looked the other way but saw you coming
I heavily subsidised you and acted on impulse but I saw you coming.
Like a leach unable to find it's own food source I saw you coming but let you take a sip before you could bleed me dry.
You ducked and you dived but I saw you coming.
No fancy footwork though, you tried to bulldoze your way by acting out a false reputation.
No one works for someone who barks. That's your style. A riddle makes more sense than you do.
I saw you coming.
You're a sugar loaf!
I'm golden syrup!
I saw you coming!
Seeing is avoiding!
RH 78 May 2015
Gentlemen kiss but never tell.
But I'm not one of those.
I love it when I shoot my load and it dribbles down her nose!
Sad but true!
RH 78 Feb 2015
The giraffe and the mouse lived in a big tall house.
The mouse asked giraffe "do I make you laugh?"
In response to the mouse, the giraffe said "no"
"How can I laugh when you're close to my toe?"
"Close to your toe?" Said the mouse "but why?
Giraffe looked down and began to cry.
"It's a long story mouse" giraffe cried in despair.
"I'm all ears" said mouse and he pulled up a chair.
"To cut a long story short I've got an in growing nail"
"Oh" said mouse with a flick of his tail.
"Leave it to me I'll be back in a minute"
He brought back a kit with some first aid in it.
"Lift up your foot" and mouse set to work.
Giraffe raised his leg trying not to ****.
Mouse fixed the nail in no time at all
Giraffe was impressed by mouse so small!
"How did you do it?" Asked  giraffe in disbelief
Mouse just wiped his brow with a handkerchief.
"While I'm down here giraffe is there anything I've missed?"
"After all...
                   I'm the one and only....

Qualified rodent chiropodist!"
RH 78 Feb 2015
Maybe it was the glasses you were wearing that drew me to you.
After all being short sighted I wear glasses too.
My opening line was "nice frames. Where are they from"
You responded "from the opticians in town. Are you short sighted or long?"
I gave you a wink.
"Do you Fancy a drink?"
You screamed "cut the crap"
And gave me one hell of a slap!
RH 78 Feb 2015
You can smack me down
I'll get back up
Make sure I can't
If I do get up
You'll
           Go
                 Down
                            Like
                                     A
                                         Sack
                                                 Of
                                                      Spuds!
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
RH 78 May 2015
She came in late
There was no hello
I wasn't asleep
But she wasn't to know
My head on the pillow
Eyes closed shut
She'd been out drinking
And was now half cut.
She left her phone upon the bed
She went to the bathroom
Her texts I read..
Intimate messages from another man
Consumed by her..... not in my plan!
Yearning for kisses meant for me.
It takes two to Tango... Not three!

"Thanks for the kiss" her last text read.
The nail in the coffin.
Was our relationship dead?
Shock.
Confusion.
Anger.
Denial.
How long had this been going on?
The Toilet flushed
The bathroom door creaked open.
She tip toes across the hall.
Into the bedroom.
"I love you" she whispered in my ear.
The penny dropped!
How considerate.
I was well and truly taken for an idiot!
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.
RH 78 Jun 2015
Her wings.
Heaven sent, cutting the air in a cross cross formation.
Partially attached, each as delicate as a snowflake, lighter than air.
Such wonderment can only be created in the minds eye.
Broken hearts lead to broken spells.
Heavy tears drop before curly wisps flutter and settle.
Replaced by the yearning of new found desire.
Her wings.
When love and desire fades it is soon replaced with vigour by the passion created by new love interests.
This was written for those I loved and lost/left.

True love never dies.
RH 78 Feb 2015
He heard her before he saw her
When he saw her he turned into a meerkat.
Her high heels seeking his attention.
He drew the line at sniffing her when he realised she was not dangerous.
She may have turned into a cobra if he did.
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