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RH 78 Feb 2015
He never met her
He didn't take the call
They never crossed eyes
They didn't have lunch
They never touched
They didn't rush
She had been honest
He hadn't been so stupid
No one knocked on the door
The truth never came out
He made a different choice.
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.
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!
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.
RH 78 Jan 2015
Trees are masters of idleness. Swaying gently in the wind.
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.
RH 78 Jun 2015
Why do the most important words, get the least attention?
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!
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.
RH 78 Jan 2015
I couldn't  look you in the eye
Knowing that your Dad was soon to die.
My guts were twisted.
It's "terminal" the doctor said.
It didn't register in your head.
You were just a kid.
Why is my dad blind?
Life is wicked, so unkind!
His last words to you were "I love you son"
I led you away.
You were unaware it would be his final day.
The suffering passed from father to son.
You fell apart.
Too early was he to depart.
No more dad.
A grieving son.
A heavy heart can weigh a ton.
He lives on through you.
Memories and thoughts are never far away.
I will never forget that very sad day!
Death departed sadness love heartbreak
RH 78 Feb 2015
Your face is permanently etched on the inside of my eyelids.
Your acid similar to a scar on my heart.
RH 78 Dec 2014
Death is life as life is death
Keep on going till your very last breath
Keep on going till you breathe no more
No more breath fear not death
Fear not life
It's too short
Live life love life
till your last breath
Life breath death fear lifeistooshort
RH 78 Jan 2015
Side lined by sudden lines in the form of eye lines. Should a new line be drawn under it? Maybe not . I'll make a B line the next time so I fall in line as my shoes shine.
RH 78 Jan 2015
Holland park to Queensway
Safe as houses
North Acton to White City
Stay on the train
Finchley Road to Wembley Park
"All change please"
"This train terminates here"
West Ham to Star Lane
6 minutes to walk 6 minutes to wait.
Elephant & Castle to Lambeth North
IWM you know what I mean!
East to West North to South
Oyster at the ready!
LNDN
O I love it!
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.
RH 78 Jan 2015
Bobbom bobbom.
Bobbom bobbom.
Blurred visions outside the window as the world rushes by.
bobbom bobbom
bobbom bobbom
Close to other passengers avoiding eye contact but not knowing why.
bobbom bobbom
bobbom bobbom
Time to plot my exit plan as the train slows to a stop.
bobbom bobbom
Schuuum...... Thdddd
Another London rush hour
Squeeze past giving apologetic looks to those I've trod on or knocked.
RH 78 May 2015
The sweet hum of a beautiful melody.
The deep aroma of morning exhaust fumes.
The excited chatter in a foreign tone.
Clip clopping of high heeled shoes speeding up to catch a bus.
The homeless man wrapped in a rotten sleeping bag as close to rigormortis as a live man gets with his palm open but his eyes closed.
The twang of perfume mixed with cigarette smoke floating effortlessly up to the blue sky above.
Marvellous architectural wonders rising from the ground, their dominating shadows line the streets to serve as a reminder that our forefathers laid down the road we still walk today.
RH 78 Jan 2015
If I knew now what I knew then
I would have done it all again
Again you ask?
What do i know?
I knew in time that I would grow
Grow you say. Grow into what?
That my son i have forgot.
All I know is now I'm older
I have become less bolder
I've lived life
I used to take a chance
I used to dance
I used to run free
I was blind to what I couldn't see
I used to jump high
I used to Laugh until I was forced to cry
I loved and lost
I fell asleep out in the frost.
I made mistakes.
I skinny dipped in rivers and lakes
I have no regrets
It's your time now.
I live on through you!
My son, do all the things you want to do and always stay true to you.
One day you too will know what I knew before the day I met you.
When you look back as I do, you too will understand the unconditional love that I have.
For you are a reincarnation of me.
Your dad.
Every step
Every moment
Every event
Every time you need help
Every tear drop
Every achievement
Every failure
I will always be there!
RH 78 May 2015
The saddest day of my life.
My mud baked excrement died at sea. Bobbing up and down with the style of a cheap ******, I wiped a tear from my eye as I said goodbye.
A part of me felt choked as white streams of bog role acted as the white sheet of a ****** scene.
No police, no forensics.
Strangulation appeared to be the cause resulting in decapitation.
Wouldn't have happened if I didn't use Manipulation to overcome the chronic constipation.
Last time I eat beans on toast.
Now I'm being haunted by a **** shaped ghost!
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!
RH 78 Mar 2015
Four letters.
One word.
Most powerful when unheard.
We want to feel it to know it's there.
Cruel but kind, used to snare.
Used to comfort in hard times.
Best shared in poems, sonnets and rhymes.
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.
RH 78 Dec 2014
***** tweeting while they view others from outside the goldfish bowl of two Facebook. Their vision obscured by the very fabric of their fake existence inside a lemmings computer application. Not yet locked into the system as they simulate a life not truly their own as they outwardly pretend to be popular yearning for universal acceptance from a computer screen. In stark contrast to those locked into the system yearning to escape from the drudgery of another night on the M1!
RH 78 Feb 2015
I wanted you whole but you're an unashamed man eater.
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 Jan 2015
Frost
Dark
Aching belly
Aching back
Eat
Stretch
That's better!

What shall I wear?
Go informal I tell myself
Blend in.

Ok.
I think it's time to leave for work.

Don't forget to lock the door
Don't forget your phone

**** I forgot to put out the *******!
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.!
RH 78 Jan 2015
Every time you look at me I melt a little more.
Wrapped up in your innocent face.
You idolise me.
My smile makes you smile again and again and again!
Arms outstretched I need no excuse to lift and protect you.
Absolute pure beauty.
A living doll.
My girl.
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.
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.
RH 78 Feb 2015
Silence
Breath
Hold my hand
Hold me close
Never leave me
My pumping chest
I've never wanted anything as bad as I want you!
The strength
The ease
The passion
Never ending
Never ending!
RH 78 Feb 2015
It's ok
It's ok
It's ok
I calmly say to you
You're barely two
It's the Middle of the night
Did a noise give you a fright?
Time has no meaning in your young and growing mind.
Did you wake because it was your blanket you were trying to find?
Or did the cold make you quiver?
I wrap you up in my grown up arms to stop any type of shiver.
Your lids flutter and then you realise it's me.
I'll hold onto you until you are as comfortable as can be.
Once you start to dream again I'll rest you snugly in your cot.

You have other ideas....

You have me wrapped around your little finger in case I have forgot!
RH 78 Feb 2015
Her body wrapped around the white sheets snakelike.
Eyes half shut and hair tucked behind her ear she took a deep breath then in a post ******* state rolled her eyes closed them, smiled and bit her bottom lip with a half smile.
As my fingers ran down her spine there was only one thing on my mind.
"Now you have to leave him" I whispered softly as I kissed her neck with the conviction of a man possessed consumed by all she had to offer.
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
RH 78 Jan 2015
Annoyance after misunderstanding negative comments which results in a lesson that sometimes nothing really has become something. Breathe. Life meanders on!
RH 78 Feb 2015
Squeaking sneakers squealing as the smoker squelched across the slippery shiny surface.
Sweat slipping off the smokers snout as the law chased. Oliver the overweight officer was overly panting but gained no advantage. Had he finally met his match?
Safe and sound in a storage facility the smoker stayed silent.
Oliver smashed the smoker across the kisser. He'd smelt out his prey by the stench resonating from the smokers smelly socks.
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
RH 78 Mar 2015
Is it the paradox of being paranoid,
That makes me think you are an android?
Look of an alien, that blank expression,
The lasting impression of our love session.
RH 78 Feb 2015
Your skin was floating on the surface of the water like a group of transparent Lilly pads dancing in time with the under current. I wear you!
Later I told you we are just dust. A bunch of nothingness just gathering up. We move to a rhythm we cannot control the complexity of which not fully understood by modern science.
You didn't respond.
How could you when I was talking to myself again?
RH 78 Feb 2015
If I was wrong.
Why did I think I was right for so long?
An argument is all it took.
I felt free and single.
Am I not allowed to look?
You said it was all over.....

Or did you mean over until you decide it's on again?

Now I've given you a real reason to think its over.

You made your decision!

It's ON again!!

Tell me.

Who is wrong?

You or me?

This is crazy!
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!!!!!
RH 78 May 2015
Grey tinted glasses
Your gun has no ink
Look to the sun
No time to think

I could take you to the sun
I could take you to the sun

Lost in translation
A new definition
Look to the moon
It's my premonition

I could take you to the moon
I could take you to the moon

A splatter of colour
A wry little smile
Look to the street
It's only a trial

I can take you to the street
I can take you to the street
RH 78 Jan 2015
The silence of night
Interrupted by light

The calmness of day
Corrupted by a ray

The stillness of time
Interrupted by a crime

The innocence of a kid
Taken and hid

Small voice
Little choice!

I will always protect my child's innocence
For danger can lurk in unexpected places in this dark world.

Take heed.

I will watch, look over, guard, nurture, strengthen, bolster, teach, advise, protect, fight for my kids!

I promise a childhood of love and laughter!

Touch my kids and I will swoop down like a hawk hunting a mouse and I will tear you limb from limb! For there is no greater bond in the world than the bond between parent and child.

Pure Primal Instinct.
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!
RH 78 Jan 2015
You know if you are right. If not, back down.
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!
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.
RH 78 Jan 2015
"Eloquently put"
Said the man with one foot.
"Righty **"
Said the man with no toe.
"Fantastic singer"
Said the man with half a finger.
"What the heck?"
Said the man with a long neck.
"It goes over there"
Said the man with green hair.
"Knock in the pegs"
Said the man with short legs.
"Time to get going"
Said the man who was rowing.

Does it matter what they said?
All had one thing in common.
They had something to say.
RH 78 Jan 2015
Seven years
Years of tears
Tears of a joy
Joy of life
Life of fun
Fun times
Times were wasted
Wasted
I was wasted
Why did I get wasted?
RH 78 Feb 2015
What would Shakespeare think if he were alive today?
Using hellopoetry as his platform to express all he has to say.
Would he choose twitter to tweet and have a Facebook wall too?
Instead of a using a pen he'd be stuck to his laptop like glue!
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