Do you ever wonder how
Is becomes was
And then becomes now?
But through the mirror look again
Was becomes is
And now becomes then.

Tom Higgins. 14/06/2014

Leonidus was a lion
And Africa was his home,
But one day he was captured
And caged and sent to Rome.
They sent him to the Collosseum
Where he was made to ****
Lots of skinny Christians
Of whom he ate his fill.
One day he refused to **** some
The Romans cried out "why?"
He looked no longer fearsome,
And he began to cry.
"I am now a gentle sort of cat,
I have eaten so much of this meat
And I have become nice like that,
Because we all are what we eat!"

If I Could Achieve The Impossible.

If I could stop a river's flow
Or reverse a waterfall,
If I could make light be slow
Or cause the wind to stall,

If I could make men see sense
And refuse to go to war,
If I could stop the pretence,
That money's worth dying for,

If I could build a better world
Where everyone could thrive,
Or stop the flags being unfurled,
And let the innocent stay alive,

Instead of being bombed and burned
Before they've had a chance
With history's lessons left unlearned,
As death's macabre dance,

Once again takes to the floor
As so often throughout the ages,
The martial music plays once more
And we quick step into the pages,

Of new history as it is written
Never knowing who,or when,or why,
Which of us are to be smitten,
Who amongst us doomed to die.

If I had such powers under the sun
I would be sure to use them to
Change our world so it is run
For the many, not just a few.

Tom Higgins 24/05/2014

The Mindless Blindness.

Only in the minds of men do the imaginary gods dwell,
And only in the minds of men is there a capacity to create Hell.
Only in the minds of men is there a belief in fate
And only in the minds of men is the capacity for hate.
Only in the minds of men is there avarice and greed,
And only in the minds of men does desire overrule need.
Only in the minds of men is there the great ability to change
And only in the minds of men are the abstract and the strange.
Only in the minds of men is the yearning for love and peace,
And only in the minds of men is there a blessed release.
Only in the minds of men is mass destruction oft at hand
And only by the minds of men is total destruction planned.

Tom Higgins 24/05/2014

There is a road to nowhere
To a place called Oblivion
It's the opposite road to Somewhere
Yet many before have gone,
And followed that road to nowhere
Without ever looking back
They just kept heading on down there
Along hoplessness's track.
And when they arrived in Oblivion
They never ever came to know
That if they'd chosen the road to Somewhere
It was a much better place to go.


Tom Higgins 25/05/2014

Big bang happened, time began,
Now here we are, the sons of man,
Discussing whether a supreme being,
Of such might and wisdom all seeing,
Could possibly be around before,
Any time existed, and what's more,
Could pick a tiny isolated planet,
And with a vast array of zoology, man it!
Now that is more than incredible,
If it was pie it would be inedible.
The thought that out of billions of galaxies,
He chose one tiny planet for the people he's,
Made in his own likeness to do his bidding,
No really he must have just been kidding,
And out there among those trillions of stars
There are billions more Earth's, where there are,
Trillions more like you and me,
Discussing how they came to be!

Tom Higgins 18/10/2012

I am eight years old, my friend is ten,
The sky is billions and azure blue,
We are walking to St Bees and the beach, when,
Suddenly a skylark soars piping his tune so true.
We watch and listen as the tiny bird,
In undulating flight trills his lovely song,
It is like nothing else that we have ever heard,
And he keeps singing for joy as we continue along
The narrow country lane down to the sea,
Where all day we'll explore the rocky shore and weedy fronds,
Knowing that there will doubtless be,
Myriads of strange creatures in their salty ponds.

I am fifty seven, my friend is fifty nine,
His health is not so good, but he battles on,
Myself, I am feeling mostly fine,
Although the best years have now gone.
The sky is billions and a bit, and sometimes it is blue,
And as I drive along the still narrow lane
Towards St Bees where skylarks once flew,
The only thing flying in the sky is a tiny silver plane,
And the only sounds come from engine noise, and BBC Radio Two.

Down on the beach the rocky pools and seaweed fronds,
All are clearly still there,
But there are not so many animals in their salty ponds,
Did they just vanish into thin air?
Or is it perhaps that I can no longer see,
Through these older and more tired eyes,
The same things I saw when I was young and free,
When with every day I would unwrap a new surprise?

Tom Higgins