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May 2014 · 514
Friends For Life
Tom Higgins May 2014
Just been for our daily constitutional
My old mate and me
We walked along the St Bees road to Kell Head, then
We didn't carry on down to the sea

Because we are no longer eight and ten.
Old Father Time has seen to that
Now we're getting on a bit
The hills are no longer flat.

Back then we'd easily walk all the way
To St Bees to play all day by the sea
But we were both young and very fit
My old mate and me.

Then time raced by us so quickly
We never saw it pass,
And now the sands of time are low
In the top of the hour glass.

We walk along the same country lane
The icy North wind stings our cheeks
Not like in the halcyon days
Of the summers and six free weeks

When we walked in warm sunshine
Under the azure blue July skies
With tar bubbles erupting from the road
And the buzz of the bees and flies.

The hedgerows in their summer glory
All green and filled with birdsong
And two la'l lads in their own world
Happily chattering as they went along.

Tom Higgins21/11/2013
May 2014 · 497
Two Boys, Same Age.
Tom Higgins May 2014
Oh the joy of a boy
With a much yearned for toy,

Who never saw
The horrors of war.

Oh the sadness of a boy
Born where joy

Is an illusion,
As destruction and confusion,

Are his reality
He has never seen normality,

As never ending war
Rages outside his door,

And the only toys he sees
Are Kalashnikovs and RPG's

Tom Higgins 15/05/2014
May 2014 · 436
The “Great” War
Tom Higgins May 2014
The boys and girls ran towards the sound of music
The music played by a proud military band
It was a scene that was oft times repeated
In every town and village in the land.

And when they arrived at their main street
The music was mingled with the sound
Of thousands of hob nailed leather boots
Crunching on the cobbled ground.

The hundreds of green uniformed men
In rows abreast with rifles shouldered
Marched off to their date with destiny
In fields where many dead already mouldered.

And yet they still marched off together
Smiling at the gathered crowds of their towns
Never questioning the reasons for the war
From Scotland’s North, to the South Downs.

They just turned up willing to fight and die
In this “great” war that would end all wars
They all were proud to go and **** the ***
For God’s, King’s and country’s righteous cause.

Across the North Sea it was the same
The willing young men marched off to battle
Great and noble they thought was their cause
And they went to their slaughter like unknowing cattle.

Throughout the continent of Europe, young men,
Joined their disparate armies then became willing
To become part of an industrialised version of war
That mass produced all the means of easy killing.

And each one in every country thought the same,
That they had “God” on their side and were blessed,
So their leaders in politics and in their church
Happily put this belief to its so far greatest test.

Today a hundred years has passed us by
Since the first shots of the war were fired
And we are debating how to commemorate
That sad war and the millions who expired.

Should we treat it as some historical jaunt
Or as a necessary conflict to defeat a tyrant’s threat?
Or should we look on it as an avoidable war
All consequences of which we have not seen yet?

We should remember those who died
We ought to strive never to forget a single one,
But we should do it in a quiet, thoughtful way,
With politics, the military and the church all gone.

Instead why not just buy some red poppy seeds
The reddest red of the reddest blood
And scatter them freely on verges and gardens
In memory of the millions who died in the mud?
May 2014 · 407
Vote For Me!
Tom Higgins May 2014
The politician, his words are hollow,
you get to taste, but never to swallow.
He wants you to believe that he,
will be the one to set you free,
to live the life of which you dream,
and be the cat that got the cream.

But, he will always forget to mention,
that this was never his intention,
it's been the same through history,
no change to the status quo has come to be.
Because those with power take the view,
that the many are here, to serve the few!

Tom Higgins
May 2014 · 566
Truly Entranced
Tom Higgins May 2014
“Let me lead you in a dance,
Around the fire in a trance,
I'll take you to a wonderland,
Where you will learn, and understand,
What it is we're here for,
And glimpse those who came before,
Your ancestors who roamed this place,
Forefathers of our superhuman race,
Would dance around a fire, just so,
Shadows and substance in the glow,
Generations joining in such a dance
Not all of them were in a trance,
But those who were, said they could see,
The ancestral spirits wandering free,
So come on people move those feet,
Build up the rhythm and the beat,
All together in our rhythmic dance,
As we work ourselves into a trance,
So we all once more can be
The purest folk in history”.

He became a master of the fire dance,
His folk they followed without thinking,
Around the bonfires of wisdom, in a trance
Thousands of torches through the darkness, twinkling.
The ancient symbols on banners unfurled
Chosen as the new racial identity,
A rising crescendo of hatred was then hurled
From the throat of this monstrous entity!

'Now I have you all in a trance
You've joined me in my fire dance.
You made my fire burn even more bright
By burning books to my great delight,
And so the scene is now set,
Most criteria have now been met.
I have already built the stage
From which I can scream out my rage,
And I now see a global panorama
Where I can now act out my drama,
In which millions are about to lose,
especially those sub-human Jews,
And Poles, and Slavs and Gypsies too
They're going to see what we can do.
And as we purify the land
For the greater good of the purest man,
Then the rest of the world will see
You can't afford to mess with me.
And for all of you who accept the yoke
Of total obedience, the chosen folk,
The Master Race above all others,
Born of pure Arian fathers and mothers.
A thousand year ***** we will build
Don't dare ask how many will be killed,
Because I know all, I am as God,
I hold in my hand the lightning rod
To smite our enemies, all to ****
For the Fatherland I will fulfil
My plan for living space for you all,
As the sub-humans beneath us fall
More fuel for our fire we will provide,
In the burning of the millions who have died! '

Tom Higgins 10/06/2012
May 2014 · 1.6k
The Demeaning of Democracy.
Tom Higgins May 2014
Above the beaches of Normandy
In ordered rows they lie.
They came to fight for freedom,
And for that many had to die.
They also lie in rows in Libya,
In Italy and Greece
The soldiers of democracy
Who died fighting for the release
Of millions locked in a tyranny
Oppressed by an evil mind
They died so that enlightenment
Could guide the future of mankind.
And in the East many more
Monuments stand in memory
Of the many millions of bravehearts
Who died in the fight to be,
Rid of the monstrous evil gang
And their racist and murderous ideaology,
Which planned genocide for these people
In order to steal their whole country.
And here we are almost seventy years
Since the end of that terrible war
Looking at election results which ask
What was all that dying for?
People in free democracies purchased
With those millions of victims blood
Have voted for the same ideaology
That will trample in the mud
All the freedoms for which they fought
And for which they gave their lives
It is as if history has never been taught
And that sheer ignorance above all else,thrives.

Tom Higgins 27/05/2014
May 2014 · 451
The Balloon of Hate.
Tom Higgins May 2014
If you inflate
The balloon of hate,
And then make it burst.

Don't feign surprise
When your family dies
As hatred does its worst.

Don't dare to say
There was no way
That you never knew,

What their plan
For the "lesser" man
Would end up costing you.

Don't close your eyes,
See through the lies
And open up your mind,

Don't be a pawn
With all dignity shorn,
Understand we are all of a kind.

Tom Higgins 27/05/2014
May 2014 · 314
An Echo of Gekko
Tom Higgins May 2014
Like gigantic spiders in their darkness
They constantly weave their webs of lies
They are relentless they are determined
To catch the unwary just like flies.

They are as vultures always seeking
Their next carcass on which to feed,
They never make a contribution
But only ever act to sate their greed.

They busily buy political systems
They already own all of the means
Of communication wherby the people
Could learn what gives behind the scenes.

This culture that they have created
The selfish creed of all for one
The idea that we have society
Now is nearly, but not quite gone.

To succeed they must destroy
Any unity that people feel
And any sense of social awareness
From the national mind they must steal,

And replace it with the mindset
That all that counts is me, me, me,
Because selfish loners won't stick together
So this is how we came to be

In an age where often ill gained profit
Replaces any notion of right or fair,
Living in a world of total exploitation
Where the winners refuse to share

The gains that are out of all proportion
To any effort on their part
And they all compete to be known as
The Gekko with the the hardest heart.

Tom Higgins 25/11/2013
May 2014 · 543
The Tricksters
Tom Higgins May 2014
The clever magician will have us believe,
that he keeps nothing up his sleeve,
that none of what he does is tricks,
that all of it is a pure mix,
of miracles that he creates,
and from thin air, substance, emanates.

The clever politician plays a similar game,
like the magician he will claim,
that from thin air he can produce,
the things with which he can ******,
whole populations for him to vote,
at your next election, please take note!

Tom 07/06/2012
May 2014 · 687
Where Is Knowledge Born?
Tom Higgins May 2014
There is so much information all around,
And pearls of wisdom can be found
Everywhere on this internet,
But with all my seeking I have not yet
Found the source, she is such an elusive girl
That fount of all knowledge the Mother of Pearl !

Tom Higgins
May 2014 · 414
And The Law Is ?
Tom Higgins May 2014
Politicians on the attack
Two steps forward,
Three steps back.
Corporations in the dock,
They paid no tax,
Now there's a shock.

Talk to the voters
Speak in tongues.
Keep on taking corporate bungs.
Not one banker
Sent to jail
For causing the economy to fail.

So if you're going to be a thief
From the law you'll get relief.
If you wear a corporate suit
You will be allowed to keep the loot.
For anyone else who gets caught stealing
The mighty law is soon revealing
Her penalties, reserved for those
Who don't wear the corporate clothes.

Tom Higgins
Tom Higgins May 2014
I'm twenty three and just back from their war
With no idea what I've been fighting for.
I've not been myself since I got back
Trying to live within a panic attack.

I know one thing for sure, that my family
Always have, and always will love me,
And I know that they can see that I
Have become a totally different guy

To the happy young man I used to be
Before I saw the things I came to see,
But no matter what they do or say
I still look with dread on each new day

Since my best mate died in Afghanistan
Blown to bits by the Taliban.
"Bad luck" they said that he had to die.
I've never let anyone seee me cry,

That isn't how a soldier behaves
No matter how many go to early graves.
So now here I stand, mentally torn
Wishing that I had never been born

Into this cruel, unthinking world
Where every time the flags are unfurled,
The politicians spout more lies which we swallow
Then we flock together as we follow

These Judas goats who lead the sheep
To slaughter and everlasting sleep.
Inside I feel I have reached the stage
Where the fires of hurt have begun to rage

Against what is left in me to fight the pain
Do I want to face this all again?
Another day with my best mate gone
Do I really want to linger on

Asking every time I awake
Why was it him not me they had to take?
I just feel I can no longer cope
Does the answer lie in this length of rope?

Tom Higgins 16/08/2013
May 2014 · 213
Me and My Shadow
Tom Higgins May 2014
A ******* dog is following me,
Everywhere I go,
I don't know where it came from,
But it just seems to grow.
Every time I look at it,
It gets bigger, and more black.
I cannot make it go away,
It just will not turn back!

I close my eyes and make a wish,
But my wish is never granted,
And I feel I am just a fish,
Taken from the water, and supplanted,
Into a hostile environment,
Where it's impossible to survive,
How long can I suffer this,
Do I want to stay alive?

Tom Higgins
Tom Higgins May 2014
The defining moment in my lifetime so far,
Was the instant I first understood, what we are,
That we've been around since time began,
And that every atom which makes this ape, called man,
Has been part of the mechanism of nature's machine
For countless ages past, and will be for those not yet seen.

Here I stand an atomic conglomerate,
Aware that the day will come for the takeover- corporate,
When the asset strippers of Mother Nature PLC,
Will move in and dismantle all that made me,
And break everything down into those valuable particles,
For the construction of new participating articles,
In the ongoing evolution of Life Industries PLC,
Eternity beckons for little old me!

Tom Higgins
May 2014 · 343
The Road
Tom Higgins May 2014
It’s a long, long road
When you’re the only one on it.
It’s a long, long way
To travel all alone.

It’s a long, long road
When there’s no one to walk with.
And it’s a long, long time
To have to travel on your own.

It’s a long, long journey
To your final destination
It’s a long sad life
Without someone there to share.

It’s a long, long face
Without a smile upon it.
It’s a long lonely life
If there’s no one there to care.

Yes it’s a long, long life
Too long to live it lonely.
It’s a long empty life
Without someone’s love to keep.

It’s a long, long life
Without someone there beside you.
All those long, endless nights
All alone and trying to sleep.

So put a smile on your face
As you set off on life’s highway.
Keep a smile on your face
As you travel down the road.

‘Cos with a smile on your face
Friends will always find you,
And you can walk together
And share life’s heavy load.

Tom Higgins
May 2014 · 238
UN Happiness.
Tom Higgins May 2014
I am living in Bhutan,
and I am a very happy man
At least that's what they say I am.
No one came to ask me though,
so how is it that they could know
that I am such a contented chap?
Now this has got me in a flap,
to find that the UN in the USA
has now come up with some way,
to tell how happy we all are,
they must have scanned me from afar,
And by doing this they've read my mind
which is a very scary thing to find,
and just by listening to the BBC
I know I've had this done to me.
So now I fear all the time
that I'm a victim of cyber crime.
They stole the happiness I had,
and left me full of fear, and sad!

Tom Higgins.
May 2014 · 208
Ultimately We're All Green
Tom Higgins May 2014
Some say it's easier to die if you're starving,
so little that's good to leave behind!
But for the wealthy it must be much harder,
with all that comfort and luxury in mind.
The poor are taught to expect zero,
and that is just what they get,
the rich all have great expectations,
and they all know that these will be met.
So all through Life's divided journey,
the contrast is massive, and stark.
There are those who thrive in the sunshine,
and those who wither in the dark.
But in the end we all become equal,
and money means nothing at all,
when you're returned to the eartb and recycled,
the main course at the ugly bug ball!

Tom Higgins
May 2014 · 1.2k
Not So Snow White!
Tom Higgins May 2014
Snow White, she once took
seven little men to bed.
She only ever did it once,
at least that's what she said.
Now of these seven
six of them were not known as happy,
and another of them, normally,
well he was rather snappy.
So she thought what might work,
would be good old rumpy, pumpy,
guaranteed to cheer up
even that little old sod Grumpy.
The next morning the change in them
was really quite dramatic.
Even old Grumpy had changed his name,
he said ' just call me Mr Ecstatic.'

Tom Higgins
May 2014 · 272
Time is of The Essence.
Tom Higgins May 2014
Around the rugged rocks
The ragged rascal ran.
And he will keep doing it
as often as he can.

Ragged rascals are able to
Run around the rocks
Because they are not party to
Modern life which blocks

Lots of other people
From joining them up there
Running for life and joy
And leaping in the air.

No, most people nowadays
Are far too busy to see
What really is priceless
And that it comes for free.

Time is the only thing we have
We're all given a share
And time is much too precious
To never stop and stare.

To never take some time
To do the things that make us smile
Too long on the treadmill
And life is but a trial.

So get out into the sun
And climb up that hill
And do this as often
As you have some time to ****,

And even before you reach the rocks
Within about the first mile
You'll feel the muscles in your face
Stretch into a smile.

Tom Higgins 27/02/2014
May 2014 · 534
And Here is the News
Tom Higgins May 2014
I saw it on the news today
The details violent and gory
Another tragic death they say,
But it's just another story.

Another headline until it fades
From the collective memory.
Interest sadly quickly jades,
Attention spans last briefly.

Look at the war in Syria,
It never gets a mention
Nor do Egypt or Libya,
Is it done with conscious intention?

Or is it just that humanity
Has such a short attention span,
That self interest and vanity
Trump any care for their fellow man?

Tom Higgins 09/04/2014
May 2014 · 284
The Law of Greed
Tom Higgins May 2014
I am big and strong, you are weak,
I’ll make you turn the other cheek,
And if you say one word I will ensure
That the misery you now endure
Will be as nothing to that which will ensue
If you don’t do what I tell you to.
I have the god given right to tread on the weak
For I have found him who you all still seek.
He is the god of the powerful and rich,
He is our exclusive, almighty sonofabitch,
He does not want anything to do with any one of you,
He is our god alone, and he commands us to,
Maintain all power in the hands of a tiny few,
Because god does not want the unwashed many,
To have access to a single extra penny,
No, all the wealth of the world belongs to us,
This is the way it is now, and it always was.

Tom Higgins
May 2014 · 1.2k
Francis Bacon.
Tom Higgins May 2014
Francis Bacon was a pig
He grew to be very big
And when he reached his maximum
The man from the butcher's then did come,
And hit him very ******* the head
And Francis Bacon was then dead.
The man then proceeded to
Chop him up, first into two,
Then he merrily carried on
Till what had been Francis was all gone.
He was now like a meaty jigsaw puzzle
From his tail to his snouty snuzzle,
Ham, pork and bacon he'd become
Joints,and chops, and also some,
Big pork sausages hung in loops,
And his bones were boiled to make soups,
Then the bones were sent off to,
A factory where they made glue,
So if a moral to this tale you seek -
"You can eat all of a pig except its squeak."

Tom Higgins 15/05/2015
Tom Higgins May 2014
If you give a man a fish,
He will feed his family for a day,
But if you teach him how to fish
He will feed his family until the day
The fish have all been spirited away
By the massive fleets he can see
On the horizon of his country's sea,
And now his family's nutritional need
That up to now he could feed
Has been overridden by corporate greed.
Then the nations whose fishing fleets
Take away the fish he eats
All become very irate
When he's forced to be a pirate.

Tom Higgins 23/05/2014
May 2014 · 1.1k
If Left to the Right.
Tom Higgins May 2014
I just heard it on the news
That the votes of those
With narrow minded views
Have gained for those people
For who they vote
A large hand around
The "European's" throat,
And that this selection
Has led to the return
Of ideas that caused
Europe to burn.
The hatred and xenophobia
That I thought forever
Gone from here
Has once more reared
It's mindless head,
How many this time
Will wind up dead?
Because of the choices
People make
Having listened to voices
That will take
Millions into misery and war
Do they understand
What they voted for?

Tom Higgins 25/05/2014
May 2014 · 195
Our Time Together Was Good
Tom Higgins May 2014
I wrote these words for you, my friend.
We never know when we'll reach the end,
I only know I have to say,
That I'm so glad you passed my way,
And through our lives you were such a good mate,
When times were bad, and when times were great,
And I always knew as time whizzed past,
That true friendships are built to last.
And now I stand alone to read,
This tribute to a friend, indeed,
As sadness permeates my soul,
I feel that I'm no longer whole,
That part of what made me, has gone,
I'm left alone to soldier on,
Through what remains of my lifespan,
Without you here, a lonely man,
But my love for you was always strong,
And that love will help me get along.
So my love, my thanks for sharing,
Your life with me, and for caring,
Enough for me to see it through,
I only wish that it was not true,
That you have now forever gone,
My one, true love, the only one.

Tom Higgins
May 2014 · 246
Human O' War
Tom Higgins May 2014
What did you do in the war daddy?
Where did you fight, and who did you ****?
Were you a goody, or were you a baddy?
Did you join up against your will?

Or did you join to fight for pleasure,
to get a licence to take any life?
Was the body count how you would measure,
your success in the merciless strife?

Yes were you one who thought it such fun,
to shoot other human beings dead?
Did the power trip of carrying a gun,
drive all sense and reason from your head?

Perhaps the training you were given,
changed every point of view you held before.
Yes, all humanity from within you, driven,
to turn you into a dog of war.

And now you're home with your war ended,
will you settle into family life once more?
With all your nightmares and reality blended,
what does our future have in store?

Tom Higgins
May 2014 · 529
The Almighty Atom
Tom Higgins May 2014
Everything including me
Is made of atoms that came to be,
In the explosion of a star
Light years away from where we are,
And then these atoms pulled together,
And formed our planet and the British weather,
And eventually, the human brain,
Which despite obsessing about the rain,
Could probe creation using maths,
And work out a theorem in the bath.
So did the atoms somehow decide
That they alone, could never provide,
Any answers for any questions asked.
So they made an intelligence which could be tasked,
With providing answers as to how,
Atoms came to take their bow?

Tom Higgins 05/07/2012
May 2014 · 307
'Curiosity' Killed The Cat!
Tom Higgins May 2014
We look up in wonder at the stars,
We ponder on there being life on Mars,
And so we've sent a craft to see,
A marvellous thing called 'Curiosity'.
And on the surface of the big red rock,
The last of its kind looks up in shock,
As from the sky there falls a star,
Which has travelled there from afar.
Then the star begins to slow,
And the last Martian feline down below,
Stares in wonder, as a chute deploys,
Soon followed by the strangest noise,
As the thrusters ignite to stop,
The rapidity of the strange craft's drop.
And then the craft begins to lower,
A separate large object from below her,
Which lands upon the creature's head,
Leaving it squashed and very dead!
Now just how ****** ironic is that?
'Curiosity' killed the cat!

Tom Higgins 05/08/2012
May 2014 · 306
On The Beach.
Tom Higgins May 2014
I went fishing last night,
And once again I never caught anything
Except the wind on my face,
And the salt spray in my eyes,
And the scent of the ocean in my nostrils.
I spent nothing apart from a few calories
Which I burned up walking over the beach,
The sand and the rocks and ****,
In that tidal area between sea and land
And ended up with another totally free experience
Of what it feels like to really be alive,
Everyone should go fishing at least once.

Tom Higgins 01/11/2013
May 2014 · 238
The Wisdom of the Ages.
Tom Higgins May 2014
The young lad knocked on my door
And asked me "what am I here for?
I look up into the clear night sky
And the wonders I see make me ask why
I was born able to look upon such a vista above
Yet down here hate is often stronger than love.
Why do people have to live in fear
Of losing all that they hold dear?
Why are men always fighting some war,
Is that what I was really born for?"

The old man knocked on my door
And asked me "what was I here for?"

Tom Higgins 02/12/2013
May 2014 · 367
Vote For Me!
Tom Higgins May 2014
The politician, his words are hollow,
you get to taste, but never to swallow.
He wants you to believe that he,
will be the one to set you free,
to live the life of which you dream,
and be the cat that got the cream.

But, he will always forget to mention,
that this was never his intention,
it's been the same through history,
no change to the status quo has come to be.
Because those with power take the view,
that the many are here, to serve the few!

Tom Higgins
May 2014 · 987
Watery Lottery
Tom Higgins May 2014
Water, as most of you will know,
Has the chemical formula H2O.
Now this essential liquid is, as well,
In its natural form devoid of smell,

And also in its pure state
It's clear and clean and really great,
For keeping living things alive,
As without it nothing can survive.

Yes it really is such magic stuff,
Because without it things are really tough,
And it often makes me stop and think
Each time I pour myself a drink.

What would I do if it all dried up?
Turn on the tap, but an empty cup.
Nothing from the pipes emanating,
Panic, as I'm not used to waiting.

This is not how it is for me
I live where rain falls frequently,
And I can drink, shower and bathe too
As often as I'm wanting to.

But in other parts it rains only rarely,
And people there, well they can barely
Find enough water for their needs,
To drink, to wash, to nurture seeds.

For them life is infinitely harder
They've learned to live with an empty larder,
And simple hygiene is so hard to achieve
When the detritus of living, they have to leave,

Lying, rotting, stinking on the surface all around
Polluting any water source in the ground.
Because of the extreme poverty of these 'others',
On my TV screen I have seen the faces of the mothers,

Whose children died because there has never been
Access to water which is drinkable and clean.
Yes, something that we take for granted,
Because we were born, where we were planted!

Tom Higgins
May 2014 · 452
It Is Written!
Tom Higgins May 2014
In the darkness of the night,
a camp fire glows, yellow, orange, bright.
Around it sit people who we now describe
as together having formed a tribe,
and as they roast their latest ****,
enough this time to eat their fill.
The father figure of them all
begins to reminisce, yes, to recall
stories of great deeds that he
has stored within the recesses of his memory.

And through passing millennia it was thus done
tribal histories passed from father to son,
until the populations of tribes had grown,
and many different stories had come to be known.
Then there came the great idea to draw
depictions of what each day they saw,
when hunting the animals they needed to stay alive
they recorded each species which then, did thrive,
painted on cave roof and wall,
wondrous visions which still enthrall.

Change came slowly from this time, and
populations moved to find new land,
so they could ensure their survival,
by looking for space without any rival
tribes competing for scarce resources,
life was hard with Mother Nature's forces
stacked against this new species, who,
compared to Earth's history, was almost brand new.

Successful tribes began to grow,
and with life experience they came to know
that the hunter gatherer way of living,
was particularly hard, and unforgiving,
and that for their populations to expand
they had to find new ways to exploit the land.

So from this point change came faster,
sometimes punctuated by a natural disaster,
but change it did, and before too long
they built settlements that were big, and strong,
on land from which they now knew
the kind of crops from the soil best grew.

Agriculture now became widespread,
and meant that many more could be fed.
Much time for many was now freed
so towns grew larger, and so the need
for new things that now could be made,
so with food surplus came growth in trade,
as goods manufacture added worth,
sold to townsfolk who did not till the earth.

As trading increased with other tribes
there grew a need for new ways to inscribe
the dealings that took place each day,
to make sure buyers did the sellers pay.
This led to development from pictorial depiction
to the earliest forms of inscription,
stone and clay tablets were at first employed,
and the new middle classes now enjoyed
the great advances these changes brought,
as written language could now be taught.

Then tribal history, once passed paternally,
could now be written, and shared with all, eternally,
and legends from the peoples darkest past
could be written in stone or clay to last,
down through the ages they could now be read,
long after the ones who wrote these words were dead.

This has meant that in our so called modern times,
we have seen the commission of unspeakable crimes,
because generations of 'scholars'have read ancient scrolls,
and accepted as literal truth, what there unfolds.
So here we are in these "enlightened" times
still blaming an imaginary friend for our crimes,
instead of understanding what is clear,
and abandoning such illogical fear
by accepting that all such superstitious "glories"
were merely created as tribal camp fire stories.

Tom Higgins.
May 2014 · 1.5k
Poppy Price Tag
Tom Higgins May 2014
In Flanders fields the poppies blow,
Between the crosses, row on row'.
So wrote the poet John McCrae,
Recording the reality of his day.
Now after ninety four years have gone,
The use of the poppy has now moved on.
Instead of remembrance of the brave,
It sends addicted millions to an early grave,
And today our young troops fight and die,
Without anyone asking the real question, why?

In Helmand's fields the poppies blow,
Beside the compounds where they grow,
Surrounded by hidden IED's,
Planted to **** and maim with ease,
The brave young men sent on patrol,
Hoping they return alive and whole,
As they risk all to do their duty,
The poppy crop provides illicit *****,
That funds the continuation of this war,
In which no one can say what we're fighting for!

Tom Higgins 12/11/2012
May 2014 · 421
Murdered For Me Teeth!
Tom Higgins May 2014
The killing has started again.
They shoot us, and then,
we trumpet our last breath
then we crumple into death.
The African men,
who killed us, then,
hack out our tusks,
leave us as husks
in the African dust.
But, **** us they must,
as for doing this deed,
they'll be able to feed,
their children, for a year,
thus reducing their fear.
They were paid more
than they ever saw,
making them willing
to do the killing,
because Chinamen
carve our ivory
then
sell it to
the nouveau rich,
who,
want everything which
money can buy.
I hear Mother Earth cry,
stop!
As gold inflates their vanity
but provides not the tiniest drop
of any decency or humanity,
to encourage an end to this insanity.
They just live the lie
that they can buy,
the elusive emotion, happiness,
derived from trinkets and rings
and other silly, sparkly things,
that they think they can forever possess.

Tom Higgins
May 2014 · 251
For The Glory Of?
Tom Higgins May 2014
Those out there who wish to die,
To meet your imaginary friend in the sky,
Please think about the deed you plan,
To **** and maim your fellow man,
And ask why it is that it falls to you,
To see this 'holy' mission through?
When those who trained you, and conceived the story,
Of heavenly virgins, and martyrdom's glory,
Will all remain here both feet on Earth's ground,
Why is it that they never got around,
To strapping on the explosive belt,
How come that they have never felt,
Such powerful urges to be the one,
To go to the market with the bomb strapped on?
Is it perhaps that these older men know,
That there's nowhere after the explosives blow?
And the reason that they've brainwashed you,
Is that you'll do the deed that they'd never do!
It is a fact through man's history,
There is absolutely no mystery,
That when it comes to starting wars,
Those scheming ones who are the cause,
The ones who love the sound of the sabre's rattle
They never turn out on the field of battle.

Tom Higgins
May 2014 · 671
Ship of Fools.
Tom Higgins May 2014
All aboard this ship of fools,
all aboard she's sailing,
all aboard this ship of fools,
for we are going a' whaling.

From the harbour our course we keep,
for the distant Antarctic water,
to find the leviathans of the deep,
and begin our ****** slaughter.

All aboard this ship of fools,
all aboard she's sailing,
all aboard this ship of fools,
for we are going a' whaling.

We say there is a scientific need,
to study these magnificent beings
we harpoon them, and watch them bleed,
as before our ship they're fleeing.

All aboard this ship of fools,
all aboard she's sailing,
all aboard this ship of fools,
for we are going a' whaling.

And still our leaders, they entreat
that we do this for the good of science,
but really it is for their meat,
that we **** these gentle giants

All aboard this ship of fools,
all aboard she's sailing,
all aboard this ship of fools,
for we are going a' whaling.

Tom Higgins.
May 2014 · 489
Nursery Crimes
Tom Higgins May 2014
Shut up yer little ******* don't you cry,
Get to your cupboard and don't make a sound
Or you will get another black eye,
When my latest boyfriend comes around.

We'll tell the do gooders you had a fall
And it happened oh so fast
That we could do nothing to help at all
Just like the first and the last

Time you got a black eye or burst lip
And all the other times in between,
We always tell them you had a trip,
That no other witness has seen.

Oh I wish that whatisname was back
He's promised me such a good time
I wish he'd hurry up 'cos I like the crack,
That he brings from his partners in crime.

Oh here he comes my favourite man
Who provides for my desperate need,
He takes all my money so I can
My habit, but never you feed.

But this time he brings Charlie along,
And Charlie makes me forget all my cares
And when I wake up after Charlie has gone,
That's when I find you've fallen downstairs,

But this time it is much worse than before
This time you do not respond at all
To any of the smacking, shaking and more,
This was a fatal fall.

So now we have to sit down and fabricate
Our story about what has transpired,
Exact copies we must be able to state
Word for word as to how you expired.

Tom Higgins 10/05/2014
May 2014 · 904
Thieves in the Night.
Tom Higgins May 2014
The cowards came in the night
All were heavily armed,
To ****** and burn and kidnap,
But not one of them was harmed.

They always make sure their victim
Has no means of self defence
That is how they operate
And to them its just common sense.

Why would they pick on someone
Who is able to easily fight back
Because they are armed and trained
To beat them if they dared attack?

No, not for them the hard fight
With men who are trained to ****,
They prefer to attack little girls
And take them against their will.

So these hard men of the group
Which calls itself Boko Haram
Tell me in what do you really believe,
Because your actions are not of Islam.

Tom Higgins 14/05/2014
May 2014 · 283
Peace Be With You
Tom Higgins May 2014
Closely, closely, listen, hear
The whispers on the wind
As they blow gently near.
Don't be distracted by
The multiple attractions
Which catch the eye.
Close your eyes tight
And breathe in deeply
And you just might
Hear what the whispers say
To help you find a sense of peace
On another frantic, "modern" day.

Tom Higgins 14/05/2014
May 2014 · 274
I Want You.
Tom Higgins May 2014
Little Sammy was a baby seal
And early in his life he got to feel
A baseball bat upon his head
Which left him all ****** and dead
Then they skinned him on the ice,
And I know this poem is not nice,
But this is the reality for a baby seal
As spoiled rich people like the feel
Of his baby soft fur which they wear
Because selfish spoiled people just don't care
They do not care as they buy ivory
They do not care for her orphaned baby
They do not care as they buy rhinocerous horn
They do not care for her calf unborn
They do not care as they buy tiger skins
They do not care that she just had twins
They do not care as they buy gorilla parts
They seem devoid of those things called hearts,
They do not care as a snow leopard dies
To satisfy the craving of their greedy eyes,
They do not care as long as they get
Whatever they have not got as yet,
They do not care that in very short time
Their funding of this heinous crime
Will lead to the total extinction of
Most of the animals named above,
And these are the most endangered few
There are so many more that this ignorant crew
Are determined to make it a certainty
That they disappear for eternity.

Tom Higgins 25/05/2014
May 2014 · 309
Your Country Needs You
Tom Higgins May 2014
Once upon a time I saw a poster
Of a general pointing straight at me
And the words below shouted out
That a soldier I should be.

Yes a soldier now that was a thought
I'd never had before
I didn't fight, I'd never fought
Never mind being in a war.

But like myself, millions of others
Decided to heed the call
And despite the tears of our mothers
We trooped off all proud and tall

Together as mates from our towns
All over these sceptred isles
We left young and happy, but soon frowns
Replaced our unknowing smiles.

In the trenches, the filth, the blood,
The stench of death all around
Half of my mates already gone for good
Shredded and churned into the ground.

This was not how we expected it to be
When we all joined up to fight the ***
We thought we would all soon see
Home again after having a bit of fun.

But fun, we soon learned has no place
On these killing fields of France,
The games played here all have their base
In death's macabre dance.

And in the morning at the rising sun
Once more we go over the top
To face bullets from the machine gun
That are relentless and never stop.

The bullets that cut down men
Like the scythes that cut the corn
But they keep sending us again and again
I now wish I'd never been born.

I wish I'd never been born to see
The terrible things I've seen and done
I wish I'd never been born to be
Sent here to have some fun.

"You'll all be home for Christmas,"
The recruiting sergeant said.
And two years later here we are
With most of us already dead.

Victims of the bullet, the gas,
The bayonet, shell, and bomb
And at dawn we once again will mass,
To attack the enemy on the Somme.

Tom Higgins 13/11/2013
May 2014 · 394
My Earthy Old Mam.
Tom Higgins May 2014
The vastness of the seas and skies
Looked at through this mortal's eyes,
Never cease to remind me how small
I am to the universe overall.

I am as a speck of dust
A tiny flake of iron rust,
A molecule of water and
The night sky helps me understand,

That I am nothing and there is no plan
There is nothing special about man,
We just evolved with all the other
Creatures that can call Earth, mother.

Tom Higgins 25/05/2014
May 2014 · 235
Let Us Prey
Tom Higgins May 2014
The Lord above, he came to me and whispered in my ear,
'some folks down there, live their lives in ignorance and fear,
so think how easy it would be to get them to pay,
to listen to you spoutin' off about me every day! '

So next mornin' at the crack o' dawn I began my holy task,
by makin' sure that that first of all I would always ask,
my little congregation to pray real hard, then I'd holler,
that their prayers would work much better if supported by their dollar.

Now gradually my following grew bigger day by day,
then I was asked on to TV to let more folks hear me pray,
and now my preaching was on air every waking hour,
meaning that as my following grew, therefore did my power.

I now own the votes of senators and congressmen as well,
and if they don't do as I say, then I'll make 'em go to hell,
'cos me and the Almighty have gotten us a pact,
that the gates of heaven will open, to those who pay to join my act.

Tom Higgins
May 2014 · 5.0k
Amanda the Panda.
Tom Higgins May 2014
Amanda was a Panda
She was a lovely lass,
Although she had two ******* eyes,
She retained an air of class.

She ambled into the Bamboo Bar
To have lunch with Panda Pete one day,
And he looked into her eyes
And to her he did say.

"Oh Amanda with your ******* eyes
Will you please be forever mine,
And promise that you will never
Let your panda arms entwine,

Any other bloke panda
In this bamboo land,
Please oh please Amanda,
You've got to understand

For me there is no other
You're the only girl for me,
You remind me of my mother,
And so we're meant to be,

Together as a couple we'll be
With our four eyes of black,
Oh darling please look at me
Why have you turned your back?"

She answered very clearly
She said "because Pete I'd rather,
Find another Panda really,
To be my childrens father."

Now Panda Pete was really sad
He felt total and utter rejection,
So he sloped off before he got mad,
To a future of dejection.

He slunk out of the Bamboo Bar,.
Back into the forest outside
And jumped into his panda car
And took off for a long lonesome ride.

Tom Higgins 07/05/2014
May 2014 · 429
Boys With Few Toys.
Tom Higgins May 2014
I've been thinking what could be worse
Than a grumpy old man writing childrens verse,
Calling on experience from his young days
Of the things he did and the games he played.

Now I'm not saying that I'm a grumpy old man
You can take from that whatever you can,
But I remember clearly being young
And even now my song's not yet sung.

When we were kids we used to know
Lots of places we could go,
And I never remember having a care
About stranger danger or anywhere,

That was ever out of bounds
Or if it was it was soon found,
And added to the itiniary
Of places to play for my mates and me.

We used to go into Clintz wood
Where the hiding places were so good
That sometimes you were never found
And by the time you dropped back to the ground,

Your mates had already headed home
And you had to leg it on your own,
But I don't remember feeling fear
Because growing up was great round here.

We would tell our **** we wouldn't be long
Usually a statement that was blatantly wrong,
And then we'd all gather to head up the edge of Dent
To play in Black Wood and my how quickly the time went.

Where it went to no one knows
We still have no idea where it goes,
But it always seemed that when we were having fun
Old Father Time always used to run

Much faster than when we were bored
Like a boiling kettle when ignored.
So before we knew it the sun was sinking
And we all knew our **** 'd be thinking

That we'd all up and ran away
And we hadn't just nipped out to play
A game of hide and seek in Clintz Wood,
They'd think we all were gone for good.

So as the sun sank in the Western sky
We all started to run my mates and I,
Back down the hill onto the road
Which led us back to our abode.

And when we got back we saw
Waiting outside each front door
Angry mothers waiting to bend our ears
And tell us of their imagined fears

That we'd been pinched by the bogey man,
Or sunk in a pond or quicksand,
Or fallen off a cliff or from a tree
Then afterwards we'd all be

Given a cuddle and our supper then
We'd all be in bed long before ten.
Yes kids today have a lot more
Things that they do behind a door,

Lots of things with which to play
Lots of things which seem to say
That freedom lost can be replaced
By objects owned and possessions chased.

I know that this will never be true
And things you own will never teach you
The lessons we learned when we were little boys,
Simply by playing with Mother Nature's toys.

Tom Higgins 07/05/2014
May 2014 · 445
Bi-Polar Beings
Tom Higgins May 2014
Babies dancing with Beyonce,
Puppies and kittens oh so cute
Idiots setting their hair on fire
A man beheaded by a brute.

All of these are shown on YouTube
Lots of it is purely fun
But always there is the dark side
The realm of hate, the bomb and gun.

Two sides of the human psyche
Complete opposites hawk and dove
One side shows hope for a future
Where hate does not transcend love.

The other side has unfortunately
Made fear and hate its main tool
The age old tactic used for millennia
The trick is to simply divide and rule.

Tom Higgins. 27/10/2013
May 2014 · 1.1k
Basil the Fruit Bat
Tom Higgins May 2014
Basil is a fruit bat
Who flies through the trees,
And flying is what fruit bats do
With the most consumate ease,

He flies until he comes to
The place he's looking for
Where the figs grow in abundance
And he feasts till he can feast no more.

Now I wonder what then happens
When nature's functions call
And when he's hanging upside down,
Where does his wee and poo all fall?

Tom Higgins 12/05/2014
May 2014 · 409
Arthurian Love Lost.
Tom Higgins May 2014
A boring young fella called Arthur,
Married an exciteable girl called Martha
They were together a short while
Until she saw the smile
Of an interesting lad, goodbye Arthur.

Tom Higgins 25/05/2014
May 2014 · 306
Double Time
Tom Higgins May 2014
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
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