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5.5k · May 2014
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
1.7k · May 2014
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
1.6k · May 2014
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
1.2k · May 2014
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
1.2k · May 2014
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
1.2k · May 2014
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
1.2k · May 2014
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
1.0k · May 2014
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
936 · May 2014
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
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
764 · May 2014
It Happened Naturally!
Tom Higgins May 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
738 · May 2014
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
Tom Higgins May 2014
I have always had an interest in
Interests I find interesting.
Interesting interests of the kind
That stimulate the interest of my mind.
And when an interest, of interest interests me,
I stay interested in it permanently
So an interesting time I have had,
Because having so many interests drives me mad.
I’ve never had an interest in just one thing,
That’s never been sufficiently interesting.
For I find interesting interests everywhere
That my interested eyes care to stare,
Or my interested ears care to listen
I find the interesting gems that sing and glisten.

Tom Higgins 08/03/2014
736 · May 2014
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.
665 · May 2014
It Started With A Bang
Tom Higgins May 2014
It All Began With A Bang.

Now here's something to make you sing
To make your heartstrings twang,
It is a story of young love,
That started with a bang.
Now by "a bang" I don't mean
What a lot of you are thinking,
I simply mean it started well
One night when Fred was out drinking.

He was in his local rub a dub dub,
"The Coney's Burrow" was its name,
And a lot of blokes who used the pub
Simply went to have a game
Of dominoes or darts or cards,
Whatever took their fancy,
Or chatting up the landlord's wife,
A brassy blonde called Nancy.

Other girls were rarely seen
To enter into the place
It was in a tiny little village
Hidden from the rest of our race.
It was in a time when history
Was being written in the skies
By lots of warring aeroplanes
Buzzing round like flies,

A time when most young men and girls
Were all away doing their bit,
But poor young Fred was left behind,
They said he lacked the wit.
But he was fine behind a plough
On his family's farm
Where he could help win the war,
Without coming to any harm.

So time passed by so slow for Fred
Each day merging with another
He wished he could meet a nice girl
With a smile just like his mother
He did not want to live all his life
Ploughing a lonely furrow
He wanted to find himself a wife
That's why he went to the "Burrow".

One Friday night whilst having a pint
There was a roaring from outside
They all rushed out to see what it was,
And poor Fred nearly died,
A great big Heinkel bomber
was falling injured from the sky
trailing smoke and flames behind
As it spiralled down to die.

It crashed into a farmhouse
On the far side of the wood
And everyone ran to see
If they could do anyone any good.
The scene which lay in front of them
Was one of sheer destruction
And there was no one there just then
To give orders or instructions,

So Fred he took it on himself,
No one told him what to do,
To run into the flaming ruins
His instincts told him to.
He ran up some stairs where he heard
A cry for help from in a room
He crashed through the door and looked around,
And in the flickering smokey gloom,

The little cry he heard again
This time it sounded more manic
He shouted "I am here for you,
You'll be fine so please don't panic."
And then he saw smallish hand
Waving from under a bed
He reached down and grabbed hold of it and
The sweet little voice then said,

"Oh thank you , thank you you brave soul
You risked your life for me,
If you'd not come in through the fire
Then pretty soon I'd be
In a situation much more dire
Than the one I now can see."
" We must go now he said to her,
Quickly we must flee,

If we are to live another day
Then like lightning we must be."
He picked her up and carried her
Out from that smoke filled room
Onto and down the burning stair
Then through flames and scenes of doom,
Out into the crisp cool air
Of the English Autumn night

And he set her down upon the ground
And was astonished by the sight,
This vision of beauty it did astound,
He stood rooted to the spot
He stammered "y you'll bbbe alright now."
And that's as far as he got
She put her finger to his lips
And gently she said "shush

We have all our lives in front of us
So there's no need to rush."
They were married in the village church
Six months after their fateful meeting
The crowds came from miles around
And the guests filled all the seating
Standing room outside many more found
Was the order of the day,

And the vicar blessed and the choir sang
And everyone knelt to pray
That this union would last and never end
Until their final day.
That is how the story ends
They remained in love for life,
And Fred always thanked that bomber
For finding him a wife.

Tom Higgins 05/05/2014
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
608 · May 2014
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
579 · May 2014
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
578 · May 2014
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
572 · May 2014
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
569 · May 2014
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
548 · May 2014
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
525 · May 2014
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
500 · May 2014
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
490 · May 2014
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.
490 · May 2014
Blind Faith
Tom Higgins May 2014
I have witnessed many bad things,
solely from Earthly sources,
that tell me no compassionate god
could exude such malevolent forces,
surely a god that is good could never sit,
and watch so many die,
without sending angelic intervention,
a UN force from the sky.

'You must believe my son,
you must let faith within you dwell,
because if you don't
you will doom your soul to everlasting Hell.'
Such were the words drummed into me
when I was eight or nine,
now here I am at fifty eight,
still waiting for a sign,
some proof, a flash, a voice from god,
or something else divine.

Yet this has never happened
in the history of mankind,
through many thousands of years,
and many billions of tears,
the gods have always been deaf and blind.

Tom Higgins
489 · May 2014
The Evil Ventriloquists.
Tom Higgins May 2014
Tomorrow, if I wake up again
I shall have reached the big six zero,
Which means I have lived a longer life
Than Napoleon,******, and Nero.

And if I wake again in the morn
I shall look in the mirror and smile
Because since the day I was born
I've never killed anyone, while

All around the world constantly
There has always been a war
Whilst I have been living quietly
Wondering what the fight was for.

And usually the answer came
After the deaths of millions of those
Who were born in the conflict zones
And who never really chose

To have a war with anyone
It is not the people's choice
It seems that everywhere wicked men
Usurp the people's voice.

Tom Higgins.26/02/2014
484 · May 2014
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?
Tom Higgins May 2014
A genius from the N R A,
Was on the news the other day.
He was on there to espouse the view,
That there is nothing government can do,
To stop him owning any gun,
No they'll never, ever stop his fun.
He'll have as many as he can desire,
And all of them he'll definitely fire,
At anyone he sees as a threat,
So all those poor folks best not get,
Any ideas above their station,
About equality in their great nation,
Which has the equality of those with most,
Who pray to their god,and like to boast,
Of all the things that they possess,
And ask for their materialism, their god to bless,
And keep them in their righteous place,
With both feet planted firmly on the face,
Of the millions required to toil and serve,
Those who think only they deserve,
To be allowed to live a life fulfilled,
So don't dare to trespass or you will be killed!

Tom Higgins 09/01/2013
474 · May 2014
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
468 · May 2014
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.
464 · May 2014
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
455 · May 2014
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
452 · May 2014
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
452 · May 2014
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
442 · May 2014
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
433 · May 2014
Reveille
Tom Higgins May 2014
The sunrise is a golden peach delight
Melting the treacle blackness
Of the kingdom of the night.
The brightening wakens me
From my deep insensible slumber,
And outside of my window
The songbirds grow in number
To sing their dawn chorus
Competing to be heard
Each big boy trying to sing much louder,
Than any other big boy bird.
So the conspiracy of our brilliant star,
And my feathered cocky friends,
Means that now it's very certain
This is where my snoozing ends !

Tom Higgins
430 · May 2014
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
426 · May 2014
A Vainglorious World.
Tom Higgins May 2014
In a place ruled by vanity
They build huge shrines for,
The worship of pure inanity,
And here, ego is the law.

The self is the only care
For which they give a ****,
There are not heard anywhere,
The teachings of the Lamb.

The mirror is the object they
Prize above all others,
And it's where they stand and pray
For victory over their brothers.

There is no society here
They have to stand alone
And use violence, threats, and fear,
To get closer to the throne.

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
398 · May 2014
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
376 · May 2014
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
373 · May 2014
The Mindless Blindness.
Tom Higgins May 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
353 · May 2014
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
352 · May 2014
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
346 · May 2014
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
342 · May 2014
'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
339 · May 2014
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
333 · May 2014
Waiting In Line
Tom Higgins May 2014
Waiting In Line

I'm in the queue with the rest of you
I'm waiting until it's my turn.
To pass on through the exit door
With two choices, to be buried or to burn.

But I don't want either choice
Not for little old me.
I want something totally different,
I want buried in the deep blue sea.

I want to be taken on a boat
Out beyond the far horizon
And to be tipped over the side to sink
Into the kingdom of old Poseidon.

And there I'll be recycled by
The creatures of the deep
Just like I recycled those of them
That were big enough to keep,

And for any of my fellow men
Who in life have disliked me.
You are all invited to
Take a trip far out to sea.

Then when you get to my resting place
Feel free to play music and rave.
Yes please all of you have some fun
And dance upon my grave.

Tom Higgins
332 · May 2014
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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