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

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

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

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

If I Could Achieve The Impossible.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tom Higgins 24/05/2014

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

Love Is?

I am a very hateful man
So full of hate for everything.
I hate because then I can
Blame others for my shortcomings.

I hate your ginger hair
I hate your brown eyes
I hate you because you care
I hate you as you are wise.

If I don't like the way you dress
You'd better stay away from me.
Because I will leave you in such a mess.
Come close and you will soon see.

I hate those I don't know
I hate those not like me
I hate every place I go
I hate every difference I see.

If I don't like the music you play
Then that will be enough for me
To **** you as sure as night follows day
Go on, play it and then you'll see.

I hate the godless and the gays
I hate the Muslims and the Jews
I hate immigrants and all their ways
I hate all those with liberal views.

I am going to get you all.
I will ensure that you are scared.
I will make your government fall
Then you'll see me with my teeth bared.

I hate those who talk of peace
I hate the poor and the weak
I hate the law and the police
I hate every foreign freak.

So with my sneaky bombs I shall destroy
I'll make you all bow down to me
Every man ,woman, girl and boy.
You will not have democracy.

Tom Higgins

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


Tom Higgins 25/05/2014

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

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

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

Tom Higgins

The sun is out and the sky is blue,
So there is nothing better for this man to do,
Than to walk out where people are very rare,
And fill my lungs with the freshest air,
Blowing from the Southwest today
In that whistling sort of windy way.

Oh how I love to walk up here
In this valley where the air is clear,
And the birds are singing in the trees
The Hallelujah chorus carried on the breeze
To fill the senses of anyone who may be,
Close enough to hear their symphony.

Then as I climb to the Southern hilltop
Something catches my eye and I have to stop.
I look in silent wonder as I now can see
Not one buzzard nor two, but three
Circling and swooping in the sky above
This is a sight I have come to love

As I stand agog and watch them soaring
On the thermals up from the valleys pouring,
Again I find myself captivated by
The ease and grace with which they fly.
Then off into the distance all three glide
Leaving me feeling good inside.

Further on and I espy three roe deer
The first I’ve seen for many a year.
They’re grazing contentedly and unaware
That I have stopped to stand and stare
At a sight I don’t often see,
But today Mother Nature’s been good to me.

Tom Higgins 24/03/2014

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

I look forward to the future
As I look back upon the past,
And I hope I'll keep remembering
For as long as my life may last,

And I hope that my album of life
Will have an expanding trend,
And that my ability to refer to it
Will stay with me to the end.

I hope its colours never fade,
Or its bright reflections dull,
For from these is the person made
And a life can never be full.

Unless the memory stays clear
For those remaining days,
Without fading into the mists
Of an autumnal evening's haze,

To gradually disappear
Into a wintry fog bound Hell,
A man without a memory
Is a mere empty shell.

Tom Higgins 22/02/2013

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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

I looked in the mirror in the bathroom
Just after getting out of bed
I saw my father looking back at me
And this is what he said,

"You are me as I am you
And together we are one
There is nothing that divides us
I am sure of that my son."

Time has passed by so quickly
Since we last spoke for real
Life just seems like a fading dream,
At least that's how I feel.

Yes the ticking clock counting down,
Each heartbeat is the measure,
Of how much time there is left
Of this life for me to treasure.

Tom Higgins. 02/05/2014