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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
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
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
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
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
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
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
Tom Higgins May 2014
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
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
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
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
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
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.
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
Tom Higgins May 2014
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
Tom Higgins May 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
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
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
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.
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
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
Tom Higgins May 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!"
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
Tom Higgins May 2014
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
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 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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
Tom Higgins May 2014
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
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
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.
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
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
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
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
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?
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