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R Dickson Dec 2015
Hearing of a song about a place that I didn't know,
In my head an idea of a poem it did sow,
All  the searches I could find of this I had no skill,
Was that people were dying there on Kinnoull Hill,

The beauty of the River Tay and of surrounding land,
The place to view is at the Tower, that's the very place to stand,
The craggy face, the steep sheer drop, if you're mentally ill,
Don't dare venture to the top, the top of Kinnoull Hill,

Of all the places that they choose, they chose this place to die,
Shouting out I love you was the last thing that they cry,
Deciding to end it all, a life that's had its fill,
Death was their last resting place, below Kinnoull Hill,

Not since the days when Jamie Foyers had once so proudly strode,
Now it's for the weary in desperation mode,
They have no need for knife or gun or even just a pill,
Their modus operandi was to climb up Kinnoull Hill,

Don't blame the victims for their death or of their state of mind,
Modern life is difficult with day to daily grind,
He was just a soldier his government trained him to ****,
The killing only stopped when he stepped off Kinnoull Hill.
The song "Kinnoull Hill" that inspired this poem is on the album Traces of Freedom and this is a link to it.
http://alandickson.bandcamp.com/album/traces-of-freedom
R Dickson Aug 2015
Once we're on the slippery *****,
With assisted suicide,
That's when the sick people,
Have nowhere left to hide,

Now that the clock is ticking,
Where will it all stop,
Next is the old folk,
We'll chop them till they drop,

Down Syndrome men and women,
Elderly, infirm who can tell,
Doctors must authorise,
Shipman did that well,

Then there's the druggies,
We'll have to use a rope,
Injection would be stupid,
Like giving them more dope,

They'll not be the last,
The unemployed are next,
They'll not be sent a letter,
We'll do it all by text,

Get them all lined up,
We'll do them one by one,
Give them the death injection,
Nowhere left for them to run,

The fat ones need to go,
Costing too much cash,
Eating too much food,
Use a knife to slash,

If your neighbour's a bit different,
You know, a bit like that,
Take out your weapon,
And stab him in the heart,

Clear the jails out,
The place if your a crook,
If we need more killers,
It's the very place to look,

Dignitas will be redundant,
We'll **** them all in house,
It'll be good business,
Shooting them just like grouse,

Forget about the smokers,
Assisted suicide's not their game,
With their lungs and breath failing,
They're dying just the same,

Life is so **** precious,
Killing's against God's law,
Commandment number six,
One of ten we shouldn't  withdraw.
Shipman was a doctor that killed his elderly patients.
Dignitas is a Swiss group helping those with terminal illness and severe physical and mental illnesses to die, assisted by qualified doctors and nurses
R Dickson Jul 2015
The stationery was stationary,
When the train was standing still,
The stationery was no longer stationary,
When the train started up the hill,

The train was not now stationary,
And the stationery started sliding,
The train was moving fast,
And the pen no longer gliding,

On the now non stationary stationery,
That the pen was writing on,
The pen had suddenly abruptly stopped,
Now that the stationery had gone.
R Dickson May 2015
Best words written in rows,
Makes them poems not prose.
R Dickson May 2015
I'm fascinated by the fascinator,
That sits upon a ladies' head,
The fascination I've got for the fascinator,
Cause it's got my memory misled,

I sometimes think it's a favour,
Or some other name like that,
I made this poem to remember,
It's a fascinating small hat.
R Dickson Apr 2015
Tick tock says the wall clock,
Tick tock is the noise it makes,
Round and round the hands go,
Sixty minutes is what it takes,

Tick tock the digital clock,
It's not what it says,
The digital clock is silent,
With no pendulum that sways,

Big and bold Grandfather clock,
Stands so straight and strong,
Usually in the hallway,
Wound up and never wrong,

All clocks are superfluous now,
If you need to know the time,
Check out your smart phone,
I check the time on mine.
R Dickson Apr 2015
Vote for him or vote for her,
Vote for anyone you like,
Use your vote don't lose your vote,
If you believe in all the hype,

The hype that's being pumped out,
By politicians by the score,
Posting posters and pamphlets,
On your window and through your door,

They're all after your vote,
A vote to get them a job,
Some are career politicians,
Some are just there to rob,

When the voting's over,
And their seats have been retained,
They just ignore the public,
Till it starts all over again.
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