How Dare We

We dare to challenge, to fight, in spite of

begging to cut ourselves, our nose off

see the real in the unrealistic mirror

change the way to see Priscilla 

our thoughts, our minds are twisted wrecks

we sail on ships with twenty decks

we fly in airplanes, there is no an engine 

we pass old friends without a mention 

we see the end but not the beginning 

enter blindly with our heads spinning

life has flown then we pass along

our memories fade of the ones who have gone

we play their records and sing their songs 

tell tale an end, with a clashing gong.

Sonnet of Hope

Falling into the depth of drudgery 

Unfortunate anchor sinking

Caught under a rock of obesity

A mere moment of tragedy

Tangling with the untwining of cable

Refutable permission to move if able

The darkened wet doth lay

Removing action is no pay

Yet in a moment a licence is sought

A promise of hope is brought

Arrangement is somehow met

Surprising offer a professional  cares

Liquid of promise for one who dares

Maybe a moment to alter the stairs

Beautiful Sunshine # 🌞

# Beautiful sunshine, shine your light

beautiful sunshine, shining so bright

a beautiful day, way into the night

Giving us your warmth, so perfect and right #

# Beautiful sunshine, be here to stay 

beautiful sunshine, don’t go away

leave us this feeling, December to may

beautiful sunshine, love us today 

Beautiful Sunshine, love us today #

A Rut

I cannot strut while in a rut

I forever bleed 🩸 when I am cut

there is no er without a butt

I used to be bright but now I am a clutz 

I never judge anyone unless they’re a cu#t 

Rat

A rat will run and hide from the sun

vermin ridden living in a slum

inexcusably caring for none

greedy in nature for number one

Rat babies are many, wandering free

poison is laced to kill the rat tree

attack the rats or let them be?

decide the correct thing for their being

Another look at the rat then we will see

they love to be with their rat family

feeding their babies loving their own

chewing their food complete to the bone

intelligence beyond our ignorance 

beautiful as a pet friend

playfully climb completely prance 

sit on one’s shoulder in a hug 

scurrying slowly across the lug

the rat is a clever friend or is it a thug?

inward

Perfect the day of our meet, a confident sheister

clever in words, speaking so sweet

years of struggle have laid my soul bare

torn apart, not for the first, the second, the last 

loving you with all we have in the past.

ugly as a monster, unbearably weak

cannot feel or dare to speak

once again to feel thy worth

a nothing person from the day of birth 

fighting to keep down weight of an outgrown girth 

living a life creating confusion 

if I never had to speak again, I would not

yet my soul aches for the correct words, I have forgot.

confusion negotiates a destructive history

yet a grounding impact is my only fish tree

Now I don’t know what life is to be

 

 

Think Today of Yesterday

The importance we must recognise about the Reform party’ is the Xenophobia and Racism; the change in what happens from removing Health and Safety laws that could impact every human in the United Kingdom. it can only be learnt from recent history and what has already happened by the leadership charge of Adolf Hitler and the Nazi party, The brainwashing of ordinary Germans leading to Germany exterminating Black people, Gypsy’s, Disabled people not forgetting  6 Million Jewish people that were brutally murdered. The German race was lead blindly into believing lies and false media attention over many years leading to the rise of The Third Reich’ and The Second World War’ We must not allow that to happen again anywhere in the world particularly not in the UK. 

Do not let fear weaken your humanity., remember Jesus loves you, no matter where you are from or whatever denomination you have. Forgive all and love all even your enemies, do not judge but leave it to god to judge the righteous.

John 3:16

Patricio.

Hope to survive

One day of freedom, one day of joy

just one day for every girl and boy

they are beautiful and require our love

our support, our encouragement 

forgiveness from our god above

is it a dream to want such things real

or is it expectations that are not in the deal

Is living about a day of fun 

then every other day of misery 

that cannot be undone

ignore social media, put down your phone

speak of nitty gritty, yar things to the bone

conversation and hugs with tender gloves

a world of kindness fill it with love

release the stress, akin to releasing a dove

kindness to all can be patiently shared

consider empathy to all as we care

receiving is great as we open a surprise 

filling the soul is from giving a prize 

a warm emotion with love as a guise 

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a word from the author -

 Show kindness in your thoughts to those that are suffering or escaping repression, violence and horror in their own countries, so much so that they have escaped from awful conditions and arrived in many countries including the uk. Please remember they are human beings with children and families just as you have and although it is of course difficult to accept many numbers arriving, we will and have to leave it in the hope that all governments can get together to arrange some kind of peace and help within these countries so that people will see trust with welcome arms and a future of wealthy existence and homes to be repatriated back to within the homelands whence they once came. So my message is clear - Judge not those you don’t know or understand and have a Merry Christmas 2025.

Hats on my Brow

Lay the offer of ‘Kind Sensual Sex’ 

I would say ‘Sorry Not Now’

Coz, I always wear my ‘Hats’ on my brow

though I feel I must say

for there can be no other day

and not to mean it in a wrong way

I love you today 

Remember one day when it changed 

28th to be sure, a ‘Working Day 74’

‘Longest Call Climbing’ health decline for sure

t’was a lovely day overall

climbing high, without a fall

I never meant to be number one!

Changes come and changes all

broken body collapsing mind

most of life have felt behind

Thank you for giving me each day of hope

for most days inside, I cannot cope 

give us love Oh Lord to cherish thee

a hope with prayer to be strong as a tree. 

I take faith on hope for this day now

for I always wear my Hats on my brow.

So much suffering

I cry everyday, I’m a weak pathetic man

I am hurt by life and the horror I am

tragedy follows my heart it will not go

I cry for them all they never know

the sad little boy who dies without care

a family loses a son, lay stabbed and bare

a young girl dies from bulimia her fullness is empty

Anorexia nervosa a starving disease barely seen

foreigners I hear them scream

take our jobs and everything 

then I read a story of a lady that weeps

sworn at and cursed by abuse, she never sleeps

another boat person running from fear

to enter the uk how they vary dare

to want to live and care

children suffering cancer is rife

lovely man for 60 years loses his wife

still the rich can afford to laugh

a homeless family cannot have a bath

I’m still this pathetic weakened man

should toughen up is what they say

real men don’t show themselves like you do

so desperate in the loneliness I feel

not understood by anyone still

I will cry because that’s what I must

while others walk on without a single fuss

I know this world is not what I feel

when there is so much suffering everywhere still

My Song

I travelled the world, far and long

through towns and plains singing my song

I never knew where I could rest

to write down thoughts of my digress

the battle fought was a war too long

words that were written to end my song

passions kiss in a loves embrace

satin cloth trimmed with lace

peace was shattered by a broken sound

of running water flowing on the ground

a river close had burst its bank

fish lie dying and a boat had sank

the small craft had gone but urgency calls

save the fish was my very first thought 

if I hadn’t done so then my life was worth nought

carrying it down the river to Perrotts Brook

then lowered it in, slipping forward from my grasp 

I placed it down then released its rasp

it fell and floated in a side kind of sway

then waking gradually it swam away

my song ended as it had once began

on and on every single day

to tell of life, its many twists that get in the way

no doubt it will end quite quickly one of these days

Family & Friends

Two together in an empty house 

avoiding getting in the way of one another 

family and children in the same house 

confusion all around, battles of sound

a cosy quiet corner can always be found  

the gathering of warmth and love 

sharing a wild hysterial ground

when alone again loneliness around

avoiding the others space with no music

Love until May

The heart to give away, love deeply in any way

happiness along with peace, everything you say 

caring for others all around, just spread the joy everyday

passionate caress for June until May

Life’s simulation

I have two minutes to say all I want

two minutes to say what is long

not much time when I am not feeling strong

So much to write, oh my mind has gone

all I can think of is ‘fuck’, I am falling 

though; today is the day, my memory is found

to turn my ridiculous life around

a battery in my hearing aid for sound

damn I crashed the plane on the ground

that’s what happens in a simulator

Tragic Agenda

Away in the wind when the storm blows

distance the sounds of a horns crow

Bagpipes are feint; sing about a saint

mama passes over afore a long ole wait

the big ‘C’ burdens thee, is it time? possibly

striving to come, agony to go, confusion maybe

would you wallow in shame or weep

go in peaceful friends as sheep

A ship sails the troubled way across the sea

to a land bewitched with sinful peasantry

enjoyment in a find the strange noise sounds

chants of calling to pray on the mound

beautiful flags of hatred hanging

St George the foreign Prince a dangling

England became a place of hell

viciousness under a racist smell

Tonight eating a curry from my Indian friend

tomorrow a Chinese restaurant sends

a pizza flops meaty mozzarella cheese 

amazingly tasty, send some more please

Sting in the tail of a locust

poisonous death from a snake

no - only one way to warm a glove

a hand of warmth and filled with love. 

The Broken Horse

Barbed wire namely life shredding skin 

the once upon a time you were  

irrevantly perturbed in guilt ridden sin 

the little child growing in time long  

ages to grow, fed lies which maketh one strong 

then; eventually destructive force hits  

truth hits hard as a horse with a bit 

all hurt, pain, destructive force 

catches up energy, dies of course 

accepting it is as it is with remorse 

existence as a broken horse.

A Working Man’s Legacy

I remember sixteen as if it were yesterday 

five different jobs not a single day away

wanting success, keen to be blessed

yet secretly, deep down, wanting caress

working in a greyhound stadium with my dad

on the tote, a brass museum piece clad

painting, selling, Amway was bad

so many jobs, not a university grad

years have gone, still without a song

never to join a rich man’s throng

not up for the challenge, can’t be bothered 

work, wore my life thin, then I felt smothered

Just like John Lennon, a working class hero

who created nothing then went to zero

intelligently stupid, a rich man’s tool

living a life, yet feeling the fool

When I die, it will not be long

To  join Jesus or Elvis to sing my own song

then he’ll say to me ‘come along’

There is a staircase for painting and it’s very long

Soul in a hole

I am fragile, I love life, I love people, I love all 

being kind and caring a reason to feel tall 

why then does my reason for living get tested ?  

turning thy tentative nature of I am, in to small

Satan is not part of my soul yet evil invades

it enters every orifice through any hole

destroying my inner peace, is its devilish goal

I feel that death is the answer to overthrow 

Why can’t I be happy being me, living life happily

it sycophantically destroys the person I wish to be

a loving person surrounded by fragility 

emptiness is denying my virtuality 

To feel love and to give love is everything

to believe within love we can win

ignorance is my only bliss, in thought

everything can be cured with a hug and a kiss

Quaintly Forgotten

The land darkens as cold air draws close

shadows! the only friend that is near

a cold island island the man I be, sublimely 

quoting with confidence, the sight of wonder

yet speaking alone, I sit and wonder

if I died would I have not been known

to disappear in the mist forever err, alone

Did you live ?

I speak of Nazareth, inconspicuous sleepy town 

people roaming about quietly without frown

I speak of Nazareth, quietest sleepy hollow

each person wandering around on the borrow

a sparkle one night sky at Bethlehem 

I speak of Bethlehem a gift to them

I speak of a boy for Mary a joy

a son in gods favour, born as the saviour

speak of a boy, a ruthless child

calming the lost, alone and wild

Jesus saves if you choose to be

free from the pain and strong as a tree