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

Down on the Farm

Down on the farm they spin a yarn

There is twine from the sheep, a blanket for sleep

Where the little children lay at peace 

Mother working, has carpets to sweep

The dust lay around from the struggle she keeps

Farmer comes home late after toiling the ground

Creeping in silently not making a sound

Crawls in bed, it is half past nine 

Clothes are still hanging on the washing line

Up at four o’clock the next day is new

Precious times now may be short or few

A love of strength, a hope in heart

The weather is grim yet rain doth start

Poppies bring hope, from an angels harp.

The Wild, Wild, West

The Oregon trail in west Texas, west. 

the host is the land, growing trees abreast

It bears the name wild.. the wild Wild West

always; will be known, as a state of no rest

They are passers by claiming the right 

then; will not give up without a fight 

grasping at soil, the bramble and hope

until comes an age, where they cannot cope

They will see, it’s wild with men

who seem fixated of where and when

cut each one down, in power and strength 

they will not stop til’, it’s ran it’s length 

Scourge of the land, the given host

kill all the creatures, though not the ghosts 

a new world will reclaim, what once was free

new peace, new beasts, oh!; those blossoming trees.

Dad 😔

My Dad with a heart of gold, generosity was his soul

although pennies he had, neither bought nor sold

a kind disheartened fellow, especially when old

a slight man, always fit without trying, so I was told

short tempered, that scared us children so

the fear runs on, I don’t think it will ever go

damaged by a loneliness that comes unfair

afraid of others that live to scare 

Dad could not help his frightening side

not even from mum his loving bride

he was taken in a careless way

months in hospital then went away

there’s not much left to write or say

except we really miss you today

especially as it is, your birthday. 

Dad X

My All

If I could give you everything, 

I would give you the world

The sea, the stars

even give, you one of them new pink cars

If I could hold you forever in my arms

to be loved by your feminine charms

while listening to the little mouse run around

in the ‘Hungarian dance’ by Brahms

I have been blessed to see you undress 

watch you on the toilet, hold you in a caress

never thinking about the time

when life was such a mess

we have together, lived through the wars

wondering what it is all for

although, I never meant to be a bore

perhaps it’s because I’ve always been poor

Still, you are around, and I have found

moment’s of peace so serene

we have been hiding in the shadow’s

hoping not to be seen

I would love to shout over the Earth

you are the most beautiful woman

I have ever seen

yet, you would find that Crass or obscene

maybe one day, I can share my heart

instead of the whiff from one of my farts 

to be who I really am

maybe even pretend, to like West Ham

I will love you until my blood runs cold

until the sun doesn’t shine anymore

my death would be a tragedy, yet I was old!

to shine with a twinkle in the night 

However I would not dare to be so bold. 

Just when the clouds have gone

How great is life, loving work, loving life

plenty to do, expertly priced

it a joy to rise every morn, feel fresh in the dawn

return back home to feel the love

help the arthritis with some tight fitting gloves

Bang one day 💥 it takes a split, a sack full of shit 

begins a twist, depression hits,

no hint or hollow, no time for sorrow,

just when it’s gone, it’s back with a thump

when all seems fine, I am an old grump

why does it return to make life so bad

the worst timed moment it is so sad  still could be worse!!  …Or