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