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 and 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

Not Enough!

‘Twas a moment in time, memories of the fateful crime

a day that broke two hearts, just before we had to part

an unfortunate decision of regret, for you it was set

a smile upon your face said it all, for me it was a fall

so for the family tree, yet it could have been three

wondering on alone, our fate was set in stone

no sweet girl, we were not enough

John Milton

The mind is its own place! 

Lost souls

Show kindness in your hearts,

to those whose troubles are beyond their help,

question hope if it is not beyond yours

Give prayers if able, to the lost souls 

for not belonging anywhere in their hearts.

prepare food for people who hunger

forgive all, who ask of it, those that do not expect it

not forgetting to pray for those who do not deserve it

everyone makes mistakes, sorry is a change of heart

accept it with your own frailties 

gratefulness with love, learn from those

who have no choice, like many

Autistic people that are beautiful in their own way

probably more intelligent than most others

only an inability to show or tell us how

Is the today the day when you

can make a difference in someone’s life

By speaking a few kind words 

Like….I Love You 

A Clockwork Rythm

Movement is to do, better still not!

It is a feeling, a moment in time 

a thought or a critique sublime 

never mind the bullshit

be easy on yourself 

you never know

everything could be fine

Trapped on a tilted plate 

slipping on the greased side of bacon

just about to fall in to the demise

what is a person meant to do

when the shit is covered in flies

still no more telling lies

life will have to change, or else I will die!

Enough of the thunderous swirling wind

trying to tell a story yet where to begin? 

looking for the bright glint on a mirrored wall

a sparkled prism of light that is cool

I don’t know, must stop being the fucking fool

try to be grown up in mind for a change

not so ridiculously small