Green And Unpleasant Land

A social life's not conducive
When you're semi-reclusive
An EU referendum now stuck in a rut
No fresh air when the door stays shut

White Van Man votes with the Sun
Dodgy builders adding zeros for fun
A nation divided, a union on a thread
A country squeezed blue, no future for red

A government feeding on seven deadly sins
Posh boys quaff Moet as the poor rattle tins
Hearts are broken and souls are sold
Greed left to flourish as evil takes hold

A perfect storm is in the making
If the Eton class keep taking
I fear it's already fated
A civil war is being created

I May Never

I may never reach my ultimate goal
always trying to save your soul
never discovering sustainable joy
always scheming with a plot and ploy

I may never find what I'm looking for
always pacifying and renouncing war
never feeling healthy for more than a week
always hiding when I should seek

I may never see the perfect day
always feel like running away
never felt comfortable in my own skin
always losing when it's easier to win

I may never curb negative feelings
always looking up at glass ceilings
never saying I like you
always thinking I love you

In My Darkest Hour

In my darkest hour
The sun never rose
Inky blackness enveloped my soul
Reached the lowest of a series of lows

In my darkest hour
The future was hidden
Wrapped in a cloak of sadness
The road to redemption forbidden

In my darkest hour
I was bloated and restless
A once joyful life a burden
My thoughts a shambolic mess

In my darkest hour
I prayed like a child
Sick of feeling unwell
The seed of health grown wild

In my darkest hour
I saw the right thing to do
The reason for never losing hope
The reason is you

Stillness Class

Hosted a stillness group
I served cock-a leekie soup
Nothing happened next
What did you expect?
A light show in a chicken coop?

A Chocolate Orange

Sentimental for remembrance

Of childhood sentiments

Of chocolate segments
nothing rhymes with orange

 

Pricked Conscience

Reached a fork in the road
A pitch fork
In the pitch darkness
It pricked my conscience

Miss Anthropy

Miss Anthropy deactivated Facebook
Living in a vicarious virtual void
Erstwhile friends kidnapped by social media
Even her dog was annoyed

Miss Anthropy was bitter towards Twitter
Her followers fell short of 5k
A goal to prove the world was kind
A shield to keep her demons away

Miss Anthropy retreated into a twilight existence
A bleak future beckoned without a foothold
Obstinate obscurity and sliding into oblivion
Out of the darkness she suddenly struck gold

Miss Anthropy wasn't born to despise mankind
Help was needed to rid her of hate
She changed her ways on a day of redemption
When she found Hello Poetry and her true soul mate!

Lallana's Banana

Adam Lallana ate a banana
Then found no bin for the skin
He threw it in a hedge
Then ate fruit and veg
And became melancholy

Healing Moon

As I lay gazing at a star filled sky
In the throes of woe in the dead of night
A beautiful healing moon appeared
In my line of sight

Belief in Relief

Woke up again to agonising pain
4.30am as if a daily sickening alarm call
Enough time passed for last night's medication
To leave me like a slighted guardian angel
This angry nerve by the name of sciatic
This debilitating condition is no amateur dramatic
Slipping a disc onto me will you?
Do you know who I am?
I have friends
Back, hip, buttock, thigh, knee, calf and foot
I laugh in the face of your desperate tears   
Is that all you can fight back with?
The medics have heard it all before
Another holder of a low pain threshold
Try this, do that. sort yourself out
A five minute walk leaves a raging inferno
The limb seeks revenge for this testing temerity
There's always someone worse off than you
Self pity wins no friends
This means nothing when trapped in a moment of desperation
Got to find a way
Got to find the signpost to health
I've got to