Poets Anonymous

I visited insomniacs anonymous
But fell asleep during roll call
I thought I had "short-man" syndrome
But found I was too tall

I asked a bird to sing me a song
The feathered fiend tweeted my request
It said it disliked my flat feet
But loved my #pigeonchest

I took the low road to the high street
But missed the busker with spoons
I then found a fork in the road
Dropped by cutlery-selling goons

These words are getting sillier
But one must keep on smiling
Poets anonymous have stopped taking my calls
But it'll never stop me dialing

When The World Screams

When the world screams hear it's pain
When drought brings famine let it rain
When loved ones cry dry their tears
When friends are anxious placate their fears
When danger is ahead learn when to stay
When the night falls learn from the day
When the sun rises feel it's glow
When life speeds around you take it slow
When flowers bloom smell their scent
When love takes a holiday find where it went
When nothing makes sense don't try to understand
When you're all at sea you'll find dry land

Embrace The Moment

Embrace the moment
Don't be a clone
Take a look at the world
Without your phone

Embrace the moment
Step aside the rat race
Live your life in 3D
Feel the breeze on your face

Embrace the moment
Feel the passion
Don't be a victim
Of a passing fashion

Embrace the moment
It may never return
Close the laptop
Try new ways to learn

Embrace the moment
Try living your dream
Don't let your river
Become a stream

Embrace the moment
Hear the bell toll
Enrich your life
Nourish your soul

Alliteration Obliteration

Bungee jumping adrenaline junkies
Mingling, clinging, funky monkeys
Random tandems are bikes made for three
Southerners eat dinner, Northerners eat tea

Fighting, biting knights in tights
Weirdy, beardy unsightly sights
Hopping, flopping blue kangaroos
Tuneless didgeridon'ts, tuneful didgeridoos

Seeding and weeding, sowing and mowing
Strimming and trimming, coming and going
Bamboo shoots, kiwi fruits, pomegranates and kumquats
English, Irish, Welsh and Scots

Wig-wearing llamas in woolly pyjamas
Obama drama set in the Bahamas
Obstinate, oblivious, obligatory obliteration
Seizing, teasing, alliteration obliteration

Through The Window

Through the window I viewed a seedy underworld
Squatters and addicts, the lifeless and legless
Dealers and pushers, the hopeless and homeless

Through the window I viewed a foreboding church
Dwindling parishioners in two's and three's
Preparing for prayers on their knees

Through the window I viewed seekers of asylum
Out of the frying pan and into the fire
Their previous lives now a funeral pyre

Through the window I viewed static traffic
There's no rush in a Mancunian rush hour
Frustrated commuters with faces so sour

Through the window I viewed a future soap star
A demonstrative teenager acting the fool
Playing to an audience to and from school

Through the window I gazed into my future
I saw no happiness from this point of view
Without ceremony I left for pastures new

A Day Like Mine

I woke up this morning and found myself in bed
Surreal dreams of custard creams were filling up my head
Flew down a flight of light brown stairs
Then slipped on slippers with pictures of bears

Made a cup of coffee, or was it a mug of tea?
Who knows? who cares? it's all the same to me
Didn't put toast in the toaster as it was still bread
It came out burnt, I've never learnt, so I stayed un-fed

Spent some time watching Bad News TV
I would've gone out but couldn't find my key
Combed my teeth then brushed my hair
And pondered life and why it's not fair

As my key turned up, the rain came down
Walked to the shop, got wet, wore a frown
Shop man said, "What's up with your face?"
"My business isn't yours", I said, that put him in his place

Shuffled back to an empty abode
Alarm went off as I'd forgotten the code
Recalled it just as my neighbour went mad
"Chillax!", I said, "Don't be so sad!"

I stared at the walls, but they never say much
They need a lick of paint, well maybe a touch
My phone rang, "Have I got PPI?"
No, I haven't, must be living a lie

Time for my shift when I become Billy Whizz
Donned the safety shoes and the ubiquitous high-viz
Drove to my work in an old black car
Got there on time, it's not that far

Time to go home, then "Time For Bed!"
Zebedee said that, he was a spring with a head
Another day done, my life's such a blast!
Wish it'd slow down though, it's going too fast!

Heartless

Could you steal all their love
If they gave you their all?
Would you tear out their heart
With their back against a wall?

Could you keep up pretence
When their tears haven't dried?
Would you leave them exposed
With nowhere to hide?

Could you hurt their feelings
If you knew they couldn't cope?
Would you fill them with lies
Then give them false hope?

Could you ask them to meet
Then meet someone stronger?
Would you spiral them into oblivion
When you wanted them no longer?

Homeless Empathy

He sits alone on the stone flags
Staring at the ground, hungry and forlorn
Unsure of survival from day to day
Wondering why he'd ever been born

The hustle and bustle glides effortlessly past him
A cloak of invisibility shields their conscience
He never asks for change for sustenance 
Just wishes this life would make some sense

No dog for a friend, no guiding hand
The public can't see into the windows of his soul
Passers-by unaware of the tragedies of his past
Imprisoned with his demons, on the street, in a hole

There's no charity at home when you're homeless
With a broken heart, there's no love to find
We could all find ourselves in his position
We all need empathy and the conviction to be kind

Are You Fulfilled?

Does the love of your life
Still flutter your heart?
Do you still miss them?
Do you spend time apart?

Do you still socialise
With life-long friends?
Do they ease your troubled mind?
Do they help to make amends?

Do you enjoy your work?
Does it pay the bills?
Do you have a good boss?
Is it a battle of wills?

Should you have gone east
But instead headed west?
Have you learned to trust instinct
When faced with a test?

Do you live in the moment?
Are you always planning ahead?
Is it good to kill time
When you're a long time dead?

Do you dwell too much on hindsight?
Do you have so much to rue?
Are you realising your dreams?
Are you making them come true?

Ghouls

Filming the gig
Not listening to the band
Filming the beach
Not feeling the sand

Filming the accident
Not having a heart
Filming the rescue
Not playing any part

Filming themselves
While behaving like fools
Filming the tragedy
Like malevolent ghouls

Filming the crowd
Then missing a goal
Filming their pie
And a soggy sausage roll

Filming the meal
Not tasting the food
Filming other diners
Unaware it's rude

Filming their fork
Filming their knife
Filming the world
Without living their life