Waiting For The Day

Waiting for the day that may never come
No angry faces filled with hate
No speeding metal boxes driven by thugs
No fishing for harm with evil bait

Waiting for the end of never ending crime
Offenders scarring, riddling with strife
Victim's cases too often forgotten
No rehabilitation with society's lowlife

Waiting for an era with a new world order
The end of mankind's flailing flaws
Humanity's enduring propensity for injury
Killing and dying in the name of a cause

Waiting in vain for a day without pain
Religion twisted into a killing machine
Refugees labelled as economic migrants
Waiting for the day that's never been

Golfer Afraid of Affray at Fraying Fairway

• Man accused of stepping on toes of Steptoe
• Rookie gardener allergic to a newly mowed lawn
• Golfer afraid of affray at fraying fairway
• Metal detecting benefit cheat found with iron giro
• Football legend's club foot described as leg end
• Cereal killer allergic to flakes of corn
• Bird thief arrested wearing budgie smugglers

Love On Your Side

Don't mess with a past time and place
It's likely to spit and slap your face
It's there for a reason
A reminder good or bad
To learn from an error
To reminisce on a golden treasure
Revisionism leads to misinformation
Those that wrote it first were usually there
Erudite witnesses to significant events
History can be recorded by winners
It can also be ascribed by sinners
Bygone days can be built on in the present
Priceless experience it's foundation stone
Don't worry so much when you're feeling prone
With love on your side you're never alone

A Night's Insomnia

In through the blinds
Moonlight shines in parallel lines
Transports my mind to another time
Childhood and it's lively naivety
Moments in a Cumbrian house of haunting shadows
Minutes on a Manx mountain surveying the kingdom
Hours breathing in burning turf across an emerald bog
Days on Cornish cliffs overlooking wild Atlantic surf
Weeks in camp holiday camps with red coats and florid faces
Months in class rooms of education
Years learning to grow from boy to man via adolescent angst
Decadent decades decaying to austere anxiety
It's all in a night's solemn insomnia

Selfish to Sell Fish

Why do fleecy tracksuit wearers always look sheepish?
Why do cows sometimes look bullish?
Why wasn't Gregory ever peckish?
Why aren't odoriferous fishmongers selfish to sell fish?

Flawed Paws

They refuse to conform to feline laws
Prowling his lawns with flawed paws
Fouling his garden their sickening cause
Howling in desperation he clutches at straws

24 bottles of water are scattered
Neighbours whisper, "his head's battered"
Pussycats shitting 'til his nerves are shattered
His life in tatters, nothing else mattered

You Can't, You Can

You can't hear birdsong if you tweet too much
You can still be liked without Facebook's crutch
You can't find EVERYTHING on Wikipedia
You can still be fulfilled without social media

You can't be an individual and a clone
You can view the world without a phone
You can't sail through life with a holed boat
You can enjoy the rain with a decent coat

You can't trust politicians and their lies
You can seek the truth, integrity, the wise
You can't change the world and all it's strife
You can take a righteous path and enrich your life

You can't lose when you find a way to unwind
You can meditate, breathe, open up your mind
You can't find true love if you close your heart
You can be caring and considerate...at least that's a start

Two Hour Chihuahua

A diminutive dog ran away
During torrential Manchester showers
He was later found cowering
Amongst pretty spring flowers

120 minutes later his owner showed up
A local resident with a face so sour
The evening news later ran the headline 
"The Troublesome Tiny Two Hour Chihuahua"

Destination Unknown

Which of life's metaphorical roads are you traversing?  
Stopping and starting like the M25?
Fast, then slow, then slower, then stop

Maybe, the undulating streets of San Francisco?
Gradually ascending to highs
Then descending sharply back to new lows

Could it be Route 66?
Passing through deserts then unexpected attractions
In an ever-changing climate

Others are negotiating the bustle of New Delhi
Pushed into perpetual motion
Avoiding collisions at every turn

Some are on a "B" road in Norfolk
Flat and featureless
But with wide horizons

When you pass your final traffic cone
Believe you can leave a positive legacy
When you finally arrive at destination unknown

Genuine Fake

Whether days are short
or days are long
our most difficult task
is to admit we were wrong

We're all prone to human error
we can all make a mistake
better to accept our honest shortcomings
than strive to be a genuine fake