Sun Kissed Face

Sun kissed summer days 
can remind us of a time that felt real
senses heightened to absorb
every new different experience
when your world is your playground
life tasting sweeter than a fruit salad chew
childhood, when all is fresh and new
when adults are strange beings

As adults life can feel surreal
especially on Northern Rail's track
with fuckery around every corner
of streets paved with the homeless
someone's always worse off than you though
a consolation prize in the race to the bottom
but each new day is a blessing
when the sun still kisses the face

Circus of the Death Wish Dickhead

Roll up, roll up for the worst show in town
The circus of the death wish dickhead
See him cycle with one hand on his groin
The other with a phone to his head

See him drive the stolen car
With his seat at 120 degrees
120 mph on an unlit motorway
Thinking he's the bees knees

A selfish, moronic, society draining lout
The law means nothing to him
Beyond rehabilitation or redemption
Uneducated, uncouth, unhinged and dim

Give the death wish dickhead a wide berth
He values neither your life nor his own
He's sure to disappear up his own arse
Still clutching his iPhone

A Prestwich Walk

Horse-shaped figurines amid swathes of green
A view of the field where I've just been
My stuttering gait to reach the gate
Of the clough and it's delights
Descending to a blue bridge
Beneath the azure sky
Over the rocky stream
Riveted by a rivulet struggling over stone
then ascent to a church
With the promise of heaven for the faithful
I sit on the fence
Moving on to the village
A takeaway reads "Ho Fat"
Unsure about the menu


Onto the Metro
A link in a chain of pain
Making a stand by refusing to sit
It smells a bit
Of fare dodgers
Reaching my destination
Reaching my destiny
Reaching the parts tutors don't teach
Reaching the parts others don't reach

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!