I didn’t know you

I didn’t know you
But your passing hit us so.
I didn’t know you
But your passing, hit our family so.
Extended brother,
In our family of blue
Some of us didn’t know you
But we know you, for what we do.
Those outside our family
Will never fully know the pain
Bonded by our service
Twenty four seven, in sun and rain.
Our hearts sink dear brother
Fellow servant of the crown
The words we never want to hear
“We have an officer down! “
Rest in peace dear brother
We salute you as a sign
That we will always remember you,
One less in this thin blue line.

The first day after lockdown

It was the first day after lockdown
And I ventured out my door
And I was ever so glad
I didn’t have to stay home, no more

And rushed I did, to choir practice
Where our conductor, silenced with his baton tap.
We sang with glee and thankfullnes
And boy did we sound crap.

For months of no practice
Took a heavy toll.
But it mattered not
For we sung with heart and soul.

We sang the national anthem
As our conductors arms did fly
God save the queen but…
The Welsh sang Hen Wlad Fy Nhadau

But as the rehearsal continued
We sang You’ll never walk alone
We appreciated each other
That made the Churchdown choir tone.

We sang to thank the key workers
That made it possible to sing once more.
To come together to practice
Through the community centre door.

A world in union we sang
An anthem to this world pandemic fight.
Our gratitude to the NHS
That put an end in sight.

And after the last note was finished
We sat in quiet still
And thought of our nations fallen
That lost lives to this greatest ill.

The first day after lockdown

The Drunken Philosopher

What ever I write now
Are the words of my moment
That am I, that are me.
Life I chose to see,
That is I, that is me.
Am I me or the words that make me?
Give me a moment to make me the antithesis of the time before. Leaves me thinking more.
Was I me before?
Or the contradiction of my hypocrisy?
Delinquent dichotomy disorder
A sponge-like viewpoint hoarder.
A foot across the boarder.
I place another order.
I get my salted crisps.

A pinnacle of insanity

I don’t know about wind
Apart from the hot wind I speak
About the toxic gases
Wind turbines allegedly leak.

No one knows windmills
As much as knowledgeable me
They go round and round
Sometimes on land, or sea.

They make them in China and Germany.
In America they make about none  America makes a president
Where everyone can have a gun.

Twas the night before Christmas

Twas the night before Christmas
And I’d not bought a jot.
For my entire family
Presents were still to be got.
So off to the garage
I flew like a flash
Hoping id been paid
And had enough cash.
24 hour garage,
A god send indeed.
For practical gifts
Like charger and lead.
My bestest thinking cap
I donned on my head
The first item I purchased
For Uncle Fred…
A can of lynx,
A choice of all two,
A quandary,
What would I do?
The wide range of choice
In this 24 hour spar
And settled I did,
On lynx Africa.
My mother, my father
I still had to buy
This seasonal pressure
I wanted to cry.
I paused for a moment
And took a deep sigh,
And readied myselfFor the next Christmas buy.
And off on a frenzy
I continue to shop
Onward and upwards
Shop till I drop.
My mother some hair dye
To deal with her roots.
My father some kiwi polish
For his very fine boots.
Aunt Mable loves allsorts
Plenty of things,
So into the basket
A reduced DVD of Mary Poppins.
Then last of all my sister.
The perfect item before my very eyes,
Best before the 24th, A six pack of mince pies!
All smug with my purchases
This Christmas shopping aint hard
And to top it off, a 99p extra value Christmas card.

Tony the vegan T-Rex

Millions of years ago this day
A jurassic time indeed
There was an ethical dinosaur
That insisted on ethical feed.
The climate, it was changing
The food supply was low
The weather was getting different
With this new jurassic snow.
Tony the T-Rex decided
That climate change to beat
He’d switch to nuts and berrys
Cutting out triceratops meat.
The other Rex laughed at him
Picking nuts with tiny hands
Whilst the other Rex continued
Plundering the changing lands.
No one listened to tony
With his radical new found views
The word fake wasn’t around then
So they called it erroneous news.
Then came the extension event
Qicker than a raptor blinked
No more were the dinosaurs;
Deceased, mortified, extinct.
65 million years later
New dinosaurs exist
They ignore the lesson.
The point they totally missed.

Topsy-turvy world

I live in a world where a president mocks a child

Where infants speak injustice, standing side by side.

Where money makes decisions at the expense of what is good.

And greed and want and indulgence stand, where once morals stood.

Where men kicking spheres are worshiped and adored..

Paid millions by the Topsy-turvy hoard

Topsy-turvy thinking in a Topsy-turvy world

Better off with filters than reality unfurled.

Living for the moment, thinking tiny thoughts.

“it’s fine” just ignore the science reports.

Imagine for one moment.. That we switched the way we think

What world would see, opening eyes from dreamy blink.

Ah but you are dreamers living in my world

Keep your thinking wrapped and not unfurled.

For you live in my Manor, this Topsy-turvy place

You’re not welcome to show your subversive face.

I will suppress you with your well meaning chat

For this is Topsy-turvy world we’ll have no more of that.

Fake news

Fake news, fake news
Oh what to be believe
A political narrative,
From their political sleeve.
Conjuring reality
Spinning a line
It’s OK people
We’ll be fine
Then when the end has approached
The environment raped
The aftermath
Of our political date.
When the poor are poorer
The elite are full
Sat on the toilet
Emergency cord to pull.
It snaps in our hands
No rescue to come.
Fake news fake news
Doesn’t fit what I believe
My rules my reality
What I perceive.
Fake bullet, fake trajectory
Lined with my head
Tell me fake gunman.
“why ain’t I fake dead?”

Fake news

Fake news, fake news
Oh what to be believe
A political narrative,
From their political sleeve.
Conjuring reality
Spinning a line
It’s OK people
We’ll be fine
Then when the end has approached
The environment raped
The aftermath
Of our political date.
When the poor are poorer
The elite are full
Sat on the toilet
Emergency cord to pull.
It snaps in our hands
No rescue to come.
Fake news fake news
Doesn’t fit what I believe
My rules my reality
What I perceive.
Fake bullet, fake trajectory
Lined with my head
Tell me fake gunman.
“why ain’t I fake dead?”

Simple People

People, are different
People, are the same
People, are individuals
Some people use their brain
People make us happy
People make us sad
People make the culture
Sometimes people are bad.
People make the world go round
People make it stop
People live in valleys
Sometimes on mountain top.
The point is we’re all people
We all do different things
This world’s rich diversity
That’s what people brings

Powerful men

Illusions of powerful men
Behind smoke and mirror hide
Rampant rhetoric roar!
Delusion by their side
Hidden that they lied.Grasping of powerful men
Tred the innocence under feet
Devious devil’s devour!
Blood stain throne, their seat
Down the innocent beatConscience of powerful men
Absent from their mind
Nothing, nil, nowhere
No moral can they find
Leaders of the blindSilence, still, steady
When the will is ready
To cry injustice loud
The martyrs meet their fate
We were just too late
And go back to watching telly.

Black widow barbie

Black widow barbie

Plastic parasitic predator

Waiting, watching, in snaring

Fake smile, eyes uncaring.

Angelic demeanour

Polymorphic rapport

Killing things of beauty.

A rigor mortise whore.

The Condor

Majestic giants of Peruvian air

Soaring gliding on thermal rise

Carefree canyon kings

Suncast shadows beneath them lies.

Free, untamed, spread their wings

They epitomise better things.

Impossible Friends

Darkness and light
They tried to meet
When light tried to find,
Darkness would retreat
Try as she might
Light searched in vain
This darkness mythical,
Light searched all the same.
As day searched for night,
An enigma apart.
The legend of night
Captivity would depart.
Light never saw darkness
Polar friends
Perpetual quest
It never ends.
One day light went out.
Darkness he stayed.
His life without light
Was how he’s made.
Somethings in life
Can never be.
For where there’s light
No darkness we’ll see.

Paths

Paths we walk them.
Walk them day by day.
Sometimes along the path
We rest for a time and stay.
The gradient can slow us
Or accelerate our pace
Sometimes we’re rained on
Sometimes feel radiance upon our face.
Facing forward, backwards
Up, down, side to side
Reflective, ignorant
Sometimes we hide
The path we take
A choice from A to B.
Sometimes certain,
Other times don’t see.
Your path, may be different
From what others take
But sometimes they cross
Paths our lives do make.

England verses Wales

Twas the eve before the big one

The Dragon verse St George

The men of Battle meet

In the principality forge

Many Don the uniform

For the game of games.

The Scarlet rugby Jersey

And a pint of reverend James.

From Monmouth to St Davids

And Penywaun miner’s club in between

A sea of crimson welshmen

Gathering are seen.

Calon lan and Cwm Rhondda

Sung from gathered crowd

Until the whistle sounds

Hymns and arias oh so loud.

Come you whitened chariots

To the Dragons ground
Mae Hen Wlad Fy Nhadau

Rings proudly,

All around.

All us Welsh folk

Hoping England fails

What ever happens

You’ll know you’ve been to Wales.

Paraphrase

I’d like to say something
But not quite the way I should.
I wanted to say “posture”
Instead said “how they stood”
Words escaped like justice.
Finding the words to say
Not quite what I meant
Saying it a different way.
Expression of my essence
The person who is me
The expressions different
From what others see.

The post modern poet

The silent poet composed words within his head.

Nothing spoken, nothing said.

Observing life, the colours in the grey

Didn’t speak, didn’t say.

Witnessed the moments passed by from other folk.

Didn’t utter, never spoke

Didn’t wish to offend or provoke

Sentences of silence

Uttered outwardly within

Questioned his reality

A post modernity recluse

Attended trendy parties

Wearing a fashionable noose.

They didn’t say anything

Were they even there?

Sat and drank whisky

Into the empty glass did stare.

 

The Submarine Captain

The submarine Captain ordered a standard sub.

There in started his problems, after he set sail.

Twas on his maiden journey

That the systems started to fail.

The crew were utterly petrified

For at 500 fathoms sprung the leaks

The crew were beside themselves

As over tannoy, the Captain speaks.

“Men I’m awfully sorry.

It’s my grammatical error that’s caused out fate

I’m such a foolish Captain

And now it’s far too late!

For when I ordered a standard sub”

To the crew he pandered

” I didn’t write standard sub

Instead I wrote substandard”

Playground

Raindrops patter upon the playground pools.

The gangs of kids like monkeys in the zoo.

Fastinated, encapsulated, imagination unbound.

The boys play army with an armoury of sticks.

Tripping up each other, for thrills and kicks.

Clusters of children with idiosyncratic minds

Each their imagination open to unwind.

Free in the playground, playing out their life.

Where is that playground in our latter times.

Hidden, obscured, amidst the growing rules.

Conforming cajoling rules that prepare us well.

For working to pay the mortgage in the houses that we dwell.

Rember the playground where we left our unbound dreams?

The playground full of hope, potential packed in all its seams.

Stop this silly playing and put on this grey suit.

Forget your ambition, your child thoughts mute!

Join the race of rats and scurry well made runs.

Put down your sticks and pick up the real guns.

Dare you dream? With innocence of mind?

Who knows what future we may find?

Jump in pools of puddles and Muddy that grey suit.

The leaf

The leaf falls from the tree,

When the time is right.

This is the story prior

To its fall from living height.

Twas the spring in sunshine welcome

That its birth and life did start

And breath and living

From its chlorophyll heart.

It gave the air we breathe

As spring sprang forth to summer.

Journey to another season

Before its final slumber.

And long, that summer’s happy days

Basked in such golden light

Then summer to autumn

Ready its fall from height.

In the senescence of life

Oh contemplating leaf

Bid farewell.

Leaving autumn grief.

Laid to rest on earthy ground

Autumn turned to winter

As gently snow was found.

Then as the circle was complete

Winter giving birth to spring

Something miraculous

Again a new born thing.

The new leaf born

At that very height

Welcomed by the new spring sun.

Basking in its light.

Dedicated to Nancy. “There is poetry in everything”

Poetry of every day

The error of Wordsworth

I wandered lonely as a cloud

“Oi” said the cloud with abrupt distain

“I don’t wander mate

But do occasionally rain”

The poet taken a back

A talking cloud

Was it in his head?

Or said out loud?

“Oi I spoke to you

Poet chap,

I had to correct your

Erroneous crap”

“we’re shoved around

Like sardines tinned,

Jostled, bunched

By natures wind”

“Pardon” speaketh

The poet perplexed

For that’s how its written

In E Olde texts.

“You heard” said

The not so wondering cloud

“It’s the wind

That determines where we’re found.

Not a choice

that’s mine to make

But predetermined

Where the wind does take!”

“HARDLY A wandering

More a shove

In the atmosphere

Way above.”

“we’re not lonely either!”

The clouds lament

“We’re often together

Where we are sent”

And Wordsworth

Not wanting a cloud to fight

Wrote about daffodils

That came to sight.

For daffodils are less philosophical than clouds.

A much more appreciative crowd.

First Christmas

Clear dark velvet sky

Thousand stars twinkling bright

One shineth intensely brilliant

On that Christmas night.

Shining compass like

To humble lowly place,

To humanity divine,

Upon a new born’s face.

Ox and ass witness bore

The miracle of birth

Hope of hope unveiled

A hope upon the earth.

What shepherds gazed

A story made

Was born

This Christmas night.

Dying isn’t always sad.

The eternal timer finally sounds
The final act of dying.
All alone with self
No tears no crying

It’s not sad to die
When sat upon the chair
Practical dying
The dying of ones hair

Dedicated to Mary

Who was dying alone this evening

The last gun fell silent.

The last gun fell silent,
After 9 million soldiers fell.
The sound of silence
After the rage of hell.
To stand in no man’s land
Your feet in poppy crimson red.
Listen to the silence
Of 9 million Whispering from the dead.
The silent whisper loudly
From graves to be marked in white
With silence we remember
The cost of the great wars fight.
Once each year they speak to us
And quietly silent say..
“Remember this moment”
“11th hour, 11th month 11th day”

Home time

It’s 10 to 4 and almost time to go

10 minutes away from the home time door.

Tick tock tick tock I am counting down.

The Friday feel, to smile from frown.

The clock is passing, what shall I do?

5 minutes more and no more blue.

It’s getting closer and closer still,

3 minutes left and time to kill.

Almost here, with moments to go

1 minute now, before the home time door.

This poem has taken 10 minutes of time.

And I’ve killed and filled by penning rhyme.

Bye bye, now its 4

At the end of this sentence

I’m through the door 🚪

Valley steps

Memories of the old times
Fondness gazing back
Precomplexity moments
Only wisdom did I lack.
Running the valley pathway
Through streets and mountain way.
Chatting on the steps
Until the cease of day.
Random conversations
Accompanied looks of distain
And lacking wisdom
Not thinking with my brain.
Was it distain or teasing
As daylight to dusk did turn.
Not in my youthfulness
Did I ever learn.
But as I grew older,
Along a complex path
I still look back with fondness
At two teens, innocent laugh.
Parallel lives that journey
Connected along the way.
But no longer Precomplexity
As life goes forward
Life’s complications has its way.
Could I change it?
If time travel button press?
If I ask the question?
Would the answer be yes.

Time with a good heart

Gentle wind of change, that whispers like a prayer.

Slowly usher with love filled palm

To a new world, still yet unimagined

Steadily resistant to corrupt ignorant mistakes.

Fortifying the resolve of a good man.

Time tenderly ticks tiredly tenacious.

As the road seems ever long changing quietly without notice..

Standing at the apex of history.

A new imagined place.

Where is the enquiring mind?

Where is the enquiring mind?
Nostalgia baked in the plaice of lies
Packaged served.
Stuck to our eyes.
What do we see?
If we see at all?
Ingested, infested
Make our world small.
Afraid to awake the enquiring mind.
Scared to be open to what we might find.
Unfiltered absorbance of multinarrative.
Unquestioning digestion of 21st manor.
Scofing and gorging
From the media table.
Breathe, step back,
If we are able.
Caught in the tide of information flow.
Tossed along where’er, don’t know.
Throw me the life line of an enquiring mind
Untie the snare that bind,
And let me see the Sun.

Deceptively Spacious

The agent proclaimed when showing buyers around

“it’s deceptively Spacious” for there’s room to be found.

In nocks and in crannies there’s plenty of space

Take a look, take your time, view at your pace!

What is deceptively Spacious? A molecular trick?

To entice the buyer to this house to pick.

Can I squeeze in this cove, a wardrobe so large?

“Of course” says the agent resembling Nigel Farage.

And you buy that small house so deceptively large.

Mansion inside, outside a barge

Full to the rafters piled with your shit

Squashing in furniture to tightly fit.

“Deceptively Spacious” is what the agent said.

The reality “Deceptively Spacious” is the estate agents HEAD!!

Weekend welcome

Friday the gateway to weekend
From Monday foe my Friday friend.
How I longed for your company sweet.
Kick off my shoes, put up my feet.
The comfort of Saturday morn
The lay in bed and yawn.
Sunday the final day of rest
Until Monday and rat race fest