Ride a white swan
Life’s lost its charm
Take some ******
Then self harm
Please don’t judge
Me with scorn
Never really given a ****
Since the day
I was born.

Isolation
*******
Fill the screen
With ****
Never really given a ****
Since the day
I was born

Then one day
I had a bit of luck
Turning of the tide
Then the world engulfed
Me yes
I died.
Was I an
Angel with a ***** face
Or was I just
Misplaced .

Poet surfer
After reviews
Thousands
A day
That will do.
Problem is
Do you
Have to be
Good
Most poetry
Is there
And
misunderstood.

Cornfields
Of gold
Enigma
Of stone
Bees on
The wing
Hear the
Drone.
Meadows
green
Birds
Do sing
Is this
What nature
Brings.
River banks
Full of life
Down country
Path
walks
Husband and wife.
Combine harvester
Doing its thing
On cornfields
Made of gold
Everything dies
In nature
It’s a part of
Getting old

Military madness
Rearing it’s ugly
Head
Russia Ukraine
Still Counting
There dead.

Ukrainians
Russians
Must accept
Defeat
There are no
Winners in
War
Just dead
Meat.

Military madness
Comes at a cost
In human live
Which are lost

America and the west
Causing unrest
Fuelling the fire
Doing there best.
Military madness
Wise to invest.

You are the
Sunshine
In the pouring
Rain.
Coming home
is overdue
Please come back
We all love you.

Tears have
Been cried
Since you’ve
Been away
The children
Miss you
Everyday.


A candle lit
A light stays on
There’s warmth
In there hearts
Do come home
Where you belong.

Coming home is
Well over due
Somehow get
Home
We all love you.

Thatcher  Nixon
Came round for tea
With Ghengis khan
That made three.
Stalin gatecrashed
Now we were four
Who was next to visit
My door.
****** and Gobbels
They came round
Just to see me
To say hello
And drink coffee.
Alexander the great
Who is my best mate
Now that made the
Party up to eight.
Churchill napoleon
Came and rang my bell
Let’s get this party
Started now we were
Ten.
Tea party of all tea parties
I had a story to tell
I blew up my house and
Sent these warmongers
Straight to hell.

Icicles forming
Inside my fire
I have a broken
Mind.

I live with
A cat it has
Hat
She is very
Kind.

My meals
Are small
Have no
TV
I don’t look
For sympathy.

Radio for sound
I pad to write
I am not poor
This feels so right.

I have no one
To whom I
Can chat
Just my friend
My sweet cat.

Icicles forming
Inside my tears
mind will need
A bottle of scotch
Just to drown
away my fears.

I wish I had
A talented quill
To bring words
To being.
I wish I had
A talented brush
To paint what I
Was seeing.
I wish I had
A creative mind
So you can see
My dreams
I just need someone
To believe in me.

Thank you Adrianna
For all of your sweet
Reviews
I like writing all this
Doggerel  
It’s just what I do.

There was a story
If it was told
If you read it
You wouldn’t
Get old.

The words were
Horrendous  so
****** sad
If you read them
They would send
You mad.

I read this book
And it was the goat
I took a knife
And cut my throat.

There was a story
If it was told
If you read it
You wouldn’t
Get old.

Years a go i wrote
A poem for binary
Lovers
So here i go
I’m doing a cover.

01010111
This how the
Verse begun

11010010
10011010
10010102

Old mother
Hubbard
Lived in a
Shoe.

For all the die hard
Poetry lovers
Bit of fun and
Lots to
Discover.

If you like this
Poem and wish
To review
Please do it
In a e mail
01100122.

Sweet Lilly
Mother a crow
Stifled her daughter
Would not
Let her grow.

Lilly wanted
To blossom
And become
A star
She killed
The crow
Now can’t
Go far.

In her cell
They gave her
A quill
She’s doing
Life in Pentonville.

She became
A writer of
Many a yarn
She wrote the
Story of the
Old empty barn.

There was nothing
In it.

BBC and the sycophants
Brown tongued individuals
In silky underpants.
Jimmy the leader
Left with a ***** stain
Ooh do you feel the pain.
Platform for propaganda
Just like sky,
they
Like there slander.
This new image that
They try to portray
Is still full of sycophants
In a Shakespeare play.
Brown tongued individuals
Playing  the game
Deep inside it still
Won’t accept the blame.

Deaf
Dumb
And
Blind
All I
Have is
Touch
Please please
Cuddle me
I don’t need
Much.
I have
A heart
It lies
Within
So please
Caress
My tender
Skin.
I have
A nose
And I can
Smell so
You can kiss
My lips
As well .
I cannot see
The stars above
Given time
We shall
Make love.

Crow and the snake
Made a great mistake
Having a child called me.

They broke my heart
But not my soul
Crow and the snake
So brutally cold.

I think they wanted
A little boy
Me to them I was
A throw away toy.

Crow and the snake
Gave me no name
I was a pawn
In an awkward game.

Abuse can come in
Many a disguise
All wrapped up
In manipulative lies.

I wish the snake
And the rotten crow
Would fade away
As the fresh wind blow.

Haunted house
Apple hill
Evil lurked
Time stood still.

Spirits play
Spectres ****
In that house
On apple hill.

Foolish or brave
I had to go
So I visited
This horror show.

Pressed the doorbell
Of this haunted house
Screamed like a lion
Roared like a mouse.

Door hinges creaked
Opened wide
Deep breath
I went inside.

Apparitions flew
Inside the room
Showed no fear
Appending doom.

Noise deafening
Screams they thrill
Inside this house
On apple hill

Sitting in dusty chair
Near fire of bones
I did not care.
Demon appeared
Sat down beside
He was the spirit
Of Jekyll and Hyde
Please I said you
Don’t frighten me
Be good fellow
Make us some tea.

Demon roared laughter
Howled as if in pain
Then asked me if I
Was completely insane.

I now reside in this house
On apple hill
Where spirits would play
And time stood still.

Come and visit me
In this lovely place
I’ll try not to scare
And eat your face.

Post code PO3666
Apple hill
Come and get your
Daily thrill.

I am what I am
Gender *****
Who am I
Don’t give a -uck
Gender is like
Flying a flag
Causes problems
Put it in a body bag.
You are what you are
It Is what it is
Gender wokes
Still *******.
You are what you are
Gender *****.
Who are you,
Never understood
Why you give a -uck.
LGB  QPR
Please don’t give a ****
What gender you are.

Doggerel is the way to go
Going to master the art
In the bad poetry show
Useless lyrics
Worthless rhyme
I’m getting better
Just give me time
Ditties are crazy
Limericks funny
Writing doggerel
I’m on the money.
Hey ****** ******
The cat had a piddle
All over the kitchen floor
The little dog laughed
To see such fun so
The cat did a little bit more.
Are these the words of a
Doggerel poet
I’m  not very good and
I think I know it.

I read some poetry
I don’t understand
Haven’t got a clue
So do forgive me if
I do not review.
I would not no if
Poetry is good or bad
No empathy no apathy
I think I’m always sad
I wish to think I must
Not upset
About others poetry
I just don’t get.

All wrapped up
Inside a song
The power of
Love never wrong.

After the loving
Two become one
Loving you is
Wholesome fun.

Come up and see me
And cry me a river
I Keep on loving you
I’m all a dither

In my love shack
We lust for life
Oh pretty woman
Became my wife.

Had a life of Riley
With my wild one
My Sharona
My wholesome one

Waking up were we belong
My life wrapped up in a song.
At the end of a beautiful day
Me and sharona will fade away.

Sweet child of mine
Heartless of note
I took a knife
And slit his throat.

Sweet child of mine
Not much fun
Blew her brains out
With my gun.

Psychosis got the
Best of me
Horrible horror
Will not let
Me free.

I really did not
Commit this crime
I do believe it time
To time.

My son and daughter
Are alive today
I wish this psychosis
Would fade away.

I’m writing this from
My white washed cell
Please forgive me as
I’m not well.

Well my hands are currently
free  and writing rhymes
Thoughts are playing
Out my next crime.

Vampires and ghouls
They seemed so cool
They took me for a
Simple fool,
They made a mistake
To let me in
This is where the
Story begins,
See I was evil my
Blood was not red
I needed to feed
From the walking dead.
Vampires and ghouls
They are lovely prey
They let me in now
Can’t get away
For a simple fool
The dead do now
Cower to me
All this evil makes me
Free

Broken bluebells
Enemy lines
Poppy pastures
Nature cries
Foxes and crows
**** to survive
If this don’t happen
There young will die.
Bird of prey
Eyes something to eat
Natures menu
Death it will meet.
Animals  and poppies
Make deadly mistakes
Can warring factions
Possibly live around
The lake.
Bluebells grow
And wither away
Fox and the crow
To live another day
Bird of prey
Will wing the sun
It’s all been around
Since time begun.

I have a flaw
Loving I’m not
Born twisted
A bad shot.

A closed door
Un sung song
Born twisted
Oh so wrong.

Mother crow
Father a ****
Liability me
Fancy that.

Never to be old
So ****** cold
Sickly of heart
Blackened lung
I was destined
To die so young

I did die
No tears were shed
So all my flaws
We’re put to bed.

Into the grave
I was put
I was unhinged door
Finally shut.

Sweet Caroline
Amazing grace
Brooklyn roads
Lead to a
Beautiful place.

Kentucky woman
My crackling rose
Red red wine
Had tasteful prose

Cherry cherry
My porcupine pie
Stones would play,
I was done to soon
Song sung blue
Under a purple moon

Solitary man
Forever in blue jeans
Had fantastic poise,
Every September morn
Made a beautiful noise

Desiree made me
A loving believer
Made love on
The rocks
I just couldn’t
Leave her.

Kingfisher colour blue
Beautiful countryside
Consuming its views.
Fish flowing rivers
Shimmering in light
Beautiful in daylight
So serene, in the night.

Breaking in the light
Dews of the morn
Natures swimming
New life is born.
Foxes chasing the
Prancing the hare
Kingfisher blue
She will not care.

Kingfisher on branch
Sitting rigid so still
Waiting to dive the river
To consume its next meal.
Deers on hoof fleet of foot
On the river swims bandicoot,
Meadows , shimmering grass
The Farmer versus the cowpat
He slipped up on ****.
Kingfisher blue ,upon the wing
Listen to Mother Nature sing.

The stars shone bright
This was to be the night
Trees we’re whistling
It Seemed so right
Making love I got
All in a dither
She gave a cough
And her leg dropped of
And floated down the river
Didn’t  know wether to
Carry on or stop
So I took her home
Hopperty hop.

A nuclear clown
Is coming to town
To blow you all away
Big red nose
Painted face
Making a dent in
The human race

A nuclear clown
Is coming to town
To blow you all away
Baggy trousers
Big red shoes
The human race
Now has the blues

When children pass
There shadows
Have fun
In
The playground
Under the sun

Santa the thief
Nice red suit
Robbed a bank
Nicked the loot

Santa the thief
Whitish beard
On the 25th
Banks did fear

Santa the thief
Bells and sleigh
Took the money
Christmas Day

Santa the thief
Spending spree
No presents
For you and me

Santa got caught
Put in chains
Nobody found
His ill gotten
Gains

The Reindeers who
We’re his getaway
Robbed him blind
And played away

Santa says
He will repent
But most of the
Money the
Reindeers spent

Santa the thief
25 years to boot
Never did get out
Of that big red suit.

Old mother Hubbard
Was high on crack
She earns her money
Lying on her back.

Little bo peep
A shepherd of note
Liked to make
Love with her goat.

Humpty Dumpty
Was an evil dude
Jack and Jill
We’re just to crude.

Bill and Ben
Liked to smoke ****
Three little piggies
It was all about greed

Three blind mice
Liked smoking dope
High on the happy side
Given up hope

Go on all night
Writing this crap
I’m a bit drunk
A cheerful chap

Got a cat
That wears
A hat
Got a spider
Who sat
Down beside her
Got a horse
That went of course
Got a pet tuna
Who lived
In a can
Had a budgie
Who flew into
A fan
I’ve got a zoo
Don’t no what to do
Help me out with
This stupid rhyme
All the giraffes
Are stuck in time.

Attractive and evil
My black witch
Beautiful and ugly
A heartless *****
A minefield
Held together
In tattooed skin
Sweet and toxic
Resides within

Slowly I walk
Heavy of foot
Mind befuddled
Black as soot.
Thoughts so dark
Nodding the head
So so tired
I need my bed.
Mile upon mile
On cobbled stone
Cold and wet
All alone.
In bed sit land
No welcome mat
I go to sleep
And that’s just that.
I pray not to see
Another day
Stuck inside a
Stephen king play.
Is anyone out there
Got a nice place
To stay
these boots
Won’t last me
another day.

Ridden a cycle in
Continuum of space
Walked the line
A boot ,one lace.

Swam five oceans
Sailed the seas
Still Nobody believed
In me.

Played golf
Upon the purple moon
Made love
To Madonna was
Around about noon
Tore more self
Inside out I
Had to set myself
Free
just to get
The judge to
Believe in me

Played football
Under the sea
Had Stalin and ******
Around for tea
It’s getting harder
To believe in me

Surfed on the planets
Through the astral plain
Danced naked with
Marilyn munro
In a shower of
Pink rain.

Never never going
To be free
The mirror in my
cell still
Believes in me.

One flew over
The cuckoos nest
Making this crap up
I’m doing my best
I really do not know
Who is who please
Can you leave
A sweet little review.

Marcel deauchamp
Of poetry
Fine writing is
Not my way
Wordsworth was talented
Shakespeare had his play.

Allen Poe
thee main man
Byron wrote some
Shanties
When people read my
Poetry they put
poo poo
In there *******.

Marcel deauchamp
Of poetry
I did the best I can
People read my poetry
And flushed it
Down the pan.

Marcel was an artist
With his own style
If you see his artwork
This will make you smile

I begged
You to stay
Even though
You played away
The love
I kept
The rug on
Which  we slept
Will always
Be there
Please comeback
And let us share.
Who am I
To ask this of you
These cold nights
I feel so blue
If you will not
Come back to I
I have no more
Tears to cry
I’m by my self
I shall rest
Sleep and wish
You all the best.

Elvis the rat
Was caught
In a trap
It passed away
Funny that.

Lennon the dog
Died yesterday
Sgt pepper cried
That was okay.

Sinatra the fish
Slipped quitely away
He had the look
Got caught on a hook
He should have done it
my way.

Bowie the budgie
Died on the wing
Jean jeannies
Voice fell silent
No more to sing

Prince the dove
Died today
His red corvette
Hit purple rain
Music now in the
stars above.

Holly the spider
Died without fuss
All his fans wished
He had caught
The bus
That was the day
The music died

Sweet sweet rose
Harsh hard thorns
She was like this
Day she was born
Petals Consuming
So vividly red
Me and mum
We lived in dread
Scented so bitter
Blossoming not
Sweet sweet rose
Deserved what she got.

Sweet sweet rose
Soft silky thorns
He was like this
The day he was born
Petals all giving
So vividly bright
Me and mum
It was just right
Scented so innocence
Blossoming hot
Sweet sweet rose
Deserved what he got.

Mona Lisa
Eyeball pleaser
Painted by some
Artist geezer
Van Gogh sunflowers
Loads of money
If Vince was alive
He would find it funny
Constable a painter of note
Was a White van man
In an overcoat,
Ed the munch
Painted his scream
Monet and the Lillie’s
Looked so serene
All these artists
Are all now dead
There creative ghosts
Reside inside my shed

Touch of velvet
Orchid blue
Heart so scented
Innocence is true

Holiday to the sun
On a paper rocket
It’s going to be fun
I’m thinking a trip
To the earths moon
Away in the stars
We will do it soon
A little trip to Venus
In a yellow transit
Shaped like a *****
Years from now a
Trip down to hell
If I get out of this asylum
You can come as well
Men in white coats
With keys on a chain
Won’t let me go
They think I’m insane
I’ve hatched a plan
It’s not going well
We will have to cancel
This trip to hell
Sell the transit and buy a bus
Go to Bognor  
And kick up a fuss
Please don’t  hold out
any hope  for me
I think they threw
Away the key
Tip top smile

Tsunami wave
Harmonic emotion
Volcanic eruption
Melodic devotion
Hurricane wind
Symphonic heart
Northern lights
We will not part.

School school
Gene pool of fools
Sinking in the
Education boat
Knowledge was
Not keeping me afloat
Had a good memory
All seemed a sham
It was all about
Exam exam
I had all the tools
So I joined the fools
School was a circus
I was a clown
I fell out of the
Education boat
And I nearly drowned
All the fools I had to fob
Changed tactics
And got a teachers job.

Profile me
I’m on a app
I’m a ******
Imagine that
Tracking me
Waste of time
In the end
Is there a crime
E mail me up
Send me a text
Tracking me seems
So complex
Better to just
knock My door
I’m just me.

I came from a village
Very small
24 houses I do recall
Man and wife
Lived in every house
With every child
There lived a mouse
Every father had a hat
Every family had a cat
We all lived side by side
Like arsenic and cyanide
At the time of writing it
Seemed so apt
It popped into my head
To shoot the cat
I don’t wear a stupid hat
Nor do's molly my lovely cat

I’ve walked
Many a mile
Looked at faces
Not a smile
Is life really
Such a grind
People are lost
Nothing to find
All looking inside
A mobile phone
You Say hello
You might get a groan
All seem to be in a
World of there own
Thousands of likes
But there all alone
They will not know
The colour of skies
Awareness is dead
As Mother Nature
Cries

Ten years
Dogs in tow
England was
My picture show
Highest peaks
Fantastic views
Tired legs
Worn out shoes
Three of us
Washed in lakes
Broke the law
Made mistakes
Fallen asleep
Peculiar places
Spoken to people
With friendly faces
Towns and cities
Passed us by
Freezing nights
Have made us cry
Through the darkness
The day gives us light
Through all the wrongs
We’re still going all right.

Seeking lyrics
To make a song
Looking for a stave
Where I belong
Looking for notes
For lonely hands
Looking for a friend
To join a band
Seeking someone
Seeking sound
Seeking mornings
Seeking nights
Making music
Seems so right.

Popped out to buy a paper
Returned five days later
Met a woman in the street
Very elegant very sweet
Woman with a lovely smile
In her company stayed awhile
We talked about our lives
How in life we did survive
We drank a lot and got
To no each other it was
Very pleasant now hard
To recover.
The twist is the best bit
I had met my mother