The philosophy of life
Is knowing why
We eat
We poo
We will surely die
Old Chinese proverb
Told by my dad
Man who cooks
Cabbage and peas
In same ***
Must be
Stark raving mad.

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.

Putting my
rhymes in a book
No that’s not for me,
I like writing this ****
And putting it on
Hello Poetry.

It’s free on
Hello Poetry
For you and me
To read.
No books
No publishers
That’s right
Yes indeed.

Loving you is
Such a pleasure
Heart of gold
Such a treasure.
Sweet little
snowflake
On the breeze
Loving you
Makes me
At ease.
You are my sun
My bundle of fun
Loving you a pleasure
I will give you a
Diamond ring
If you become my
Treasure.
Ruby eyes
Sapphire blue
Loving me
Loving you.

got
Writers block
Trying something
Different
will only
Wear one sock.
Do something
Different
Be unkind
Try anything
To unblock
the mind.
Imagination
Let it Run riot
Jolt the memory
Bang a drum
Have an ice cream
Try to fry it.
Wear a shoe
On the foot
with
No sock
Close your eyes
Pretend to be blind
Phone the mother
In-law up
try to be kind
Try to have *** with the
Cat
Second thoughts don’t do that
Trying hard
to
put stylus
to I pad
No more
writings it’s
Making one sad.
Imagination
Still ****** black
Hoping one day I’ll
Be back.
Oh well.

Fallen for the ghost
Of Typhoid Mary
A Lovely cook
Quite contrary
A mobile chef
Carried the disease
Killing her employers
With such pleasing ease.
They never knew
What she could do
Putting typhoid
In their stew
They never taught her
Typhoid was passed
Into food and water
She didn’t not really care
As she will appear next
Week on
Gordon Ramseys
Kitchen nightmares.

Falling into the
The deep dark black,
Anxiety high
No light through
My cracks.
On my own
Feel very alone,
Everything creeks
And ****** groans,
Even the cat is having
A moan.
I Don’t need alcohol
I Don’t need love
Im over the abyss
I need a gentle shove.
Oh well life’s a pain
There’s always sun after
The ******* rain.

Wow it’s shocking
Made me unstable
1000 volts went
Through this cable
My
Electrician
name is
A mickhead
called Doug,
Me I was
Just
a three pin plug.

Italian eyes
French kiss
Do’s loving
Get better
than this.
Long black dress
Champagne
Cocktails
Bubbly fizz
Do’s loving
Get better
Than this
Sweetness
On a vine
Loving you
Is so divine
Im in heaven
Nothing will
be amiss
Loving don’t get
Better than this.

My woman
Put a spell on me
The clutches
Are tight I
Can’t get free.
She has this lure
There is no cure,
Her heart ain’t golden
Nor innocent or pure.
Her heart is a star
She’s a strange brew
She’s very  cryptic
Never blue,
Who am I to
Enjoy this treasure
Full of life and
****** pleasure.

Heart broken
Fiery tears
Drowned my
Sorrows
Twenty beers.
Sitting on my
Toilet seat
Staring blankly
At my feet.
Won’t be moving
Anywhere soon
Life is flat
Like a lead balloon.
Mixed up sick
With a number two
Thats my night out,
Straight down the loo.
We’ve all been there
Without a doubt
Breaking up Thats
What its about.

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.

Any day
When mothers
die
Our worlds
Stop turning
We begin to cry.

Mothers do
not fade
and die
They live
with you
With
love
inside.

Mothers whom
We hold dear
They do live
In every tear.

When we cry
She’s still there
Thoughts
of her
We must share.

My mum still lives
Inside my prose,
She’s in
the wind
When the
cold winds blow,
She can never ever part
Our mothers are,
Our beating hearts

No flags
No uniforms
No boundaries
No war.
This I think
I must construed
can’t fight a
War if your in
the ****.
No flags
No boundaries
It’s just land
My therapist
Said if you
Want to hurt
Just sit on
your hands.
Identity is
Just in
A pile of names
Humans like playing
The hunger games.

Locked inside
Can’t express
Holes to deep
Emotions dry
Not knowing why.
Closed shop
No highs
Continual drop
No hope
No scope
Suicidal thoughts
Neck to rope.
Locked into dark
Always recession
No brightness
Deep in depression.
Ease the pain
release the chain
No charm
Self harm
Dull life
Bloodied knife
Turn left
Turn right
At the end
There’s always light

Mr Dali
A painter of note
Painted
Something
That looked
like a goat.
Talented geezer
Obscure painting
He did
Then he would
Sell them
For a million quid.
I painted something
So Obscure they stuck
Me in a institution
While they found a cure.
The Beatles
wrote about
A dream
of all
the world
Living peacefully
in a yellow
Submarine.
I wrote what I
Thought was a
wonderful song
Meaning of the lyrics
Was taken out
of context
I got it
all Wong.
Tried my best at what I did
Beatles and Dali
Were plainly tip top ish.

Sudoku compiler he to died
Numbers didn’t add up
The numbers  lied.
In every square
Numbers one to nine
They found him
Swinging from
A Washing line.
Suicide it was
Certainly not,
It was
****** in the first
Degree
All the numbers
Were arrested
Accept for number three.
This mathematician
Was truly slain
For compiling
Bad sudoku games.

Joan of arc
Ice lollies
Only for
The rich
Hot,  black
And
Attached to
A stick.

I got my false teeth
From a charity shop
Top and bottom
Did fit the slot.
For three weeks the
Cat chewed me food
Now with teeth
I am in a better mood.
Got me toothbrush
From a charity shop
We’re selling them cheap
Didn’t cost a lot.
Couldn’t find a dentist
On the NHS
So me north and south
Became a bit of a mess.

Brought a used toilet roll
From a charity shop
I got to stop writing this
****.

The sun needs
A holiday
It wants to
Getaway
Needs a
Different
outlook
Somewhere
Nice to play.
A dip in the
Ocean
Smoke a big
Cigar
Cool down
A little
Drive a red
Ferrari car
Hang out
With ladies
Eat olives
From a jar
Drink fancy
Cocktails in
A suave and
swanky bar,
Like to get
Married
Ride a hobby horse
Now that last one
Is stupid of course.

Will you love
Me today
Will you love
Me tomorrow
Will you love
Me In happiness
Will you love
Me in sorrow.
Will you love
Me in morning
Will you love
Me at night
Will you love
Me now
It feels just
Right

Lost and found
circles and squares
Sadness happiness
Bananas and pears.
Gingerbread candy bars
Marmalade or jam
Never make judgements
Even when you can.

Milk and honey
Food for thought
Long and the tall
Of it ,the
Fat and the short.
Frogs and toads
To perfect lovers
Don’t judge a book
By its ****** cover.

Everything is nothing
Badness  is good
Loneliness is loneliness
Just all misunderstood.

Hallelujah brothers
The salivating army
Is coming through.

Empathy and apathy
Of which I
I don’t possess
I could not love you
This I shall
Confess.
I still have a sunshine
Mind
Very thoughtful
Not unkind.

Could you love
A person like me
No apathy
No empathy
I have a smile
I will
Make you laugh
Would you dance?
With this narcissistic
Psychopath .

Uneven pavements
With broken curbs
Moving sluggish
Still undeterred,
Dripping wet
Grimacing with pain
Disturbing thoughts
As I walk through the rain.
Soldiering on
The sun breaks through
Im feeling sick
Since the death of you.
Im walking blindly
Into a wall of sound,
My heartbeat stops
As I hit the ground.

Big C is
Not the fun guy
To be
around
At all
Once he gets hold
Of you
Your gonna make
A call
He took my mate
Jim away
Riddled him with
Pain
Off to the hospice
Never to be seen
Again.
Big C
Not the fun guy
To be
around
Sometimes just a
Whiff of him
will put you
Underground
Big C took my mum away
And millions like her to
Hidden in plain sight
Don’t let big C take you too.

Spring is here
Flowers in bloom
Church bells ring
For the bride and groom.
Butterflies are on
the wing
Listen to the
choir sing,
The congregation
Of to the pub
to
Down some
ales
And
Eat lots
of grub.
Music starts
the band
Plays on
The bride dances
To her favourite song,
While the groom
Is doing something
Terribly wrong.
Use your imagination
It’s a difficult mess
With the bridesmaid
He wasn’t playing chess.
Spring is here
Flowers in bloom
Divorce bells ring
For the bride and groom.

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.

Watching the world
Go by
Watching humans
Laugh and cry
I reside in a wonderful
Park
I go to sleep when
It’s dark
In the morning
The sun comes up
I warming to  blue
Skies
All these lovely
People just
Wandering
Passing by.
In inclement weather
I get truly drenched
Some people warm to me
See Im just an old park
Bench.

Cyanide and happiness
A perfect pair of rogues
Suits are immaculate
With a lovely pair
Of brogues.

Cyanide and happiness
Were the Bonny and Clyde
Of there day,
They robbed the rich
And gave to the poor
It was the game they play.

Cyanide and happiness
We’re not  two clever dudes
After every crime committed
They left too many clues.

Cyanide and happiness
We’re caught and duly tried
The jury found them guilty
On the gallows
they would die..

Cyanide and happiness
Known as the cranky crooks
Read about there exploits
In a my first edition books.

When i look at you
The sun is always shining
The butterflies hit
The clocks are chiming
I can't wait to make
Love to you
So be tender
Understand my mind
Then I can create a future
Which I can be kind.

I am what I am
You is what you is
Sometimes we score
Some times we miss.
Im not you
Your not me
There is no
Freedom
In democracy.
You are you
I am me
There’s no deep
Pockets in
The cemetery .
Life’s not fair
We breathe
The same air.
The world is ours
To Peacefully share.
Sometimes we score
Sometimes we miss
Society’s hierarchy
Has to stop taking
The ****.

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.

Got a new cat
Mollie died
Tears that night
I did cry
This new cat
I do confess
On the carpet
Milly left a mess..
Big pile of ****
You gone
And guessed it
I got up
And stood in it.
Owl and the
***** cat in
A boat
If she don’t
Use her litter tray
I will pack her bags
And her hat and coat.

Got a cat
That thinks
It’s a dog
Got a dog
That thinks
It’s a cat
Lovely
Pets
Salt of
The earth I
Think there
Was a mix up
At there
Birth.
The dog meowed
The cat did bark they
Followed each other
Never far apart,
Then one day
Dog had died
The hearse
turned up the
Cat she cried
Cat felt lonely
They were
never apart
Poor old cat
Had
Developed
A broken
Heart.

Tourette’s
Sporting day
All events
Slowly underway
Stadium full
Big All seater
First event
100 metres
Starter raises
His gun aloft
On your marks
Get set
Now *******.

You’ve cast your line
Put up your sails
The sorceress of doom
With six inch nails.
Will I ever be free
From your flesh eating chains
Trapped in Your
idealism
Thats
Transfixed
my brain.
The only way out
Is sending you back to hell,
Alas I’ll be coming
with you
oh clucking well.

I was Albert Pierrepoint
Apprentice so called
hangman’s mate.
We hanged them
in Pentonville
And buried them
In high gate.
A sad job
we had to do
Was hang a lovely
Lass called Ruth Ellis
Just before the hanging
She asked us if she
Could be hanged
in the ****
So I said yes.
Seems not right
To be so ****** rude.
She had her last meal
Chicken soup
Then she walked out
To face the noose.
She dropped
Her gown
Albert was all at sea,
Ruth said why are
You staring at me.
I’d like to say missus
Ellis you have
an attractive cut
She replied Im all
Yours if you keep
Your trap shut.

I can do magic
Disappear this
Disappear That
Can’t do pulling
The rabbit out
The hat.
I’ll tell you what’s
Magic lots of fun
When me pants
Come down
And pull a hair
Out me ***

Never caring
When the
Cold wind blows
Always stalwart
Forever bad
Your my witch
My
Stalingrad.
Your my backbone
Never to be shot
Your my witch
From Salem lot.
Mind so sharp
You have no heart
A hoard of
Werewolves
Couldn’t tear
Us apart
The problem was
We did not forsake
So they  made a fire
And Burnt us
on a wooden stake

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

Trying to be
A silk purse
In a blood
stained dress
Nasty person
Your life’s
A mess.
I need you
We must asunder
You are my lightening
Im not your thunder.
I need you
I won’t deceive
Cant live a life
Of make believe.
Silk purse thing won’t
Wash with me.
So I must  
go home
alive and
Unhappy.

Am I
Sweet
That I is.
Am I who
I am I is.
Is I am
Who I am
May be not.
Do you do
What it is
Dos it do
What it dos.
No.

I’m a little pawn
On a chess board
Wanting to be
king for the day.
Moving left
Moving right
Always getting
Killed
By that
Nasty knight.
When I awake
Inside another game
Every time
I get ****** slain.
I think the queen
She’s on the take
I do hope I
Don’t make
The same mistake.
I am a little pawn
In a little square
Moving black
Moving white
Made the same mistake
Oh ****** *****.

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.

Met a Lovely
Woman
She became
A good chum
Every time
I took her
Home
She wanted
To -uck
My mum.

Found out
There’s
Nothing
so
Queer
as folk,
Mum was a
Scissor sister
Liked women
Dressed as
Blokes.

Climbed the tallest mountain
Swam the coldest seas
Crawled through the desert
On my hands and knees.

You know I love you

Endured an episodes of love island
Shopping trips were hell
Heard all of your stories
You told them so well.

You know I love you

I’ve walked on broken glass
Walked on coals of fire
Pleased you all night long
Coveted your desires.

You know I love you

I’ve taken away your darkness
Soaked up all of your pain
Sorry I can’t come over tonight
Haven’t got an umbrella for the rain.

I went
From the
Nadir to the
Zenith my dear
I walked and walked
I didn’t stop then all of a
Sudden I had reached the top
My reward was this fantastic view
Top of my empire where the sky is blue
When looking out smiling without a care a
Thought ran through my head what is life with a stair.

What will
This year
Bring 2025
Will it be
A good year
For Our species
To survive.
This animal
Called human
Needs conflict
And love,
Stars are crying
For humanity
In that space above.
Misery and happiness
Apart they shall be torn
In this year 2025
A new year is born.

Elvis Presley
Janis Joplin
Buddy holly
All dead
Now residing
In my shed

Glen Campbell
Johnny cash
Kenny Roger’s
All dead
Now residing
In my shed

Tina turner
Malcolm young
Ginger baker
All dead
Now residing
In my shed

Not a quiet moment
To be had
With all these people
Never sad
I forgot to tell
I to is dead
That is why
I reside
inside
my shed.

Alice cooper
Neil diamond
Eric Clapton
Not quite dead
That’s why there
Not residing
In my shed.

Im burnt out
Love is cruel
Our arguments
Have become
A titanic duel.
It shouldn’t
Be this way
It’s like a butler
Thats lost his tray,
Come on my lover
Let’s get through
This day.
Me and you
Can work this out
Let’s ease up
It’s a good shout.
At the end of another day
There we shall sleep and
There we shall lay.