Down and out
Walking about
Idly road into road
Taking in the views
I don’t need an abode.

Sitting in font of a
Shop window is
Not for me,
My view
is what I do.

Sights and sounds
The enigma of stone
I walk these islands
Never alone.

The roads
And the hills
Are my family
The more I wander
The more I see.

Into the cities
Into the towns
Lovely people
With rutted frowns,
Hustling cars
Not going far,
Noisy sounds
Coming from bars,
All this **** will
Leave me
****** scarred.

Aliens residing
In my head
Love it.

Have lots of
Of space
Between
My ears
Great.

I’ve kept
Their rocket
In my pocket
Heavy

They want
To go home
I don’t want
To be alone
Sad.

Told them
It’s all rent
Free
If they stay
With me
Tip top.

Some of
Them stayed
Rest went
Home
Sweet
now never
To be alone.
Love it.

I got a pet hippo
It’s all the rage
I keep in the bath
In a vey small cage.

I got a ten foot ant
It’s six foot wide
I take to the park
It likes the slide

I got a pet giraffe
It has no neck
It goes on cruises
Likes the **** deck

I got a pet hyena
Loves to play guitar
Loves women’s clothing
High heels and a bra.

I got a pet crocodile
It’s never ever happy
Always grumpy
Forever ****** snappy.

Twenty dogs two hundred cats
I don’t know how they
Live in my one bedroom flat.
Lucky lucky I can’t smell
And I don’t really care
I try my best
But there’s **** everywhere.

Teddy bear
Sitting there
Teddy bear
Unaware.
Looks at me
Never smiles
Been sitting
There for a while.
Daughter won it
At a fair
This wonderful
Never smiling
Teddy bear
.Her colour of rust
Is Collecting dust
One day
I will move
her
Give her
a cuddle
And a ******
good hoover,
My never smiling
teddy bear.
She has a T shirt
That says number one
Dad
Pity teddies can’t talk
I find that rather sad.

I still live in a room
In psychoville
Three square meals
Now 3 red pills.

Still have a room
In madnessville
Where we repeat
Repeat and time
Stands still.

Still have a room
In suicideville
Getting better
Don’t want to ****.

Visiting times in
Loonyviille
Still half past chicory
Till quarter to dill

I’ve got better
I don’t need a chair
Madness still lies
Between an apple
And a pear.

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

Thank you for
Being so kind
Opening
Me up
From being
Blind.
Narrow mindedness
My Achilles heel
Blindness has left
Me this is how
I feel.
Thank you for
Your effort and time
Imagination
Wonderful
Now I'm not blind
Walking with purpose
A beat in my stride
I’ve opened up
I feel weirdly alive.

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.

Forever in brown jeans
I know it looks
rather queer
Apparently it’s
hereditary
This substance
called Diarrhoea
Do You
know when you
have  been
Because the local
doctor said
It runs in
your genes.

People see us
Everywhere
They think
We really care
But I know it’s
All just a lie
I wish you
Would  go
And *******
Die
Look my dear
I can’t deceive
Your not worthy
To be make
Believe.
So when you
Die
I shall not tear
You rotten hag
You ***** smear.
She says the feelings
Are Mutual
what shall we do
Cause I love me
And you love you.

My sweet lady
Pretty in pink a
Heartless
Monster
What do you
Think.
My sweet lady
Pretty in red a
Heartless
Monster
Who should
Be dead.
My sweet lady
Pretty in yellow
A transvestite
A queerish fellow.
My sweet lady
Pretty in blue
Never lost
Now that’s not true.
Heartless monster
Oh to shallow
There I stand upon
The gallows
Oops

Mary and William
Husband and wife
William cometh
Mary accepts
Is making love
Just poetry ***.
***** and ****
Loved poetry ***
**** would give
***** would accept
Funny thing the
Mating game
Some would say
It’s just all
in the name.

My mate bill
Invented the wheel
Had an idea from my
Mate Mike
Add another wheel
Then we’ve got a bike
On this bike we will not
Get far
Two more wheels
Will
Have a car.
My mate harry
They said was a liar
Not known to them
He was a superb flier
They  labeled him
*****  
cruelly
insane
This man  my
Friends made the aeroplane.
My friend sue was at loose end
She didn’t know what to do.
People assumed what a loon
From one socket
She made a rocket
And flew it to the moon.
My mate Mandy
she came in handy
We needed lots of parts
Getting all those ideas
In your head
Then one can make a start.

I love you
You love me
Let’s go on
A killing spree
Rob some banks
Nick there money
Shoot up the feds
When the days
Are sunny.
Life upon the
Open road
Committing
Outrageous crimes
Getting lots of write ups
Inside the New York Times.
We robbed a bank in Tulsa
Killed a judge in upper state
People adored us
They thought we were great.
Feds they chased us
Back and forward
Over county lines
We were still making
Headlines in the New York Times.
Banks were robbed people killed
Then one day our fate was sealed
In a massive shoot out with the feds
Me and Bonnie ended up quite dead.

There was a man
From Bosham
Who took of
His ***** to
Wash them
His wife said
Jack if you don’t
Put them back
I’ll stand on the
******* and
Squash them

I wandered lonely
As a perfect loon
With my bake bean tin
And my silvery spoon
Kings and queens
Would bow to me
I’m the happy enemy
Singing all dancing
Such a happy chap
I’m a nuclear bomb
In a bowler hat
This ****** loon
Once kissed the sun
Jumped over the moon
Just having some fun
My bake bean tin
And my silvery spoon
in tow
Explosion of laughter
In the horror show
I’m just the jester
A perfect disguise
When the bake bean tin
Explodes
The laughter dies

Homeless homeless
Nails in my feet
Don’t have any goals
Which I have to meet
Razor blades razor blades
Etching sadness in my mind
Looking for someone
Who has not turned blind.
Kindness kindness
Go’s a country mile
Im so happy just
To get a smile.
My roads are empty
Don’t need a shell
It’s only the cold weather
That makes life hell.

To all the poets
That read my
Rhymes
Im in a cell
For committing
A crime
I cannot respond
To your lovely
Replies
Cause everything
I write
Is just ******* lie.
I was set up
By my evil quill
Writing slander
Was top of the bill,
I have to write
Lies from my
prison cell
Twenty years
Or life oh *******.

Musical notes
With out
A stave,
Walking dead
Who have
No grave.
Chains lacking
Lock and key
Lost in time
That’s only me.
Cuckoo clock
Who’s lost its
Chime
A criminal
Who can’t
Find a Crime
All of these
things
Lost in time.
Old sea dog
Lost at sea
Serial killers
Never to be free.
Ladders without
A single rung
A song
with no
Lyrics
can’t be
Sung.
Loneliness
lost in time,
The cuckoo clock
Who’s lost all time.

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

Just picked up
A pigeon
It didn’t have
A head
A car had hit
It now it’s
Awfully dead.
People looked
At it
Saying Im not
Touching that
I’ll eat it said the
Magpie and
The hungry cat.
Just spotted a car
It had no speedy wheels
Someone had nicked them
Now he knows how
The pigeon feels
People looked at the car
The car it’s not fit
For scrap
Fred and Jim
Down the cafe  said
We!ll have some of  that.

You knock my door
I greet with smile
I get butterflies
Will you stay awhile

Our lips touch
We kiss and cuddle
My mind elated
Im all befuddled.

Would you like
A glass of wine
Please my dear
That will be fine.

Would you like
some nibbles
Something to
Eat
Listen to some music
Watch a film
Something
That’s not to deep

In each others arms
Embracing seems
So right
Softly rolling over
One turns out
the glowing light.

Twelve o’clock
It’s no lie
Im going
to commit
Suicide
Shall I jump
From a ridge
Or
Jump in front
Of a train
From a
Very high
bridge.
Shall I take
sleeping pills
Swallow a bottle of
Of bleach
Or hang myself
From the ceiling
Where my feet
Cannot reach.
Can’t make my mind up
I truly haven’t lied
So I’ve left
It to the
Readers
It’s up
To  you
To decide.

Scream.                              
Scream
Don’t go
Down
Them
Stairs
Do horror
Movies
Make you
Scared.
Scream
Scream
Please
Don’t look
It will
Consume
You
That
Horror
Book.
Dracula
Hannibal.
Frankenstein
All coming
To dinner,
Bring a bottle
Of chianti
Bring a
****** Mary
Don’t worry
About frank
He’s to - - - king
Contrary
Pop round
Meet and greet
Come to the table
Pull up a seat.
Lots of meat
Not much veg
By the end of
The evening
You might
Be dead.

Social media a platform
For good and bad
If you are a snowflake
It’s going to make you sad,
Catholic Protestant Muslim Jew
The problem is not the platform
The problem is you.
Are you a deceiver
Are you a believer,
Good and bad
Exist only in the receiver.
You do not need to cower
To social media power
Be strong don’t open the gate
Don’t be inane and take the bait.
Good and bad lives in us all
If you climb higher and higher
The harder you will fall.

Monday was lovely
Tuesday was fine
Wednesday was beautiful
Thursday so kind
Friday is such a nymph
Saturday was blessed
Sunday came round
I needed a rest.

Living in a shed
With Robin Hood
Cinderella
and
father ted.
Dracula
Frankenstein
Thatcher
Lenin
All are dead
There’s ghostly
Going on’s
In my shed.
Jack the Ripper
The local stripper
We’re
Not easily led
But somehow now
Residing in my shed.
Dennis the menace
Joan of arc
Got up to mischief
When it got dark,
All these people residing
In my shed
Im evicting myself
And taking the bed.

All the years
I kicked a ball
All the years
I won **** all.
Always a loser
Every week
We got
Thrashed
we
Got well
beat.
The crowd would
Shout  chants
From their seats
With disapproval
Stamp their feet.
We didn’t
want fortune
Notoriety or fame
We just liked to play
The beautiful game.
We weren’t losers
Not with our crowd
Maybe if we had
A good striker
We could have
Made
Them proud.

Forever together
We will love
Through life
Together forever
We will be
Husband and wife.
We shall make love
Make young together
Forge a wonderful
Family bond forever.
Ups and downs
Have bumps and scrapes
Watch our offspring
Taking shape
Forever together
Our family as one
Making memories
Under golden sun
All of this is just a lie
As I blew my brains out
Sweet I die.

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.

Another lonely night
Without a partner
I cry
Im troubled with love
Not understanding
Why.
Another lonely night
Without warmth
I shall lie
Im troubled with love
That’s why
I still cry.
Lonely so lonely
Every night and
Everyday
Im still crying
it seems
To be the way.

Bonsai Japanese
Tiny small wood shrubbery
Seventeen potted.

Happy mountain high
Thermals eagles flying sky
Glistening blue tarn.

Meadow pipet wing
Rhythm bluebells joyous sing
Deers aloof feasting.

A wishing well
In village square
Throw a coin
My wife she dared
Be careful what
You wish for
Wishes come true
My imagination
Ran wild what
Was I to do.
Next morning
I woke
With my wife
Beside
That smart old
Wishing well
Knew I had lied.

Molly the sleeping cat
Eighteen hours
Laying out flat
Feeding time she asks
For haaaaaaam
Hold on a minute
Going fast as I can.
Molly Molly seventeen
Always grooming
Keeping clean
She dos not wander
Very far
She parks her backside
Under  the wheel arch
Of my neighbours car.
Molly Molly
A big ball of fur
Lots of sleeping
Do you concur

My doggerel
I will
Still write
Hey
Some are good
Some are *****.
BPD tares me apart
Never happy
Always  sad
Sometimes angry
Never glad.
Always inept
I don’t concept
You can depend
I will offend,
Hey hey
It’s still me
Writing a form
Of **** poetry.
My mental health,
getting
Better
bit by bit
Even John Lennon
Couldn’t write
This ****

Innocent people
Why must they die
Establishment must
win
that’s
The reason
why.
Lions will **** the week
Claws  they will surely
Bare
Innocent people will die
Starving Every ****** where.
When the wells run totally dry
We will have no more tears to cry
Establishment will
Turn there backs
And blatantly openly
Lie.
I will try not to believe
Our corrupt government
Who will deceive
When the well is full
And plenty
Our governors
Will be sure to empty.

Oh dear what can
The matter be,
Im
Standing on suicide
Chair
Mental health
Has got the
Better of me
I think I’m beyond
Repair.
Shall I take what I can get
From this dire rhyme
Im quite sure
it’s Nearly time,
Is suicide still a
Ugly crime.
Hold on a minute
Who is this
Self righteous
Clown
Trying to converse
talk me down.
He wants me to return
To my mental hell
Dos he know that
Im not ****** well.
Nobody sheds a tear
For the mentally insane
Suicide is a get out clause
Is life just a painful game.

My mind is a wash
With many a thought
Bad and good
But can’t be caught
Thoughts sometimes
Like a runaway train
Chemicals bouncing
Around in my brain.
Everything inert
Everything inane
Im trying to play
A thoughtful game
But when your on
That runaway train
Play the game
Or go frigging
Insane.
Catch a falling thought
And put in your pocket
Never let it fade away
Stick ******* in a
Electric socket
And you will pass away.
Just a thought.

Touch of velvet
Orchid blue
Heart so scented
Innocence is true

The essence
Of life
Is being there
In tune with
Your surroundings
Being aware
If you can receive
But do not give
then Life is halved
In which you live.

Little piggy
Won a meal for three
Of to the Ritz
Greeted by the maitre de
Twenty course meal
That’s a lot to bank
Two piggy’s ate
Thee other one drank
Maitre de asked
Bemused confused
Why did you two eat
And your mate
Drank while
On the phone
I will reply said I
One of us at to go
Wee wee
all the way home.

Many soldiers
Died in the,
Battle  of
Somme
Why did they
Do it
When you
know war
Is wrong.
Four years
Of carnage
Four years
Of death
Four years
Of battlefields
Turning ****** red
Military madness
the *******
war machine
Millions of deaths
Imagine it
to ******
Obscene.

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.

Are you still wearing
Coloured odd socks.
Weird odd thought
I can’t find mine.
Are you Still sitting
in that Wonky old chair
Weird odd thought
Leg fell of mine.
Are you still residing
In that home for the insane
Weird odd thought
Im coming home again.
Are you still looking
Through the window of
Despair
Im coming home
Odd socks, we share.

Twist in the tale
Of old mother Hubbard
She went from a mansion
To living in a cupboard
All those children she
Didn’t know what to do
She downsized again
And Took residency
In an oversized shoe.
Humpty Dumpty
Became her lover
With his wealth
She began to recover.
With All her children
Behind in tow
Up the property ladder
She would go.
She Brought an orphanage
Where her children
Would grow.
Humpty and Hubbard
Had a wonderful life
They actually
Did it became
Man and wife.

I’ve got a terrible story
Of violence and butchery
The butchers ****** apron
Filled up many a cemetery.
Admiral Nelson flew
His flag many didn’t even
Make the body bag.
Captain cook
Natives mis took
At there terrible demise
In the Caribbean
You can still hear
There blooded cries.
The butcher apron flies
On every warship
Building an empire
For  good old queen Vic
We built our cities
On sugar cane
Through suffering
Lots of pain.
Mothers
Fathers
Sons and
Daughters
The butchers apron
Had no heart
It was all about
The slaughter.

Six o’clock
Cannot sleep
Tried the idea
Of counting
Sheep,
Made a lovely
*** of tea
Then I had my
Morning ***.
Molly the cat
Purring for ham
Hold on a minute
While I open
The can.
Breakfast can
Be hit or miss
Being old I need
Another ****.
Seven o’clock
Waiting for
The light
My mind
seems stable
Might be alright.
Eight o’clock
Music going on
Love to here
Good morning
Songs.
Nine o’clock
Shoes on feet
I open the door
And meet the
Street.
Walk along cobbled
Stones of to doctors
To have a moan.
My daily routine
Not full of life
Simply drab and
Cold
By midday
Im just another
Six hours old.

Fruit case rising
The oven burns
I am loopy Lou
Twist and turns
Running naked
In  tall grass
While men in
White suits
Can kiss my ****.
They hit my head
With a lightening
Bolt
The fishing trip
Was not my fault.
My ark has a complex
Communication flaw
Im still letting in
Demons through
The oven door

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

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.