Blood flowed into river red
Nobody adhered the pleas,
Silence screaming from the drum
As all around would freeze.
cruelly ***** violently abused
Nobody adhered the screams
Blood flowed into river red
As the nightmare,killed the dreams

Public house
Sweet glass of cider
Beautiful lady
I sat beside her,
Said our hello's
Lips were kissed
conversed awhile
Then we got ******.
*** hours later
Six on our minds
Wobbling along to
Home it we cannot find,
Pavement sitting
Alcohol fuelled night
Soiled me underwear
Sweet.

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.

Living in
a beat box
Jumping up
and down
Listening to
heavy metal
What a
cracking sound.
Living in
a beat box
The circling
has begun
Listening to
the grungy
Songs,
The party
has begun.
Living in
a beatbox
The neighbours
had There say
Both of
them stayed
The night
And rocked
the joint away.

All the dead live in my shed
Overcrowded yes it is
All the dead live in my shed
Smelly yes it is
All the dead live in my shed
Diversity yes there is
All the dead live in my shed
Noisy no it's not
Because if it was somebody
Would have complained
By now

Brain feels like a shrivelled plum
The World around me, just ****** numb.
Waiting my demise, an earthly grave
Upped a photo to l cloud, giving God a wave.
My mind is broken like shattered glass
The World around me can kiss my ****
waiting for thee impending doom
**** just happens. it's a wonderful life

Rubber ducky
His real name is Bert
Turned down
United
To wear the
City shirt
Ducky was a red
But now a blue
It’s only the
Supporters
Who stay loyal
And true.

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.

Being the last of a species
A nomad,aimless in time
walking this earthly planet
Forgotten bluebells chime

What’s on
the news
Today
Everything
Is wonderful
Everything’s
Amazing
I don’t
believe it
Do they
Know what
They are saying.
Newsreaders
High on hope
Me I think
been
Smoking dope.
What’s on
the news
Today
Phone hacking
Car jacking
Bit of Stabbing
Covid jabbing
Immigrants boats
coming ashore
Coverage of ill
fated war.
What’s on
The news
Today
If your like me
Don’t watch
News on TV

My new friend
I met a sweet snail three years ago
She arrived on my door step today
Looking a bit sleepy, oh so sluggish
So we didn't go out and play
We watched a film we ate some eats
No salt please on our lettuce leafs
Her name is Michelle such an elegant snail
We kissed goodbye and she left with a trail

Can you remember
Cosmic Dave
I was a fan
Of this star man.

Who woke up
With little Suzie
After a night
A little *****.

10cc always came
In handy
She flew me
With passion
My friend Mandy .

Tricky Dicky
Clever Trevor
Dury lane theatre
They still play together

Who remembers Roxanne
And her red light
Policemen visited
Her mostly every night.

Caroline a diamond
Billie Jean a thriller
Formed a band with
Bonnie and Clyde
They called themselves
The killers.

Mickey and Jessica
They did like Jude
But things went scary
When along came Mary
Now not
cool young
dudes.

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

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.

I don't understand poetry
I'm an uneducated ****
I'm a liar a story teller
But I'm no good at that
Words are misinterpretated
I'm lucky I could smell
**** all the grammar
You can never well tell

Being blinkered
Ain’t much fun
Apparently
Helps me
When I run
On go’s me saddle
Jockey jumps on
The tape go’s up
Then Im gone.
This jockey must
Think I’m dense
I ain’t jumping
That -ucking fence
That little ****
Whipped me from
Behind
Jumped that fence
Really quite fine.
Three miles of
Jump jump jump
Im getting ****** of
I got the right ****,
Over the the last
Well in front
So I decided to part
Company
With this little runt.
I stopped
the dye
Was cast
Shut up shop
I Came in last.

rivers of history
All flowed with blood
God and the devil
Never really understood.
Caves to the skyscrapers
In a spinning sphere,
I'm not taking sides
I don't need the fear

Now that you’ve gone
I am not alone
I will blossom
I will flower
Never again
will I cower.
Now that you’ve gone
I will create
I will aspire
When I was with you
You crushed my desire.
You told me
I was plain
I shall never,
ever have to
Listen to you again,
Now that  you have gone
I have found the
reason to live
And to belong.
You were once the icing
On my chocolate cake
Now I know
In hindsight
This was
A mistake.

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
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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.

Who was it,the first In space
I can tell you it was a cow.
It wasn't the spoon who
Jumped over the moon
It just got mixed up somehow.
Mother Hubbard sat on a wall
Ole King Cole never went to the ball.
Humpty Dumpty watched his garden so green
While the ugly sisters kept cinders unclean
What was poor old bo peep to do
Ask Sherlock I tell you haven't got a clue.
Forgive me people it's all bill hook
Shoot the piano player I'm only the cook

Two blind mice
Lost there mate
Heartbroken
It was not great.
Humpty Dumpty
Got concussion
Fell on his head
Now speaks
Fluent Russian.
Old mother Hubbard
Was well to do
She lived in a mansion
Not in a shoe.
Jack and Jill
Ran up the hill
I think not
Jack had no legs
Jill was a *******.
Duke of York
Had ten thousand men
Had *** with them all
And tried again.
Mary had a little lamb
Doctors were dumb struck
Little Bo Peep lost her
Sheep
She didn’t have much luck.

Got a  big dog
Called
Blacksmith
Stands four
Foot from
The floor
Every time
I kick him
He makes
A bolt for
The door.

My my mate
Shane
Got hit by a train
He wasn’t happy
Life did not fit
In the end
He’s was
Chuffed to bits.

Noah the dog
Lost his bark,
Walking
In the rain
Other dogs
would laugh
Too see him
in such pain,
He got his voice back
This obedient chow
They laughed
Even louder
When he went meow.

Im about to write a
Simple
scary ode,
Already people
Inane people
You’ve let me
into your home.
Im going to travel up
Your sweet loving
  spinal chord
Infect your
lonesome mind
That you can be assured.
This scary ode will infect
Your home
Please my darlings
Don’t be alone.
Hope you have a password
A good security code
Because I’m scary
Quite contrary
This sweet little ode
If your reading
I do fear to dread
All you lovely  beauties
Will  end up
brown bread.

He liked
To cross dress
My darling reg
Of to parties
With his
Meat and
two veg .
Blonde wig
Make up on
Always liked
The limelight
Always made
A scene
An ode for
Reg
A gorgeous
Wonderful
Talented
Drag queen.

Cancer is a fungal growth
Effects all things living
You and me both
Cancers leukemias, you will
Feel Lost
Drugs are there but all at a cost
Tumours tumours there is always light
Red and white cell in a life threatening fight
We are the Guinea pigs of the current day
So future generations can stay in play
When you lose the battle and your curtain is drawn
Please scatter your ashes on a fertile lawn

Dead dead when you could have lived
Freedom is it all worth it.
You experience no freedom when your dead
Bullet in the brain, medal on chest
Do warmongers really want to do there best.
Let's all run with the monkey pack
**** or be killed thats what they say
death is just a battlefield
where children fear to play.
War memorials,
obituaries in tutorials
A statue,poppy oh so read
War is a game,
A game to play where the participants end up dead.

Caught the 707
Pan Am plane
We took of speedily
Up into the rain
Flying along
In the sky so blue
There’s where my
Luck changed
when I met you.
Passenger sitting
In seat number 1
Oozed class and style
So I sat in seat number 2
Sat there for awhile.
She looked at me
Weirdly then asked
If I was stupidly inane
She said get out of the **** pit
Im trying to fly this plane.
Then this man came in
Wearing a braided hat
I said I am sorry
for this wrongful mishap.

Blind man
Crossing
The road
Tap tap tap
Splat
Oh ****
Said the
Driver I
Didn’t see that.

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.

Dreaming of a loving encounter
My emotions burn ,
Acid rain pours
From a uncertain watering can
What do I do when I haven't a clue
I **** myself

Sailed seven seas
To say three little
Words
Climbed mount
Everest not to absurd
Swam the oceans
To be at your side
To say
Three little words
Before you die.
Surfed the
planets
Walked in acid rain
So I can say these
Words again

Die you hag

All this rain we are having I brought myself  a gnu
It arrived at my door with out a paddle
I'm thinking what do I do now
so I went a brought brite red saddle.
My aunt died in the night I kept in a box
It got out somehow I flattened it with my sock.
I'm not very good at smelling,
But my pet bee can hum
I like whiting crappie ditties its
Fun fun fun fun fun.
Nurse nurse where are you
I do like to be beside the seaside.

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 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

I want to be
Controversial
Through a spanner
In the works
Not having
To be tight lipped
I’d rather go berserk.
No woke restraints
must be free speech
Never shackled ever
Shackled to
Eat ones peach.
Freedom is our liberty
Everybody  free
Sometimes I want to be
Controversial oh well
That’s just me.

One legged man
In a **** kicking
Match,
Throwing the
Javelin for
The athlete
To catch,
This sport
Don’t appeal
A lot
The participants
Have to head
but the shot.
110 metres
Hurdles
In a wheelchair
Blind tennis
Players
playing
In pairs.
Long jump
In a sandpit
Of nails
I think these
Sports will
Certainly fail.

Who am I ?
a player
In your game
Will I be just an
Encounter
Never knowing
My name
A night of passion
A night of wine
Silky touch
Loving hands
Im I to be
A one night stand.
Hope so
It feels so right
Only problem
I got to tell
The wife

Enigma of stone
On hallowed land.
In winter the snow
Shall coat,
The wise old owl
Is having a cuddle
With a nice
and friendly stoat.

Hydra and the nymph
Warming their
minds to spring,
The northern lights
Do a dance
As the blackbirds
Begin to sing.

Rays of sunshine
Summer has begun
Hare’s and bluebells
Do a jive
Enigma of stone on
hallowed land as the
Countryside comes alive.

Green turns to brown
As the warm air fades
The onset of winter
draws near,
The stoat turns to the wise
Old owl and says let’s
Get the **** out of here.

One legged chap he tried to kick ****
It wasn't a problem he always came last
Having a leg to the tune of one
Handicap of two just wouldn't be fun.
This competition,it's a competitive game
Two legs was cheating you had to be lame.
Some would say this sport is a ****** farce
Watching one legged sportsman fall on their ****
next sport to be held was head butting the spear
This pastime needed new competitors year after year.
Mine field hockey not for the faint of heart
I've lost interest so going back to the start

One more night
One more morning
Skin on skin
Warmth of your smile
Fragrant breath
Please stay awhile.
Days are long
Colourless sky
With you there’s  no why
Give me the dark
Give me the light
One more morning
One more night
Flesh on flesh
Sweet!

I breathed therefore
I existed
Mostly bitter
Always twisted.
No respect
Just did kindness
No narrowness
Never blindness.
With an open mind
Always weird
This death of mine
I shall not fear.
Just a footnote
Nearly forgot
Anybody out there
Join me in me
Wooden box
Can be lonely
You know
Just a thought.

Bibliophiles have there libraries
***** feeders have there dens
Vincent had his paint brushes
while authors feed their pens
Churches have there story tellers
To them it's about good and bad
Asylums holding straight jackets
For people who are totally mad
The armies train people to ****
politicians yearn to become a Lord
Tower of London has it guards
My chess set has lost its board.
Doctor Jekyll  needed mr Hyde
While ice  bergs feel the cold
My poor old grandad needed a wig
Cause he was completly bald

Have you had
One of them days,
He’s packed his bags
Not left a note
Just walked out
With his hat and coat.
He’s not all there what
Dos he think
He’s left washing up
In the sink.
Have you had
One of them days
I shall not fret
Im going to the
bookmakers and have a bet.
No more slamming of
The door shut I am
Putting television on
Sitting on my ****.
He will come back
Lured by the scent of the rose
Looking glum
Looking dimmer
Then the **** can cook my dinner.

Flittering through the pages of a worn out book
Reading stories just can't  be overlooked
Lovelly snippets of love and devotion
Happenings and events on a tide of emotion
Lots of passion humour so fiery
Then it dawned on me it was reading the wife's diary.

Smiling mountain
Glistening tarn
Whistling wind
Wooden barn.
****** of crows
On muddy fields
Pecking heads as
The day builds.
Enigma of stone
Nature is born
Sun drenched days
On golden corn.
Watching skywards
For Birds of prey
Bluebells dancing
While animals play.
Tuneful starlings
Thousands in flight
Raucous  of noise
Beauty in sight.
Dogs walking
Ramblers talking
Pastures smile
Crooked stiles
Lovely thoughts
So
Stay awhile.
Day is folding
Into night
Wildlife slumber
Into fading light.
Morning breaks
On another day
Tarn still glistening
As nature plays
Happy mountain
Soaking up the sun
Countryside dreaming
So much fun.

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.

Two twins were born
One summer morn
There names are
Morphine and happiness
Morphine was good
Happiness bad
Morphine was happy
Happiness was sad
Morphine was clever
Happiness thick
Morphine was well
Happiness sick
Morphine died
Happiness cried
And faded away

Where's my mother
Where's my father
I have become very sad
Who has taken away my joy.
Have I done something bad
I am so lost,a frighten boy
Felling depressed a thrown away toy
What is now in store for me?
Now I'm one when there used
To be three