Me and my woman
We our stuck in a duel
I light the fire
She pours on the fuel.
Ranting and raving
We’re still misbehaving
There’s never a day
When she’s got nothing
To say
I don’t think we shall
Have it any other way.
She wrote on a note
Now it still wears thin
In this duel I shall
Always win.
Okay with me
That’s perfectly fine on
One sunny day I’ll
Poison your wine.

Just watched a film
The Battle of Verdun
Where the
French and the Germans
Looked like they
We’re having fun.
Lots of fireworks
Brightening
Up the sky
Then I realised
They were there
To die.
Who in there right
Minds come up with
These  horrors,
People never knowing
Their Tomorrows.
They didn’t learn
From the Somme
Really O,Riley
Humans are dumb.

Don’t get the picture
Bemused befuddled
Edges are frayed
In our  jigsaw puzzle.
On the table
Strewn across the floor
Pieces of the picture
Don’t fit anymore.
Once we were
An orchard
Now a apple
And a pear
We our
Not heeding
The signs of
A dying love affair.

I'm starting to evolve
I'm just a minuscule *****
So I took a selfie
Whom Facebook will confirm

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.

You Shuffle my emotions
With your slight of hand
why can't you be true?
My emotions you shuffle
By Controlling the deck
It's pain and love
With a noose round my neck
Why can't you be true?
Manipulating my emotions
You play if it's a game,
Befuddling thee issues
It's a crying shame.
Why can't you be true

Sold my soul to the devil
No good to me
Loneliness as eaten it bad
Cash came in handy.

My being not worth a dime
Loneliness should be made a crime
Sold my soul to the devil
Is life a waste of time.

Life been good
Life been bad
Soul so sad
Cash came in handy.

Never asked to be given life
Who gave me this emptiness
Chemicals in my brain
Am I going lady ga ga.

Empty chair
Where once you sat
Empty bed
Where once you slept
Empty days
Where once you slept
Empty days
Where once we walked
Empty prose
Where once we talked
Empty face
Where once had a grin
Empty aura
Which died within
Oh well !

Empty chair
Once I sat there
Now I'm dead
And gone
Empty chair
Now feels despair
Now I'm dead
And gone
Empty chairs
Are always aware
When your dead
And gone
Empty chairs
Tell stories
Just sit and listen

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.

Seas will boil
Mountains crumble
Planet still turning
Inhabitants are burning.
There’s no room
For doom and gloom
Just raise a glass and smile
Rivers will run dry
The sky will not cry
Earth still turning
Crops are burning
There’s no room
for doom and gloom
Just raise a glass and smile
Four seasons collide
Explode into one
Mass extinction
Has just begun
There’s no room
For doom and gloom
Just raise a glass and smile
Humanity dies
New life will form
From the heart of midnight
To the break of dawn
There’s no room
For doom and gloom
So raise a glass and kiss my ****
And give a little smile.

I will remember
You in high esteem,
Upright and smart
Always clean.
Never a bad word
Perfect prose
You were the star
In my picture show.
You were the sparkle
Inside my perfect dream,
We went together
Like peaches and cream.
They will cremate your body
Your flesh will burn
Then  they give me your
Ashes in a silvery urn.
Your memories will dance
With the stars that shine
Wonderful person
Loving and kind.

My cat Molly
A loving cat
Died of cancer
And Thats
Just that

Red coated girl in polish ghetto
Ever wonder,ever wonder
Boy in the striped pyjamas
Ever wonder ever wonder
Anne Frank's written diaries
Ever wonder ever wonder
A space in time,
Which holds a heinous crime
Ever wonder ever wonder
A space in time
God went amiss
As thee whole wide world
Fell into darken abyss
Ever wonder ever wonder

It was on the morn
A child was born
Coveted with love,
An angel came down
And took your hand
In a shape of a pure
white dove.

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

I have learned
It’s not good to burn
There’s fire in her heart
She manipulates me she
Has done from the start.
I don’t want an easy life
Excitement this I yearn
It’s all fair in love and war
Therefore I must burn.
What is life
I don’t want
Just to exist.
Im going to burn
Not fade into the mist.

high on the happy side
Aroma of beauty
Sexually attractive
I'm yours

Dancing with leaves falling
The scent of flower
Sexually attractive
please don't cower

****** activity
The ****** the same
I'm all yours
Excited

You came to me
Bolt out of the blue
With manipulative
Words I love you
You played my heart
Tinkered with my soul
You gave  me life
It was rock and roll.
You made me cry
You made me laugh
We ended up on a
Exciting path
Together as one
We would dance all night
The stars would shine
The loving was right

Sweet pea
You look
So forlorn
She replied
it’s the death
Of the last
Unicorn.

Daddy smacked me
Snow flake I
For being naughty
It made me cry

When I was thirteen
I learnt to fight
I hit my daddy
Did it make it right

A violent slap
A punch to the
Head
In woke society
Everything’s
Dead.

You cannot live
You fear a mistake
Scared to take
A piece of the
Cake

It’s all becoming
A lovely farce
I did learn early
To wipe my ****.

Days aren’t available
Nights Im scraping by
Longing for the moment
To fade away and die
I was a proud man
Stature no to shabby
This whole
dying thing
Makes me
So very
unhappy.
I don’t want
any pity
We must
all see
I just want
to die
With -ucking dignity.

Looking at you
With reddish eyes
Emotions burnt
Inside have died.
All you have left
Me
is hurtful tears
Heartbroken and
Chards of fear.
You trampled over
All our dreams
Blood in my veins
Became a polluted
Stream
Heartbroken
Lost my zest
I gave love a chance
And failed the test.

Everything is black
But oh so jolly
Even made thee arc lady
Into a charred ice lolly.
Winnie the poo
Was a Russian spy
Everything so interesting
all truths are not lies.
Elvis still lives
On a red bus on the moon
all guns in America being
Banned quite soon.
living on Mars
As the ice age recedes
No more news please please please.
The church and the blue blood
Have run the masses by fear
news is news year after year
Who do we believe
The newscaster in straight jacket
Or the puppeteer
Whose killing who
With a bright pink smear.
We must all believe in the written word
The books tell stories it's all made up news.

Travelling the path
Of dying embers
Memories faded
Diluted and gone
No more
grasp on life
withering
Away and done.
There’s only me
From my family tree
Leaves are sadly
Departed
Still I travel down
This path well
Not to
downhearted.
Still I keep on
Breathing
Taking in the air
I know when it’s
Time to go
When I reach the
Bottom of the stairs.

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.

Hum ducking
Mummy bucking
Hen chucking
Hectic piece
Of twit
Dog loves me
So buck of and why
Leave me alone
I am a god woof.

Jesus in goal
He does save.

Full backs
Are
Reggie and Ronnie
A couple of Krays.

Centre half
Giant of a man
He’s the comic
Desperate Dan.

Midfielders
Pol *** and Mao Tse Tung
Nasty leaders
Stopping the ball
from going long

Wing backs Dolly Parton
And Sandra Dee
Running up and down
The Wings
that suits me.

Two wingers
Ginger Roger’s
And Fred Astaire
Lovely feet
Catching the opposition
Unaware.

Up front
Number nine
Scoring all the goals
Dandy and fine
All the crowd
came to see
Is the greatest legend
You got it
Yep it’s me.


Our manager
We couldn’t get
Enough
He was number1
Mr Brian Clough.

The fragrance
of the meadow
Walking the
bridal path
Me my
partner we’re having
A laugh,
She looked at me
With a smile
On her face,
Then all of a sudden
Everything went black
My beautiful woman
Died of a heart attack.

Fruit cake in my larder
Wearing a wooden cloak
Running around on empty
I wish to take your place

Creaking bones rotting flesh
Wearing a wooden cloak
Silence of dark loneliness
I need to take your place

Acid runs through my veins
Wearing a wooden cloak
Demons control my mind
Plesase can I pinch your place

If your not prepared to give
To me  then I will have to act
Then I'm prepared to **** you
It's just a matter of fact

In my wooden blackened cloak
I wanted every piece of you

Talon of the hawk
Swoop dinner dead
Poor  sweet bunny
Off Spring must be fed

Hand of the human
Shop dinner frozen
Poor sweet chicken,
Sold by the dozen

Are you
running from
the pain
The crows
will never
leave your
Brain.

Your to low
To out run
The crow
The continual pecking
Inside your mind
Will in the end
Turn you blind.

The continuous
Crowing inside
Your head
Makes you lose
Your glow
Time after time
Blow after blow
You can’t out run
That crow.

When I wake up
It’s a different day
Is it a cop out
Within the
games we play.
we ask ourselves
What have I done
Excuses we make
For having fun.
I didn’t wish to vex
I just loved to see
what came
Next.

Express train chuffing
Inside the skull.
It's raging
Red to a fat face bull,
vipers,snipers everywhere
mind so dark
It's really not fair
Chemical,chemicals
Saturate the brain
Barbwiring me up
Inside acid rain

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 .

A heart without love
Space without stars
an unused womb
It's a lonely place.

Unspoken words
An unwritten tune
A melody without a stave
Who am I to walk alone
Slowly to my grave.

Withering away
Closing of mind
Sadness of the dark
I am the lonely place

Poor old me my poetry is crap
In life it's zilch,I can deal with that.
With every word with every breath
Poetry is poetry, death is death.

Human touch
Baby smile
Family tree
My world

My woman of a
Thousand suns
Have you got a feather
To tickle my ***
My woman of a
Thousand dawns
Have you got the remote
I want to watch ****,

I was born
Under a wandering star
Didn’t have any money
To buy a car.
Bedraggled suit
Holes in my boots
Had no job
Had no roots.
I was born
Under a wandering star
I didn’t need money
To wander far.
Still had good looks
Lots of charm
Did my best
To do no harm,
Hey ** I met a witch
Lovely woman
Walked around naked
Not wearing a stitch
Was rather weird
Oddly at first
I stopped wandering
And drank my thirst.

Love is a tidal wave of emotion,
A symphony of smile
Cocooned in harmony
Please can you stay a short while
Flowers blossoming in the midday sun,
To a crescendo of smell
All Wrapped up in cotton wool
Besotted I can tell
Swimming in delirium
Swimming in total bliss
Waiting with the tingles
To receive that first sweet kiss
Giving and receiving
Prose and the right text
Love will last at least to tomorrow
All depends on what you do next.

Years have passed
You suddenly died
It was long ago
You were my bride
Thoughts of you
Passed daily
Through my mind
Never once going blind
We Will be together again
In heaven above
Stay twinkling my star
My sweet love

R I P

First animal
In space
Her name
Was June
She was the
Cow who
Jumped
Over the
Moon.

First person
To visit the
North Pole
Was my mate
Old king Cole,
He got there
In a Ferrari
Or was it a rolls.

First transatlantic
Flight
Was made by
Someone I
Hold dear
Flying from
Newfoundland
To Ireland
Was my
Best friend Mr
Buzz Lightyear.

First person
To top Everest
Was In 1953,
Blonde hair
Iconic dress
Getting to top
Without a rest
Wow that cold
Wind would blow
For my girlfriend
Marilyn Munro.

Solitary clouds
Do collide.
Sometimes
It’s risky
To take
The ride.

Solitary clouds
Combine in the
Sky,
Listen to the rain
She Will sing
Just take a risk
Let loving begin.

Solitary clouds
Create the weather
For you and I
To be together.

Solitary clouds
We our no more
Like the snow
White and pure.

When the heavens open
And we step inside
Was it beautiful
To take that ride.

Wicked witch
In tattooed skin
On besom stick
Love me within.

Hour glass figure
Voluptuous *******
*******
I need a rest .

Piercing eyes
Glorious prose
Beauty personified
Head to your toes.

Scent of a rose
Fantastic pose.
Wicked  witch
with
Out a doubt
Just asking
Why do your
Lips look like
A trout.

The sovereign sky
Cornfield by moonlight sun god
Druidic traditions

Seductive siren
Midsummer nights dream temptress
Calimity wreck

Wise old trout nymph
Hallow lands strange features
Water guardians

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.

Rhubarb steak
Kingfisher stew,
Any food you like
This chef
will
Cook
for you.
Bees on toast
Hedgehog in honey
Put your order in
Pay your money.
Skewered rat
Roasted cat
Soup of the day
Escargot and bat.
Warthog eyes
Testicles of horse
Nice and tasty
Your main course.
Goldfish roulade
Salt and vinegar cream
Washed down with
***** of goat or a
Bottle of Jim Beam
A little appetiser
To finish the meal
Two nice crackers
With pate of seal.
Michelin stars
Five at most
Special of the day
Are
Spleens
on toast.

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.

England football
Tuchell in charge
For us supporters
A German thats hard.
We’ve had an Italian
We’ve a had a swede
Still it’s just pure fantasy.
This manager has no class
Like all the rest
Not good enough
To wipe Alf Ramseys ****.
The trophy room
Countable of one.
It’s like having bullets
But no ****** gun,
Tuchell singing god
Save the king
Thats going to be
A tricky thing.
Football football
Coming home
Fantasy football
On me phone.