Man -kind?

What has happened to the 'kind' in mankind
celebrities die in seas of criticism
persecuted by deliberate mis-understanding

Evil men imprison their daughters for two decades
how sorry will they need to be
to earn the forgiveness of their kin

Why does real peace pass all understanding
allowing wars to perpetuate unchecked

Expansionism continues
the green earth gasps for breath

The human condition
must change

Fate

You are known as:
The Tramp
The Stinker
The Beggar
The Drain on Society

Yet deep in your eyes I see:
The teenager
The Soldier
The Father
The Lover

A right turn
A left turn
A chance meeting

The unpredictable path
That shapes our destiny

Goldfinch

Sporting a red mask
carefully shucking the niger seed
your attempt at theft
is thwarted.
All that I have
is already yours.

Fun Crusher

You’ll easily spot me as I approach
hoovering up contentment
a dark disgruntled loach,
I’ll polish off your smile
evaporate your joy.

I’m the fun crusher baby
a bundle of anti joy

Every family has one I’m good old uncle strife
silencing your laughter with my stranglehold on life.
I’ll bring dark clouds to your sunny days
misery I’ll deploy

I’m the fun crusher baby
a bundle of anti joy

I can stop a clock with just a look
a glance will sour cream
my glass, always half empty
is like a broken Christmas toy

That’s right

I’m the fun crusher baby
a bundle of anti joy.

The New Highwaymen

The streets are dark
The streets are glum
They're paved with Wriggleys chewing gum
The gold they held is all mined out
The 'wanker bankers' have lost their clout
 
They started a business that could never have lasted
They've screwed it up the greedy bastards
They got their hedge funds properly trimmed......
They never saved for stormy weather
They drank Champagne……….........…whatever
 
The future for them is far from skint
The government will fork out a mint
The problem is that public money keeps these villains in milk and honey
They manufacture nothing 'cept misery for the masses
They cover their mistakes with money from our taxes
 
What about the working man
Works his arse off while he can
Wants a decent retirement pension plan
Willingly gives his pound of flesh
Whitehall brings his early death
 
It's hard to feel sorry for the suits that blew the loot
It's difficult to resist putting in the verbal boot
It's hard to be optimistic in Englands capital town
It's not easy being shafted by the friends of Mr Brown
Is he a modern day Dick Turpin or a monetary clown?

Fear of losing you

Jolted from slumber
by my heart
colliding with
my ribs.
All hope
is gone
for you are
swept away
by a freak wave
into oblivion
and I am alone.

The Gift

My transport
to the wedding,
my contribution
to a gift
that would float
the happy couple
into a blue
sky of
togetherness,
is wasted.

She went
for a haircut
came back
with a
snake tattoo
from hip
to armpit
an artistic
and unexpected
cold blooded
surprise for
her life partner
to be.

With the confidence
that can
only come
from possession
of an
indigo reptile,
she demanded
a pet monkey
as a wedding gift,
but simian threesomes
held no allure
for him.

Just as
preferences for
body art
and domicile fauna
were opposed
their paths
are now
East and West.

As for me,
I’m at
a crossroads
with a
one way
ticket to Preston
and twenty percent
share in
a balloon flight
over the
Massai Mara.

Magpie

At the top
of the food chain
wearing black
with white apron
she guards
her success
with eyes
of polished jet.

Left over
from a
bygone age
the old bird
hovers
screeches orders
at the youngsters.

You can smell
the vinegar
in her hair
years of work
have left her
like the fish,
battered.

She has trawled
the seas
of visitors
for the contents
of the tourists' wallet,
face deformed
through years
of forced
politeness.

Yes
the Magpie Cafe
still serves
the best
Whitby cod
chips
and mushy peas
money can buy.

Cold & Flu

I don't like
Colds and flu
there's no cure
fourteen days
with antibiotics
two weeks without
apparently the choice is mine.

How's it Hanging

Damn you Isaac Newton
inventor of gravity
I've purchased a body toner
plugged it in
used Solar lamps
but I'm still over forty
in the mirror.

I was just beginning to enjoy
my zit-free life
when hugs
became an activity
where hands no longer meet
yours is the invention
that highlights
the 'rump' in my frump.

A pox upon your
invisible force
that leaves great globs
of overhang
my belt strains at the notch
as I drape myself
over the bonnet
trying to be trendy
with an iPod
hanging from my waist.

Maybe I could hire
a multi-gym
and join the
'Very fit when I die club'
heart attack and sweat
in a final duet
to place me
under a jade granite slab.

The vile stench
of healthy food
makes me feel queer
so I'll veto the fig
the wholemeal bread,
health evangelists
get on my wick
I know what I enjoy
being a Tyke,
my jaded enthusiasm
for eating properly
has had a chance
and failed.

I'll have to accept that
we can't undo
what Mr Newton has invented
so I'll stay safe
in my fort
built on the wair
of my heritage
I will not allow anyone
whether personal trainer
or house maid
to taint my life
this bull will not chase the red rag of conformity.

Encounter with an old Lady

Greek
pristine white linen
black lace shawl
sad opalescent eyes
cloud the view to the soul

You’re not German are you?
They came from Germany
bad men
memories are not faded

Machines blasting
through my village
bang bang bang
automatic weapons
massacre massacre massacre

They took my brothers
my parents
to a secret place
tied their hands
bang bang bang

Now I have no family

Older Women

I love to engage
with older women
turned fifty
they understand needs
which is quite alluring.

Generally when you take them out
they know what you both want
a few swift drinks
then back to your place
for a really good time
saving the nursing home
for when they are old.

Transcendental Medication

The only time
I felt more vulnerable
was while
skinny dipping
with jellyfish.

Open mouthed
exposed
frightened
my fate
in your hands.

Drilling down
you find the bottom of my wallet
strike a nerve
like a finger
caught in a sewing machine.

Snotty

Sunday and I'm snotty
swine flu
hope not
had a max strength hot lemon cold cure
doesn't do what it says on the tin.

The Visit

So
here I am
with my skinny mocca-latte
protected by my bubble of eccentricity
staring out at another world.
Aliens pass in their pinstripes
carrying life support in laptop bags.

Looking only forward
they are on self-seeking missions.
My jeans and baggy T shirt
make me invisible
I slip easily under their radar.

On this planet
communication must be telepathic
the locals don’t speak to me
or each other.

With refuelling nearing completion
I brace myself
ready to leave the comfort of Starbucks
to breathe the choking fumes
of planet London.

First Post of a new blog

Well here we are, its my second or third attempt to do some blogging, maybe this time I'll keep post some regular updates.