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This is a small selection of my poems.

These are new ones and don't appear in the current book.

Hope you like.

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I’ve watched with tears

I’ve watched with pain

I’ve wished and wished

I’ve hoped in vain

About the country

About the team

About success

I could only dream

And every time

The glory shows

You know the way

The story goes

The highs and lows

The tricks the capers

The headline news

In tabloid papers

It’s not the football

It’s not the game

That spoils it all

That brings the shame

To take the shine

From all our faces

The shadow that is

Thugs and racists

Football will never

Be the same

While scum can

Infiltrate this game

So now’s the time

To wipe it out

To show what

England’s all about

Stand by our players

No discrimination

And show the world

A sound foundation

All while our lives

Were Covid guided

The future mustn’t

Be divided

And take what’s given

Don’t feel aggrieved

Be proud of what

They’ve all achieved

Now wet the whistle

Dry the tear

That ‘coming home’

Is getting near

Nation together

Getting bolder

The futures good

For Southgate’s soldiers

So time is now

To say ta ra

Seeya next year

…..In Qatar


©StevenPTaylor 2021

Happy ‘whatevers’ Day.

Father’s Day
Mother’s Day
Any bloody others day.
Just a game
Just a trend
Another way to make you spend.
Make an effort
Make a show
Once a year to let them know.
Make them wanted
Make it real
Take them for some shitty meal.
Buy them flowers
Buy them chocs
Like birthdays but without new socks.
It’s not from you
It’s a farce
Just for once get off your arse.
Life is good
When you share
In that moment show you care.
But it’s commercial
It’s enforced
It’s what’s expected now of course.
So happy Easter/
Or anytime we reconvene.
So thanks for life
And thanks for health
And thanks for thinking for yourself. 
To show your love
Before you’re old
When you feel not when you’re told !

Happy ‘Clintons’ payday.




Innermost thoughts are suppressed,
Held fright too tight inside,
With no one will they be shared,
And left, bereft to decide.

And fester and grow they will,
With no outlet all contained,
And the mind can’t always cope alone,
Irrationality unrestrained.

So speak and share with those close,
Confide your deepest dark fears,
And in sight a light could emerge,
That will free to see through the tears.

Open up and take help as given,
There’s no weakness in showing fear,
A thought withheld can break man,
Throw down pride for life is more dear.


One night


Let’s book a room somewhere cheap
Let’s talk about matters deep
Let’s go to bed but not to sleep
Let’s make promises we won’t keep.

Let’s plan for a future we won’t see
In our utopia you and me
Then ask each other to be set free
It’s how to go it’s how to be.

We’ll say we’ll set the world alight
Away from all that’s crass and trite
But soon enough we’ll just take flight
And steal away into the night


Lets pretend that we’re not lovers

Take no notice of the others

Know that we won’t be discovered

Live our lies beneath the covers.


Across the bay

Gazing across the vast bay,
Sun down at the close of day,
And the two of us flirted,
On a beach deserted,
As the tide just ebbs away.

And the feeling of peace is there,
And there’s stirrings of love in the air,
Whatever we do,
It’s just me and you,
For the rest I really don’t care.

And the mountains that rise o’er the sea,
In the distance majestically,
Stand bold and tall,
Looking down on us all,
And are solid as are you and me.



High tide

The ruthless crashing waves are breaking
A thousand photos for the taking
Stroll through clouds of salty mist
Embrace the taste of nature’s kiss
As winter tides thrash unforgiving
Churning with a lust for living
The ocean with its power on course
Relentless in its strength and force
Irrepressible rage is ever present
Ferocious, formidable,  incessant.
To stand and watch to stop and stare
Will calmly drench the unaware
Scaring daring passing by
The chance to glance when tide is high
Dark and deep, fraught with danger
The wondrous spectacle of nature



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