This is a small selection of my poems.
These are new ones and don't appear in the current book.
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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
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
And show the world
A sound foundation
All while our lives
Were Covid guided
The future mustn’t
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
The futures good
For Southgate’s soldiers
So time is now
To say ta ra
Seeya next year
Happy ‘whatevers’ 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 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,
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.
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.
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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