Thursday 26 September 2013

Parliament Square

Posted fb 26/09/13


#236 Parliament Square
I saw a fine brother walking
by parliament square
one early morning
I wanted to toot my horn
and say ‘big up yuhself my youth!’
but that wouldn’t be correct
that would be uncouth
so I watched him get smaller  
in my rearview mirror
as I reflected how far we have come
it was just the other day
we were being sold
and traded
our lives were not our own
it was just the other day
when we were kings and princess
how far we have come
climbing up
and climbing down
it’s still a long way
our feet not touching the ground
so remember we were once great
so remember we were once slaves
it can all revert to either on any day

Monday 9 September 2013

The Shard

posted fb 09/09/13


 #221 The Shard

I have cause to drive pass the shard
so what is it all about?
why so tall
it is a piece of glass
it reflects light
then it illuminates
it is translucent
and transparent
so it is clear
clear why it is there
a large piece of glass
which cuts through silences
cuts through the air
cuts through the atmosphere
if it should suddenly drop
it will shatter into a billion pieces
of glass and steel of course
so shouldn’t it come with a health warning???

Sunday 8 September 2013

Another phone lost/Stolen

Finally lost my HTC Desire C.  I had misplaced it so many times, it even had to be repaired when the screen cracked.  Attended my sister BBQ then that's where it finally got taken.  Which saddens me I was serving drinks being delightful, serving cakes ice cream anyhow someone who all seemed so nice has my phone.  This really saddens me.


posted fb 06/09/13
#216 Gone for Good


It’s happened again
this time I can’t say
if I tell you,
you wouldn’t believe me anyway


I had been so complacent
it always came back
thats what I would say
now it’s been almost a month
it’s time for me to mourn
this time it isn’t coming back
once again I am forlorn


so if you see my HTC
tell him I said sorry
I should’ve not taken him for granted
should have seen the signs
you weren’t happy with the treatment
now you have gone to have

a better life!

Having Problems

Tiered and running out of rhymes.  Well it is day 217


posted fb 08/09/13  should have been 07

#217 Looking For a Rhyme

I have got to write a poem
I have to make it rhyme
Lately I am I always seem to be running out of time

I’ve written on all subjects
gambling and debt
its finding it harder and harder

to find something to write about
without unveiling more of me
this hasn’t been easy
yes it serves me right
I was the one who chose
this challenge
when everything was right
I lay up late at night

desperately waiting for a hook or a line

The Drum the First Communicator

There are some poems that resonate in your heart and returns to you many times though out your life.  This is my poem or a version that has been raising in my conscience at various times throughout the past five years.  No doubt I will write another version of this.

posted fb 20/08/13

#206 The Drum
The drum was the first reporter
it told of trouble
it communicated dreams
it spoke of woe
the drum beats on
it will never stop
the drum in my heart
relays my anxiety
tells of my joy  
I hope beats on and on
and never stops


Thursday 5 September 2013

Distorted Beauty

I recently drove through a busy high street in South London.  Maybe it could have been anywhere, but this time it was Sarf London...it was a hot day, one of those unexpected hot days you get towards the end of August.  Well some of the sights were just alarming.  Each to their own
posted 03/09/13
  #213 Distorted Beauty


I am here to report it
our image of beauty is just distorted
love your curves
but don't prostitute your worth

poses of batty and tits
breast and thighs
this is not pretty
if they are telling you this
it is just lies

I am here to tell you the truth
our food is infected
with hormones and clones
what we eat has been finely tuned
to ensure we all die soon

while we are here
end up zombified with ghostly stares
as you walk by
I am here to testify
what is going on isn't right
it will all end in disaster by the end of the night

it is as if we are trying to hard to compete
of images that our hip celebrity tweets
we’ve lost sight of what is right
squeezing into garments that are just too tight
what we are showing our children
heaven only knows
prissy little girls and thuggish boys
who should be concentrating on books and toys

Sunday 1 September 2013

Still being invited to play games online

Had to post 2 poems today, as I received yet another invite to play some new game or other.



#212a Still Playing Games


Are you still playing those games?
have you not discovered
that there is no point
also it has made you lamme
you no longer interact
you have become obsessed
I am not a psychiatrist
who is it you are trying to impress?
when you compete in a virtual world
you become a virtual boy
or worse a virtual girl
not able to function in real life
things passing you by
as your brain has been programmed
telling you what is right
what is important
is that you stack those sweets?
solve that crime
hit those birds
most importantly waste your time !

If only I could help

It is frustrating when you come accros someone you want to help, but you have no idea how you will be able to help.... If only there was something you could do, to make a difference

#212 Rescue


I want to rescue you
pick you up and keep you safe
my life is peaceful
your life is in turmoil
it is as if you have fallen from grace
don't know what I can do to help
how can I protect you?
let me know
there is nothing
I wouldn’t do
to see you smile
once more

return to the beautiful you