In court today

posted on fb 3rd October 2014

He Told The Judge

he told the judge he was homeless

has he no shame?

his father came with so much less

yet his father found fame

he told the judge he was broke

all his money was spent

everything he had on his back

was borrowed stolen or lent

he told the judge his children did not need a home

they were grown adults now

my how time had flown

he wanted them out right now

he told the judge he has nothing

this was his first words of truth

he has no compassion, no heart

no love for humanity he is completely aloof

he told the judge he would wait for his settlement

this he will have to do

wait and wait and wait

until his waiting days are through

I've still got it

posted today on fb

I refuse to let

my pass

plague my future

my present

is where I am

from this day forward

never looking back

Every day

I am evolving

changing

to a

new and improved

me

I am now

unrecognisable

to myself and others

I am now

where I want to be

Scottish Referendum. I am glad they stayed

The Referendum  showed us that there was really a problem, that England had ignored for such a long time.  I am glad the way it turned out, everyone knows where everyone stands, a close call 55 % wanting to be part of The  United as in United Kingdom

Scotland

Were you going to leave

I know how you feel

when you feel unappreciated

and a grieved

but were you going to leave

couldn’t you just talk it out

not those debates where ministers shout

Scotland you can’t just sail off

and detach

taking your money and your stash

Scotland I can’t believe you were going to leave

I am glad you changed your mind

as I have a holiday booked

to come see you some day

Writing joy

posted fb

#296 This is where I have fun

I haven’t been around

for a long time

it’s as if I have lost my way

like a child in a playground

suddenly I have forgotten how to play

it should come naturally

as this is what I do

keep things bottled in

then share them just here with you

you keep my secrets

you know my heart

you have been there in the beginning

you were there in the start

I will revisit you

keep coming back

until I am done

this is my way

like a child having fun

Difficult truths

posted fb

#233 Who would believe me?

I don't know where I have been

I don’t know where I need to go

I know  things

that I really shouldn’t know

Where to go from here

if only I could be that bold

to assume I have been spared

to tell the story that should not be told

who would believe me?

they would want proof

they will say I am lying

that I have had a misspent youth

so I continue on

waiting for a time

when my words are be believed

I pray it happens in time

Driving in London

Posted fb Feb 2014

#357  Driving in London

Driving in london is such a trap

there are lines on the ground

directing you go up or maybe down

there are roundabouts you don't go round

one way systems to obey

if you don’t you will have  to pay

there are yellow  boxes you must not enter

then there are boxes of instant fines

you have to wonder what is on Boris’s mind

driving use to be such a thrill

now the bills you accumulate makes you ill

there are cameras that are snappy happy

catching drivers in all kinds of trappies

I use to like driving

I now no longer try

I’ve had to wave my car goodbye

and sit on the bus

start stop start stop

listening to the babies cry

Gambling everywhere

Am I alone? gambling is everywhere

posted fb

#355 Gambling all the time

It’s all around

you can’t run and you can’t hide

it’s everywhere

it’s on our phone on our computers

it follows us inside

which means it must be fine to do

something for nothing

we know this isn’t true

yet we take the bait

when we know we really shouldn’t do

what will you put up?

everything you’ve got

with the chance of getting richer

we have completley lost the plot

I want my Sunday's back

I am not religious but I think Sunday is not the same since the shops are open. A reason or an excuse to get the family together with no excuses of 'I've got to work today'

posted fb

#365 Sunday

I love Sunday

say what you want

it isn’t like any other day

it ends the weekend

it starts the week

it is a day that can’t be beat

whether you spend all morning in bed

waiting patiently to be fed

there is something special about this day

that separates it from other days

some chose to go to church

some spend the day in front of the stove

waiting for the family to sit down

to a lovely family lunch

we now have the luxury of going to the shops

this is something I think should really stop

as if there isn’t enough time during the week

this is some anti family plot

we really should defeat

Sisters

I am the youngest of eight, that's all I am gonna say about that


posted fb

#17 A Bond So Strong

My sister is five years older than me

I was that annoying baby sister

That always got into trouble

Whatever I done she would get the blame

I walked around nonchalant

Not realising what a burden I was

For me, every situation was an adventure

For her, every situation was

A beating waiting to happen

The day all this changed

Was when she was twelve

There was a terrible accident

That much I could gather

The adults would spoke in whispered huddles

I knew something was wrong

My aunt tried to distract me

By offering me cakes and biscuits

I was on to her although these treats were nice

A  motorbike had run her over

That’s all I heard

I knew I had to get to her

It was only right

She always looked out for me

This was my chance to tip the scale

They said I couldn’t see her

I got into blinding rage

I broke a few of my Aunts best China plates

The cabinet door still hangs off its hinge

How dare they keep her away from me

Don’t they know of this sisterly bond?

Don’t they know she’s always got my back?

Don’t they know whatever happens

She has always been there for me

At seven I had no idea what I thought I could do

The details doesn’t matter

I cried and screamed I gave myself a headache

I still get headaches

Just thinking about it now,

Do not underestimate this Sisterly Bond

To keep us a  part is wrong so wrong!

If we could see into the future

posted Fb

#186 What The Future Holds

He said I wasn’t listening

He said I didn’t care

I was like all those others

Who simply were not aware

I was listening

Maybe listening too much

Conversations were disjoint

Still very much out of touch

He said I needed to be careful

There were things he could see

He said it wasn’t looking good

For you and me

I asked him what he knew

Where he was getting these things

He could not disclose

But he meant everything

I wanted to ignore him

But what if he was right

What he had foreseen

Happened here tonight

Would I listen to him in the future

Maybe proving

That what he knew was right

Or was this just the ramblings

Of someone travelling too near to the light

I wanted to reach out

Tell him everything would be alright

What he had predicted for me

Was not going to happen tonight

But I couldn’t be sure

Doubt had set in

Wasn’t sure if I was coming or going

Now not sure where I had been

So he had won

With his twisted talk

Making me look behind

Whenever I walked

So That's why Black Men keep getting shot.

In Prison.  I would like to say I have never been to prison, but that would be a lie and that is something I won't do is lie.  I could say I was a Political Prisoner well for 2 and 1/2 days doesn't sound like much but it was long enough to decide I didn't like it and don't want to go there again.  How you use your time in every day life is important .  As a nation of people we waste so much time, we may as well be incarcerated, time wasted is time gone not to be repeated.  How much of you that is taken away? so much and more, your dignity, your home, your family, your purpose they do, they take your life.  I know it sounds dramatic let's just hope it doesn't happen to you.  How can you ensure this.  All you need is a few ill timed events, being in the wrong place at the wrong time, associating with the wrong people. Being Black and male is a good a reason as any it would seem to be locked up.  What came first the Prisons or the Prisoners.?

Once you are in there is no getting out.  You remember Shawshank Redemption and Red going up for parole year after year when he finally gave up hope they approved his parole.  Crazy or how about Andy swimming through all that excrement to be free could you do it? would you do it?

My only advise is try your best to avoid and any encountering s with the law.  I go out of my way to avoid all contact.  As far as if a crime is committed against me would I report it?  On the occasions when I have it has never gone that well apart from once when my phone got taken and the Sergeant took a shine to me and took me out for a night out.  Did they return my phone? was I compensated? do I feel safer ?  No!  I would go as far to say other than for the purpose of maybe an insurance claim I would avoid at all cost having anything do to with the Police.  For instance when the Racist repair men entered my home to carry out some work after the the sighting of mice.(eek get over it, it is London) .  They found some soiled papers from under behind  a kithcen draw where there was obvious mice activity and placed it in my kitchen draw and helped themsleves to £30 of my money.  On reporting this the officer suggested it was similar to receiving a dirty till receipt at M & S. Then would I complain about that?  It would be random so NO! I wouldn't .... I wanted to scream.

So Black Men getting shot by Police in America . What is going on? Is it the culling of a race?  Why are they all running? Why are they being shot? why are they always Black? Do we really all look alike?  This is narrowed minded on the Officer's part , after a trial in America where most Black Men will not even be able to follow the proceedings due to education being so damn expensive if they hadn't been excluded from an early age anyhow.  They would probably be convinced into accepting a 'Plea Bargain' and be served a long sentence which they wouldn't know how to go about appealing and end up languishing in jail.  Providing the Prison Officer, and staff, the Lawyer, judges and all the Court staff with employment.....

Working for the Government

posted fb 28th January  

#350 Working for the government

I work for the Government

sitting on the dole

I sign on fortnightly

I do as I am told

I really should be out there

raising up a fuss

but there are no jobs

as they have failed  all of us

I see people hustling

to make ends meet

there is less on the table

eating has become a treat

Our children may never work

this makes me sad

as I have experienced being useful

I don’t just mean being Mum and Dad

we wait for the old to move on

so we can take their seats

they are reluctant to sit down

they remain on their feet

how did it get so bad?

what has gone on?

it doesn’t matter who is in charge

they’ve all got it wrong!

The last Poem???

posted fb 2nd Feb 2014?

#365 Sunday

I love Sunday

say what you want

it isn’t like any other day

it ends the weekend

it starts the week

it is a day that can’t be beat

whether you spend all morning in bed

waiting patiently to be fed

there is something special about this day

that separates it from other days

some chose to go to church

some spend the day in front of the stove

waiting for the family to sit down

to a lovely family lunch

we now have the luxury of going to the shops

this is something I think should really stop

as if there isn’t enough time during the week

this is some anti family plot

we really should defeat