Tuesday, 23 December 2014

FuCKINgPIgSHitLIars!


Thank you very much-whatever your name is-for providing me with inspiration. This isn't the first time I've been randomly set upon by someone not completely in control of their actions, but it is the first time I've been kind of grateful for it. 



FuCKINgPIgSHitLIarS!

SAwAnANgrYLOOKINGMAN
COMInGDOWnTHEHIll
TOWaRDSMEaNDHaDto
MoVENeArERtOTHEKERB
TOavoiDColliDINGWIthHIM
BUThEMUSThaveREADMY
M.I.N.D.aSHEdeCIdedto
DoTHESAmeWeverY
NArroWLYAVoiDEdtouCHing
EACHothERaSheMoVEDiN
FROntofMeANDpiCKEdaHAlF
LEmoNOUToFTHEGUtTerITHouGht
HEwaSGOINgTOSQUASHitINTO
MyFAcEBUTiNSteADheThrEWIt
ACrosSMeSCREaminG
“FUCKINGPIGSHITLIARS!”
BeFOReCArryiNGoN(HOME?)
LeaVINGmEShakenBUTOtherWIse
UNhARMED.

Thing is sometimes random stuff like that happens
I don’t blame him for his actions he’s obviously not well
probably lives on his own and needs support and care
care what care care and the community the way
I see it it’s the system that’s at fault when I
got a little further up the hill and nearer to town
I had to give way to someone with a child in a pushchair

AndYOuKNOWWHat?
ShEDIDn’TeVENSAy”THAnks”
SHEjUSTwaLKEDPaSTmE
ANdGAveMEadiRTYLookWHat
THEFUckISWROnGwITHPEOPle?
WhYaRETHeySORudeIwAS
MOreWoUNDupABout
THAtTHanIWasOFBEinGScareD
SHiTTLeSSBYthEANgRYmAnaND
IfeLTless IRrITAtED BYwHATheDID
THanBYthATOTHeRpeRSoNS’sLAcKoF
GrATITudEaNDRECOGniTION
OFmyCoURTeOusaCTioNMaYBE
ThEANGRyMAnHasAPOIntTheWOrLD
REaLLYISfULLoF”FUCKINGPIGSHITLIARS”
AnDUNlIKEMEHeCAN’T
BeaRSEdtOKeePTHatTHought
TOhiMSELF





















Saturday, 20 December 2014

Scarred for life



I have been reading, and enjoying some prose style poetry written by my friend, Jonathan King whose work can be viewed on my blogs reading list. I am now trying to compose some of my own poetry in this very attractive style of writing. I find it requires a great deal more thought than the rhyming couplets I usually produce and, as a consequence, it may be some time before I can up with anything reasonable enough for me to consider posting. In the meantime, here're some lyrics I wrote to a song I performed with Peter Gilsenen a lifetime ago.


Scarred for life

I saw myself today
In the mirror in the hallway
Reflection distorted
Like Dorian Gray
I watched the picture change
Like a living kaleidoscope
A visage in patches
Features melted away

They cut my face up
With the surgeon's knife
Stitched back together
Now it's scarred for life

You can change the future
But you can't take the past away
And the picture of your face
Tells a story today
It's a constant reminder
Of the times you left behind
Every line is a pathway
To the back of your mind

And all the time we pretend to be wise
This masquerade is a clever disguise
They cut my face up
With the surgeon's knife
Stitched back together
Now it's scarred for life

But I don't cry
I was scarred for life
I can hide my injured pride
I was scared for life

I saw my self today
In the mirror in the hallway
Reflection distorted
Like Dorian Gray
I watched the picture change
Like a living kaleidoscope
A visage in patches
Features melted away

And all the time we pretend to be wise
This masquerade is a clever disguise
They cut my face with the surgeon's knife.....

.......scarred for life!

Thursday, 18 December 2014

A day off

A day off

Security at all airports in the UK
Will be non-existent for just one day
Passport control told the government to stick it
Go board a plane
All you need is a ticket

A police announcement at the same time
Said that drink driving will not be a crime
For one day only it’s not be a big deal
To drink another double
And get behind the wheel

The fire service are spending the day in bed
No fires will be put out today they said
For twenty four hours they intend to retire
So grab a box of matches
And go start a fire

From this dawn till the next no hospital will
Be responsible for anyone seriously ill
The sick will be told to go to Hell
Today is not a good one
For being unwell

In a further announcement the police released
A statement all patrolling has ceased
They’ll be no recordings on CCTV
Go ram raid a shop
Grab something for free

And all drugs are legal and kids can get drunk
Snort lines of coke and smoke joints of skunk 
There’s no age restriction today there’s no need
Go spend your pocket money
On alcohol and weed

Back to work

Woke up the next day and the news was filled
With numerous plane crashes and countless killed
No clues found no established facts
No reasons for so many
Terrorist attacks

On motorways vehicles stacked up in piles
Mangled dead bodies for miles and miles
The police have advised don’t travel by car
The roads are shut
You won’t get very far

Then came breaking news an aerial view
Of smoke so thick no one could see through
The reporter said no survivors found
Westminster’s gone
It’s been burnt to the ground

The phone rang and I sat up in bed
I answered and a voice at the other end said
I have some bad news I’m so sorry to say
Your father very peacefully
Passed away

I cried for a while got up and dressed
Feeling physically drained and totally depressed
I went outside and to my despair
The garage door was broken
The car wasn’t there

And where was my wife when this day begun?
She was busy looking after our son
Who was coming round from being out cold
His first time paralytic
At twelve years old

Back to bed

Standing in the street tears barely contained
I reflect on behaviour unrestrained
Then I turn around and shut it all away
I’m going back to bed
I can’t face it today.












Wednesday, 10 December 2014

Attention Seekers Allowance

Howdy all

..................... but honestly, sometimes one needs to get it off ones chest doesn't one?

Attention Seekers Allowance

In a bid for popularity
With a total lack of clarity
A strictly personal tragedy
That should have been kept in the family
Wasn’t private enough apparently
To stop it being candidly
And blandly posted randomly
To be judged unitelligently
By the friends of a total calamity
With a fucked up personality

And now it’s just a malady
An attention seeking travesty
A cry for help and sympathy
Sincerity and empathy
With a feeling of impunity
At every opportunity
It’s “Liked” and “Shared” implicitly 
In a tidal wave of complicity
And sacrificed specifically   
To the cause of self-publicity.