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 just for one day
Passport control told the government to stick it
So go board a plane
No need for a ticket
A police announcement at the same time
Said drink driving will not be a crime
On this occasion it’s not be a big deal
To drink past the limit
And drive where you will
The fire brigade's spending the day in bed
No fires will be put out today they said
For twenty four hours they intend to retire
Now strike those matches
And light up a fire
From this dawn till next no hospital will
Be looking after anyone ill
And ambulance callers can to go to Hell
It’s not a good day
For being unwell
In a further announcement the police released
A statement all patrolling’s ceased
Nobody’s watching CCTV
You can ram raid a shop
Grab something for free
Drugs are all legal 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 sweets money
On booze coke and weed
Back to work
Woke this morning the news was filled
With numerous plane crashes countless killed
No clues found no established facts
No reasons for so many
Terror attacks
On motorways vehicles stacked up in piles
Mangled dead bodies for miles and miles
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 you couldn’t see through
Reports of charred bodies and arson abound
Westminster’s gone
It’s been burnt to the ground
The phone rang and I sat up in bed
A nurse’s voice at the other end said
I have some bad news I’m so sorry to say
Your father has peacefully
Passed away
I lay for a while got up and got dressed
Felt deeply disturbed despondent depressed
Went downstairs saw glass everywhere
Looked outside
And the car wasn’t there
And where was my wife when this day begun?
She was upstairs looking after our son
Now coming round from being out cold
In a drunken stupor
At twelve years old
Back to bed
Pondering impulses unrestrained
The morning has left me mentally drained
I head back upstairs reflect on the day
And lying in bed
I wish it away










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.