Lifestyle
Snobbery
The new residents at the Manor Were in a pickle, with a dilemma Their neighbors’ were rather posh With exclamations like 'Golly gosh' Keeping up appearances in other homes Is rather hard when your name is Jones. A Nightguard's Life
Autumn leaves that crinkle underfoot
The misty sky at night. The gale force winds, The thunderstorms. Such is a nightguard's life. Winter snow three feet deep, Working on Xmas night. The icy paths The double thick coats. Such is a nightguard's life. Spring birds singing a mating call, Owls that hoot at night. Flowers blooming, Gardens of colour. Such is a nightguard's life. Summer evenings bright and clear, Patrols in short sleeves at night. A cheese salad meal, Unofficial cold beer! Such is a nightguard's life. Vanity Press dear mr. electrician you're a man of distinction thank you from me and the spouse for rewiring our house. you have worked hard no wire out of place you toiled and sweated nothing neglected. but we will not pay you and here's the reason why. we will send a patronising letter tell you there's no-one better. photos of your work will appear in an album top quality, leather-bound the cost to you just forty pound. you don't have to buy if you can't afford this sum but the album will be a reminder of a job well done. It’ll Be OK Don’t worry.The head of British Gas will take a pay cut. Your favourite watering hole will never shut. There may be acid rain because the ozone layer is kaput, But someday it’ll be OK. Don’t worry. Elvis Presley will announce that he is well and truly dead. You will be given a wage to stay in bed. There may be squatters in your garden shed, But someday it’ll be OK. Don’t worry. There’ll be a non-stop funfair in your local park. Granny muggers will prowl the streets in the dark. There may be need to build a fall-out Ark, But someday it’ll be OK. Don’t Worry Leicester City will achieve the Cup and League double. Politicians will resign when in trouble. You may have to live in a pollution-free bubble, But someday, it’ll be OK. Don’t worry. Lady Gaga will become the Antichrist (or Pope). Cliff Richard will crack and start smoking dope. You may have to listen to another Tim Vine Joke, But someday it’ll be OK. Don’t worry. Footballers will not dispute the yellow card. Salman Rusdie will not need an armed guard. The next London airport may be New Scotland Yard, But someday it’ll be OK. Behind Closed Doors
When behind closed doors
Do you see The homeless The hungry When behind closed doors Do you see The children Living in poverty When behind closed doors Do you see The fighting Over desolated land When behind closed doors Do you see The killing For the religions of Man When behind closed doors Do you see The begging Diseases with no cure Do you see any of this When you are safe Behind your locked door. Happenings
What happened yesterday
Is in the past, Gone away. What happened tomorrow No-one knows Joy or sorrow. What happened today Tomorrow I will say One thing I am sure Now or when Will always follow What happened then. |
The Visitors
Oh so nice to see you at this hour Going bed? No, a dressing gown is my evening attire. what's mine is yours to share. Of course it's not too much. How much is the taxi fare? I may be a pensioner, little money to spend But what's a missed month’s rent to help a friend? I won't be offended if you have to leave I'm sure you have other friends that you must see. They will be delighted to see you at this hour Even if they are dressed in their evening attire. Fairies
There are fairies at the bottom of my garden
I told the woman next door. They are cute, they are small They come when I call. I leave food out for them at night. There are fairies at the bottom of my garden I told the men in white. They are pink, they are green They like strawberries and cream. I watch them dance around fires at night There are fairies at the bottom of my garden I told the walls in my cell. They are gentle, they are meek, They play hide and seek. Their voices stay with me at night. There were fairies at the bottom of my garden I told my other self. They were soft they were sweet, They visited me as a treat. And I ate them for supper last night! Albert In memory of Albert the Domino King, a plaque was placed above his seat:- "In six and seventy years not one night did he miss, so let's not forget Albert the Domino King.” In memory of Albert a wake was held. A free drink served to all who came. Glasses were raised, a toast proposed. "Let’s not forget Albert the Domino King.” It is often said that if you sit under that plaque, you will feel a cold chill run down your spine. For it is a ghost watching you. To ensure you don't forget Albert the Domino King. The Tramp
Shuffling, shuffling, the tramp shuffles.
One shoe too big, one shoe too tight. Shuffling, shuffling, from dawn until night. Pausing at bins, fingerless gloves. Searching for scraps with a hungry eye. A few cold chips, a half-eaten pie. City gents pass, avoiding a glance. Afraid they might see, A glimpse of things of what could be.. They told him to buy, to buy a house. To buy some shares, riches to seek, to tread on the scum walking the streets. He lost his job, the shares went bang. His wife left him for a richer man. He had no family to lend a helping hand. So he shuffles, wearing his home close to his body just to keep warm, shuffling the streets, night until dawn. Writers Block
Writing random words refined.
Rescued from the hidden mind. Inspirational thoughts are lurking Trying to show their true colours. Emotional feelings about ones life Rescued from the hidden mind. Secrets hoping to be refined. Brain moves into overdrive Looking somehow to revive. Overstretch thoughts erratic. Close to being a self-hater Knock on door, will finish later. Faith
If I was in an operating room
It would be fair to say Somebody would tell me Have faith in God and pray. But why rely on an invisible friend To help and save my life When it’s a surgeon standing over me Holding the ruddy knife? Sixty Not Out
Who is the Queen?
When all is said and done. A nice old lady who wears nice hats And in life has had a decent run. Her servants do the weekly shopping. She watches Corro when at home. And maybe like you she reads the Sun Whilst seated on the throne. Intolerance
Ruddy youths, outside my house
Can't walk to the shops at night. Hanging on the street corner. They even follow me to the pub. They ought to get a job. Instead of bothering pensioners like me. I bet they'd mug you just for being old. I can tell by the way they look. I can tell by the way they dress. It's not safe around here no more. Ths is not the best of areas. But we have to make the most of it. I feel sorry for the old folk sometimes. But at night I like to watch out for them. Make sure they get to and from the shops. It's a bit tiring after working all day. The care home is very demanding. But me and my friends enjoy the work. Returning something for what was done for us. I understand though why some are mistrusting. Maybe one day the media will report positives. And not stories that cause fear and intolerance. |