Monday 30 September 2019

Steve Bray Has Something To Say

Top Man


Steve Bray’s a hero in our midst
He’s calling out alarming
Persistent with his megaphone
A parliamentary Prince Charming

He’s got the gob for speakers corner
Calling out the lying sods
Who pedal rubbish on their bikes
Pretending they’ll spend wads

It’s all about believers 
Those who do and those who don’t
Those who think it’s going to do them good
And those who know it won’t

Trekking



Rolling by with a rumbling thump
Not planning to stay the whole day
Down in the gravel bumpety bump
Like a crowd in a theatre foyer

In a  simple state of being me
Moving slowly aimless ambling
Kidding myself that I was free
To walk on the wild side rambling

Over the high hills traveling far
Best foot forward contemplating 
Setting sight on a whatever star
On the way mostly meditating

Thursday 26 September 2019

Hazy Days



Walking in the land of nights
Spending sleep in costly days
Muffled memories of other times
Something hidden in the blaze

Wondering where the next one was
Halfway through the looking glass
As the fear of hunger cried aloud
A need that will not pass

In a minute and we’ll move along
Before we go just one more drink
Though nothing changed as if it could
For they'd lost the will to think

That’s how it was for those guys 
Who suffered from intense desire 
Diseased with needs within themselves 
They walked their world on lines of fire

I wrote this after hearing that my brother had died alone and undiscovered for days. He was an alcoholic who never got help. Moreover, that although he made it very clear that he didn't want help, I suppose we didn't try hard enough.

Sunday 22 September 2019

The Fooligan

Hoptanglish by David Catchpoole

A piece of baggage full of troubled times
Malicious ruined wilful taker
With eyes brimmed full of greedy plans
A mayhem perpetrator

Grabbing clasping no remorse
Who seeks to stifle friends who meet
Cannot countenance a knowing smile
Will curse the beggar on the street

Intruder stealing broken hearts
Nobody’s bridge where others can
Will laugh away the darkest day
A senseless trickster joker-man 

Saturday 21 September 2019

The Cumberland Snack


I took a trip to Cumbria
Sausage sarnies on my mind
To taste the meaty chunky texture
Around the way they curly wind

Not inundated with a bunch of herbs
More a peppery black and white
A spin particular orbicular
A sausage centric pleasant sight

This double munch a perfect lunch
In crusty rolls or sandwich bread
Five hundred years of feast perfection
One platter matter thoroughbred

Friday 20 September 2019

A Trifle Light

 “Imagination is the only weapon in the war against reality”
Lewis Carroll


Sitting thoughtless in a reverie
In a shrouded kind of game
Where everything is all at once
Without a label or a name

Interrupted by a background swell
A call within demands attention
Sending undiscovered answers
To solve a hidden misconception

Then all at once the picture changes
Finer detail now returns
Locks undone and slots connect
For now released from all concerns

Tuesday 17 September 2019

Moments On Purpose



Counting keeping
Waking sleeping
Giving into being
Standing here
Staying near
Looking without seeing
Eating drinking
Always thinking
Hoping to speak out
Talking loudly
Standing proudly
Turn a whisper into shout

Sunday 15 September 2019

Wood



‘Knock on Wood’ the saying goes
Feeling fortunate indeed
Let the gold brook streaming here
Keep my good luck guaranteed

In my forest home surrounding me
My heart of refuge understood
The splendour here bestowed on me
This grove abundant ‘Knock on Wood’

‘Knock on Wood’ and feel the beauty
It is the odour of good luck
The very best of value brought to me
‘Knock on Wood’ the loggers truck

Breath in deeply while these moments last
The air exchange has changed for good
The forest now recycled
A fruitless plain pleads ‘Knock on Wood’


Friday 13 September 2019

Hard to Know




Taken as read as we misunderstand
Signals we send and receive
Making assumptions based on a look
Once our minds are made up we believe

Demeanour is often a first base to judge
When condemning or giving our trust
Maybe that's why the con gets away with a wrong
And the good get the brunt of unjust

Judging a book by its cover
When things we don't like we condemn
Closing our mind and being unkind
Where the lair of unfair slurs the gem

Thursday 12 September 2019

Frightful Mess



They’re known for going on a bit
When questioned on their mission
Blatantly ignore requests
Merely answer with derision

They claim to be custodians
Yet they skirt and twist and turn
Denying any chancy outcomes
Will result in crash and burn

They say the people are behind them
Looking forward to the day
When hands are washed of many friends
United dreams just fade away

Tuesday 10 September 2019

Funny Money


In a world of cashless magic
Transmitting money for your change
You’re never skint boracic lint
Unless those signals rearrange 

When shopping finds you paying cash
With coins and notes you pay a bill
All you give is what you must
No paper trail beyond the till

Governments don’t like hardware
Prefer to track your every penny
Keep weathered eyes on those with loads
Repressing those who don’t have any

Each day is scanned and data dated
Nanoscopicly  contained
In vaults too small to see at all
Nor where it’s gone if they are drained

Societies cannot keep up
With the way that cashless plays
The world will dance to cache implants
Let’s hope that honesty still pays

Then one day when the doings done
Every loose string tight and tied
There’ll be no drifting off the line
You'll  wake up snubbed ‘Access Denied’



Monday 9 September 2019

I Wouldn’t Bet On It



Inside ‘my me’ is quite content
To make or not make observations
Waiting for that time of daze
A blinding flash of transformations

The questions I most often ask
Just in case I get a clue
Rarely get an explanation
In the wake of much ado

My perception is that I exist
Inside and outside me
Often times I’m not so sure
When I think unconsciously


Saturday 7 September 2019

Wilfully Me



Surely there is more than this
Where all I know is my opinion
By coincidence in my meagre space
In this dream I am a minion

I sit here consciously aware
With not an earthly reason why
Observing that all living things
Eat eagerly ‘til they die

The dead lay waiting buffet style
They must now provide a share
To avid patrons revelling
Enjoying such abundance there

Friday 6 September 2019

The Ballad of Big John Bully

From now on votes count


When a nation in stagnation
Cannot meet its obligation
Plots and schemes abound at large
To rule the mules and stay in charge

Do as you’re told do as I say
The rules we make you must obey
For we divide the cash you make
And we decide who gets the cake

Only us who reign the reins
Understand what power gains
Though we no longer rule the waves
We’ll decide the way that leaving craves

We are the spitting blood machine
A nation winding up its death machine
We need no friends beyond homemade
From here on in we aim to rule on trade

Just a few of us are all we need
To rule the roost on high and supersede
Removing rights ignoring plights
When darkness falls on crystal nights

What you're seeing now you have been warned
Such arrogance on freedom scorned
There’ll be no need of any opposition
If 'Extremely Right' assumes the new condition



Wednesday 4 September 2019

Conjuration Hexplanation

Harry Potter books removed from school library because they contain 'real' curses and spells


A school is on the lookout
For spells that spell out curses
Having chatted with their exorcists
They now suspect satanic verses

They’ve put Harry Potter to the question
With inquisition style
Claiming hexes and enchantments
His invocations will beguile

Strange it is that Halloween
With its trick or treating charms
Where evil eyes attract a prize
And no one’s up in arms

No doubt about it J K Rowling’s tales
A masterpiece of magic fiction
Enthralling readers of all ages
Will cast a spell on interdiction 

Tuesday 3 September 2019

Autumn's Door



September speaks a different voice
There is an air of subtle change
Hot freedom that the summer gave
Gives way to Autumn’s rearrange

Leaves wave and chatter grandly
Prepare their journey to return
Laid down to feed a nameless future
In new orders turn by turn


Sunday 1 September 2019

Spray Away

A scientist’s guide to life: how to smell nice By Helen Pilcher


If you find your armpits flagging
Out of kilter down and out
If the people standing near to you
Begin to twitch and shift about

Cheer up there are solutions
That will set your armpits free
For its all about bacteria
Brand new Aroma Therapy

Good bacteria bad bacteria
Where the good replaces bad
To renew your armpit empire
Prevent your buddies going mad

Transplant is the key they say
To uproot surface nasty swine
Your armpits sing like early spring
Refreshed and feeling fine