On the run, on the moors

Can’t do it anymore

Physical, mental, punishing

Cold, foggy, grass glistening

Breath in front of face

All that empty space

Impossible to feel fingers

Biting frost lingers

Unwanted, unmissed, worn

Clothes in a state, all torn

Return to home in woods

Between bushes near a brook

Sleeping bag hung to dry

Out of the regard of others eyes

Tins of beans all to eat

Would kill for some meat

Surrounded by branches and dead leaves

This luck he would never of believed

Solitude, loneliness all he knows

Rejected waster, way it goes

Living this each and every day

Months now, this his only way

Been attacked, spat on, urinated on too

Drunken men, nothing better to do

He’ll take, steal do what it takes

No choice now, life at stake

Feel sorry for him for where he is now?

He manages, we wonder how.

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Taken from my second poetry book

When you hear the word freedom

What do you think?

Speak openly, no propaganda

Work, live eat and drink

We are fortunate, very in fact

Not killed for speaking, protests or acts

We are not in camps, malnourished, ill

Doctors a plenty, pharmacies dish out pills

Pushed into slavery, sex toys, prostitution too

Simple life, coffee, work, family, house, true

Complain, go on, tired, no money, stress

Our life is easy when we consider the rest

We have freedom, we can achieve, obtain

Reflect before contemplating about your pain

Others are worse off in poverty

Others escape war and certain death

Others eat rationed rice

Others live what they call life

Will you think about their freedom tonight?

Their country with practically no human rights

This poem is a thought about them

One day we’ll make a difference, when

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Taken from my second poetry book

Life getting you down?

Chin up my friend

Your not crazy

Stop going round the bend

Stay positive

Live life to the full

Embrace your lover

Grab the horns of that bull

Cherish every moment

Even the bad

Do something different

Be a lad

Be adventurous

Do something daring

Life’s too short

You should be raring

No regrets

Dont you dare

Come on you

I wanna see your flare

It’s coming now

I can see it in your eyes

Your a joy to behold

Lost your disguise

It’s not for me

Do it for you

Go on my friend

To yourself be true!

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Taken from my second poetry book

Hey, be positive, take it in your stride

Life getting you down? Poke it in the eye

The do’s and dont’s are very clear

Chill out, relax, have a beer

Dont be down, why that face?

Go to it now your happy place

Boss a jerk? Doing your head in?

Get him back, car keys in the bin

Partner mean? Treat you rough?

Leave their ass if you’ve had enough

Are they better than you? In your eyes

Stop being negative, no need to despise

Had an argument? they get the better of you?

Be bigger then them, agree, what it takes to do

They cannot keep you down if your positive enough

Even when it hits the fan and you feel rough

You are strong, you do matter

Look at your life, it’s not in tatters

Examine the good, do a few good deeds

Say “on this day I do decree”

To march forth with a spring in your stride

Because by gosh chaps, I’m happy to be alive!

01/11/2017

Taken from my second poetry book. Find it here