Poetry

A person who's cranial capacity is cast by abject austerity remains of that mind set  even though  they may elevate themselves  to a privileged position of prosperity it will always have the mentality of a miser .

For 20 years, we used to revel in bonhomie at our favorite haunt, the Montpellier Quarter in Harrogate. We were known as the Montpellier Mice, who were eventually picked off by the birds of prey. The pubs we frequented, the Blues Bar and The Slut and Fetish, are now a thing of the past. Today, we find ourselves caught in the big dry. We lost quite a few friends to that old and filthy drink, but un...

A chalk and cheese Husband and wife with very opposing opinions on the arrival of some neo hippie neighbours with their green dream machine .

Big Manchester Pete, the hardest looking man you were ever likely to meet; his face was made for a trick or treat but inside he carried a big old heart that was softer than a boiled swede of sugar beet .

Today, the cardinal sin we call greed ultimately originated from our primal need to consume and nourish ourselves while attempting to outrun savage predatory rivals in the life-or-death struggle of our Stone Age survival. Greed also enabled us to establish stronger lineages for the future generations of our species. Later on, religion assumed a leading role and commanded that its newly discovered...

Musing about Lord Kitchener, whose saber-rattling speeches turned into sermons that garnered rapturous applause in Whitehall and Westminster. Unfortunately, his young, inexperienced soldiers were dying at a rate of 6,000 a day. He had "avoid wine and women" printed into their guidebooks for war, referring to French prostitutes. With a life expectancy of only 17 hours, contracting a little pox woul...

A poem about the complacency of our society, which is tantamount to exuding a kind of trendy triviality towards the forthcoming temperature rise of two degrees. You'd think we were talking about the arrival of a couple of cream teas, not the apocalyptic destruction of our species.

A short poem for Todd's forth birthday his name means the fox although the only thing I've seen him foraging for are lollipops from the ice box.

The last update of a human brain was in the mid to late stone age hence why we still carry the trait of wrath , some believe it's one of the seven deadly sins whilst others say its an instinct left over from the sapiens savage survival upon the African savannah .

A preacher told me that all of us come pre-packaged with the seven shades of sin, which are basically our primitive seven instincts of survival that were needed while hunter-gathering on the savage African Savannah. Through evolution and ecclesiastical endeavors, we have been trying to adapt our mammalian species to a more sentient state of being ever since.

She read mien kampt and the marquis de sade a sexual psychopath who fell asleep leather clad. A blood letting Banshee of tormenting and torture That gave no clemency or quarter ; She had an iQ of above one hundred and twenty two a dipsomaniac who'd tremble you to with DTS and night sweat you to a cold freeze.

A short sketch written about a Christmas bash spent with my old, deaf, and dementia-ridden relatives, trying to converse amidst cooking programs and war movies while choosing TV channels, can be very exasperating.

Ruby's a teenage dream queen that's been hand made in heaven to a cat walking cool talking size number seven , she glares an glints guilty as a guillotine , her temper is a mix of gunpowder an nitroglycerin.

The British boarding schools were without doubt what built the British Empire, anyone subjected to this kind of cruelty or brutal treatment could easily subjugate a sufferance over someone else especially another colour or creed which the British empire managed to achieve for a few hundred years . These Schools each had peculiar painful traits, Eton for instance use to be famous for its flagellati...

A poem written for a woman who lost the love of her life then tried to replace and replicate it only to end up living in a dreadful union of strife .

A poem for super tramp who had a very good cure for his halitosis panting out perfumed breath after drinking your bathroom cabinet dry , Slaking down aftershave aperitifs .

As you get older looking for love is similar to rummaging through a jumble sale you sift an shake through the worn and torn fragile an forlorn usually to no avail due to people male or female being stretched to the size of an old grey whale .

"The ghost in our mortal machine is like a spiritual symbiotic twin, a collaborative companion that shares in our secular sin. Silently and secretively, it hides within our sapien skin, accompanying us from the womb to the tomb, and then ultimately giving evidence on the day of our doom.

A musing for Lily's tenth birthday, with a leather jacket to match my own design of course; Mother isn't not too keen, but I have a sneaking suspicion she'd like one too. By years ten , kids of today are Silicon savvy sage a decade of age and they're ready to fledge the family fold, far too cool for school, they just let god Google TikTok rule!!.

A poem written about my rolly Polly fat flat mate who lost a massive amount of weight becoming ever so serious and slim , I on the other hand have taken his place becoming fat and happy obviously morphing to the company I've kept .

When you turn on a virtual assistant, such as Alexa, Siri, or Cortana for the first time, even as an adult, but especially as a child, it feels like you've tuned into a new god or goddess of the wisdom channel. Children of the future will almost certainly rely less on parental guidance and instead immerse themselves in 'Space-book' while being comfortably cocooned in their futuristic homes, perhap...

The third slave uprising in Rome was brutally crushed; a hundred thousand men lay dead on the battlefield, and another six thousand were crucified along the Appian Way, left to rot as carrion crow fodder, serving as a lesson for anyone else inclined to rebel against the might of Rome.

A musing about giving your offspring a strong sounding name something that will inspire an aspire them towards fortune and fame .

If ever you should take a drink with a witch make sure you leave the very same night before the break of day or the dawn of light by which time you might just find yourself in a very unfortunate plight of being subjected to a JuJu cat's emasculation bite that leaves you as some sort of strangely sculptured hermaphrodite .

The sloth is portrayed as the epitome of sin or laziness but this little arboreal adaption turns out to be the perfect green dream a hairy little leaf eating machine which has a zero carbon footprint and could save the world all on its own , we would do well to put a little of the sinful slow sloth back in our own fast food life styles in order to try and save our poor planet .