ORIGINS

A thin streak of pink where the blade has been
An untold story of both accident and design
When emotions rose up, washing sense away
And no conscious thought will ever hold sway
Whilst regret and remembrance hold the line
As reluctant contributors to the saddest scene

<p>O' dutiful... the racist lies .....
For dapper knaves at play
America... America - Lady Liberty of mass mediocracy
God shed his grace on thee but look at what you've become
See what you have done
How are we to crown good when a brotherhood would send you to grave?
A burial may be better than the bed you're in today.
Politicians turned to pimps -Campaigns running as you limp.
Elected pricks prepared strip constitutional rights- judicial processes eschewed

MAKING THE CUT

It’s not just in golf one makes the cut
At the very least to avoid elimination
Even that very last short distance putt
The crowd looking on in anticipation
Failure is no option, it’s anything but
The thought of missing that ovation
One can feel it right there in your gut

BEST FOOT FORWARD

Neither of my feet made of wood
And with no artificial limb in sight
Stealing a march is a sort of theft
But without a parade, what is left
I never will step off with the right
Yet I think that one is just as good

Here, one must look but also see
In this hot war-torn Afghanistan
On patrol, there is always danger
The risk of death is no stranger
A best foot forward if you can
But must never step on an I.E.D

SAY IT WITH FLOWERS

A posy of small pink roses, just in bloom
Matched with ribbon and shoes in a lighter pink
A blush of needed colour in any room
The candle is ready to be lit, I think
Just one rose as a buttonhole for the groom
All just hoping he is not the worse for drink
Wedding days should be both serious and fun
Flowers are taken, ceremony’s begun

MY NEXT LIFE

These last five and sixty years
Mainly tears and little laughter
Yet after all this time, I’m sure
That more of this I don’t deserve
A curve in the direction of time
To climb up to the higher plane
And again, I shall wonder why
If I cry, nothing seems to change
So strange, the next life beckons
And reckons I am due a break
At stake, my long held dreams
It seems they may become real
I feel ready, and willing to see
And be grateful for my next life

ALL THE LITTLE THINGS

In a massive and complicated world
There’s often no time for little things
Tiny instances that make you smile
Or even wince, and sometimes both
Yet they are the very building blocks
That make us who we actually are
Not those elegant beautiful palaces
But the little things we’ll not forget

At five years old Lucky grew wise
If rumours were steadfast and true
But it’s not just the east, where whispers deceive
Your senses and alter your views

At birth he was given, a name that was bound
To catch him off-guard and reveal
To believe every word, is just as absurd
As a cat growing wings like a bird

Each morning at eight, lucky would wait
For the pigeon he’d come to resent
At the top of the tree, he’d perch to escape
So, he planned a cunning accent

you're supposed to have roots
in the air or the ground
it doesn't matter where
the apricot tree
has its roots and
the fruit when it falls
high with the cloud
you pick in your small
fenced in orchard
before she can take a bite
abruptly sour
and you shoot the sky
to ward off even the
beaks of her birds
it's a wonder it grows
no one is allowed in but you
in the summertime
it's like burning your pages
in a pile of smoke
like erasing your memory and

I WAS LUCKY

His grandad brought me
Nestling in his big hand
A ninth birthday present
Obviously long planned

I was a young fox terrier
The smooth haired breed
Lucky was to be my name
I even had a leather lead

I soon adapted as a pet
Clearly loved by the boy
Taken daily for a walk
Even given a rubber toy

With a garden to explore
A soft bed based inside
Could I want for more
A warm home I can abide