Divorced by modern life
I used to know many a folk, until life got beyond a joke,
People changed and wanted to say everything was "great"
If it was all done their way.
No thought or understanding of others' needs
Just give me, give me, more and more,
I think it's called greed.
Gone are the days when it was nice to stop and say "hello".
Now people would rather say "Oh, must not stop, I've no news, must go".
I miss the nice people who used to be around,
The ones who felt nice to be with, they had a nice sound.
We would all feel so nice just to be there and see true friends often, not just once or twice,
But these times have gone now, never to return.
I suppose you'd say there's a lesson to be learned.
But what's the point if no one cares,
You're better alone away from the stares.
Keep yourself to yourself and never stray,
Just try to be what you want from day to day.

Alone again
I'm older now and on my own, I live in a remote part of Wales, just me, my dog and a phone.
I never see people from day to day unless I go to my nearest village seven miles away.
Most times of the winter I have no phone, "the wind blows the cables down" and that's when I feel really alone.
It's handy having the phone for a doctor/vet and hoping maybe a wrong number I might just get.
I call, to ask if there's any mail for me as I'm always home.
I feed the wild birds no matter how the weather has arrived,
The blue tits and sparrows are in the hedge,
(I like to think I keep them alive).
They come and feast most all the day and the table's empty by darkest time of the day.
I wake in the morning thanks to nature's clock
Two rooks tapping on the empty wooden bird feeder every day spot on 8 o'clock.
They're shy and don't like much fuss.
But they come to visit my dog Sam, yes, the two of us.
Despite winter's harsh nights and day I wouldn't want to change my way of life.
For city life and company 'no way'.
There's no waste in any shape or form everything's used even when it's worn.
All my food is good proper grub, that not only fills you up,
But it's full of protein that does you good
Yes, I've a small cottage that sits alone.
It's painted white and it's got a phone.

My best friend and me aged 4 1/2 & nearly 3
My best friend really thinks the world of me,
She's 4 1/2 & I'm nearly 3.
She shares her potty after she's had a wee,
I can't do as much as her because she's 4 1/2 & and I'm only nearly 3.
We do everything together, and when I'm 4 1/2 I hope she'll marry me,
We can't get married just now because I'm only nearly 3.

Today I'm sad,
My best friend said she won't marry me,
She said she's only here to keep an eye on me every day at this time while me mum makes tea,
And she said she's never ever going to marry someone so young as a baby of my age,
She's 4 1/2 and I'd always be younger than she.

So life goes on and all I can do is try and find a new future wife that's more my age, someone nearly 3.
And then we'll be the same age, me as her and her as me.

DON'T YOU FEEL DAFT READING A POEM BY A BABY AGED NEARLY 3?

Did you throw a stone for me?
I worked so hard for that first holiday,
'Newspaper round and market gardening',
Always saving never spending,
That was the way.

It was our first time we didn't do anything together,
It was an adventure for us both,
Me walking the hills and mountains and the YMCA,
But we didn't know we had said our last goodbye that day.

You played a game I'd showed you, without danger, so I thought.
One you could play on your own, just use a skill just throwing a stone,
Make it bounce as many times as you can
And dedicate that stone to anyone, me mum me dad or me nan.

I've thought many times, did you, as you continued to throw,
Have any idea the tide was turning and coming behind you, nice and slow? (I hope you didn't know).
Your life was minutes away from the end and I was about to say goodbye to not just my brother but a future friend,
Had I been there, we'd have thrown stones together but with a very different end.
I'd have thrown a stone for you, 'A seven bouncer' you would see,
But did you throw any stones just for me?

SORRY!

Goodbye old Tom, the laugh's on us
Well it's goodbye to old farmer Tom,
His life's clock has stopped and failed to run.

He was a countryman through and through
The kind that would talk to anyone,
Including strangers like you.
He was always dressed the same, some say the war was to blame,
Those Germans let their bombs fall from the sky all landing on Tom's farm,
But he never knew why.

He always said as you gave him a free meal,
"I've got God's free air and friends like you,
So is there any more of that stew?"

Yes, we all felt very sorry for poor old Tom
Who's now left us for that mansion up there,

But he's had the last laugh,
We heard he died a multi multi millionaire!

Real tears are wet
She told me he's popped the question,
He's asked me to marry him,
I'm so thrilled it's just not true.

She'd forgotten we were once an item too.

I said I was so happy for her,
But knew I had to get away then,
Just walk away anywhere.

My mind was a mess, the thought, the feelings I've still got for him.

His way of telling me he'd met someone new and not to hate him, just except we were through.

But to find my best friend was his new choice was a bolt out of hell,
I remember then, just like now, my eyes starting to swell,
The tears started rolling down my face just like now and my broken heart would never repair, never set.
My tears I've found aren't dry ones but loving and hurt ones that, like rain, "are wet".

Mist of life
It started the day you were born, your father held you in his arms,
He looked at you and thought, 'You're so beautiful' and that fresh smell of baby flesh,
He gently put you back in your cot and watched as you sucked your thumb,
He was so full of pride he didn't know the BEST was to come.

The years passed and you became a young woman aged 18
With a figure any of today's beasty girls would kill for,
And your face and hair all just perfect, many a man's head would turn as they stared,
Yes at 18 you had the lot.

Now you're old and in the nursing home in your peace you sleep,
The body has changed and so have your looks,
Grey hair has replaced that what was so long and fair.

Now you sleep most of your time, that girl that once had the lot is now leaving this world,
"Her final minutes spent in her adult cot".
I've this box of pictures of you and your life, everything from birth to you becoming a wife,
Your time and effort you gave to me when you decided your time had come and I made you a mum.

All these memories I'll lock in my mind's box,
So I can look at them in private when ever I like and I'll label the box
THE MIST OF MY MUM'S LIFE.

Bullyboys
New house, new school uniform and a new school to start today.

He was a little chubby boy 11 years of age always happy and smiling, never known to rage,
Never had a fight in his life, always trying to help everyone, no trouble, no strife.

His mother called him down to breakfast and a word about his new school,
'Always be good and try hard and don't break any rules'.
His reply as he looked at his little sister with a big smile and a wink, was 'Yes mum, cool'.

His mum dropped him off at the big school gates
(She didn't know it then but this place he'd soon hate),
And as he insisted 'Don't come in with me mum it wouldn't be cool'
She watched him walk into the school yard,
He looked just right in his new school uniform and carrying his bag and his new unworn mac
And then he turned and with that great big smile waved and she waved back.

He was spotted within a minute or two,
'The bully boys' surrounded him and stuck like glue.

'What's in your bag, fatman, and how much cash you got?'
One put his hand in the new boy's pocket and said 'Look what I've found',
Within the count of 10 he was hit and lay crying on the ground.

His bag empty just like his heart, then the gang boss spoke
'We don't like you fatman, you're too clean, too smart',
A few more kicks and slaps just to add to his pain,
They told him to bring more money tomorrow or he'd get the same again.

As they walked away, he felt so glad but then the gang boss turned around and said,
'Don't tell anyone like the teachers or your mum and dad'.

Breaktime arrived and he felt so scared and sad but thought I'll do as they say,
Get more money and won't tell anyone, not even mum or dad.
He thought by doing what they'd asked he'd be left alone,
But inside he knew this was a hopless task.

Weeks went by and he changed, no more big smiles, and not much sleep,
His eyes looked puffy due to his daily weep.

He couldn't understand why these people hit him every day
And begged his mum to let him not go to school but in his house stay.

Then the shadow of fate played its part and on coming in from school late
He went to his room sat on the bed and cried out in silence and wept until he hurt to deep,
He'd taken all those pills and fell into a deep sleep.

His mother shouted again and again for him to come down,
Breakfast was ready, and come down now to the ground floor,
But our new boy wouldn't be going to school anymore,
His life in this cruel bullying world was ended.

That next day all the kids in the school yard made a line and bent their heads to the ground when told to pay respect,
But at the back of the line, kneeling on the ground, was the latest 'Newboy' weeping soundlessly,
Trying not to make a sound, his pockets empty, his bag opened to the ground,
He was empty and sad with those words echoing in his ears
'Don't tell anyone not even your mum or dad'.

A new bike and pride
Have you ever thought what it's like
Not being able to ride my new bike?
It was bought because I'm 5,
But makes no difference that bike I still can't ride.
I push it and tell my friends it's not true,
I'm not riding it because I'm tired through and through.

My new bike looks nice and new,
"White wall tyres" and paintwork that's blue,
The chrome all shines very bright, but doesn't help me ride my bike.
Oh I almost forgot, my new bike's got a hooter on the handle bars to warn people to get out of my way,
But I still can't ride it try as I may.
Do you think I should get rid of my new blue bike with its hooter and try to ride a scooter?
There's a lad down my street, said his dad's put blocks of wood on his peddles so he can reach the seat,
But I still find riding my new blue bike one hell of a feat.
I cried today, because my bike I couldn't ride and me mum told me dad
"I've got hurt pride" and when I was going to bed, she said that lad's bike is easy to ride anyway because it's painted red,
And she said mine will stay newer than his (that lad down our street),
But me dad said "Thank God you've got feet".

Me granny said, one day I'll be full of pride, when I learn to ride,
So I'm writing to God, I've an envelope to put my letter inside,
Asking him to send me some of this stuff called pride, AMEN.

Waiting for her turn
The old lady stood at her door telling the window cleaner how her husband had died the year before,
And how he was a wonderful man, she said she just couldn't have wished for more.

As she paid the window cleaner his sum,
She said she felt so lonely, so lost,
She just wanted for her time to come.

She wanted to be with her husband,
She said with great speed,
He always said he'd wait, oh yes indeed,
There's not much point in me being here,
My world stopped when I lost him last year.

I pray every night asking God to look after my late husband,
And then I kiss his urn and hope God has pity on me
And says Come unto me,

IT'S YOUR TURN.

9-11 TRIBUTE.
Remember Me.
Remember me as I go away for I was your yesterday,
Remember me as I turn away, all our future plans must now stop and become yesterdays,
Remember me and try to remember when I was yours,
Please try to let go a little as they close life's doors,
Good bye.

I've everything but now't
People want so much that I have but I've nothing really.
Only material things like the homes, the Rolls, the face, but now't.

Inner feelings are the only things that really count,
Those things you can never say like 'I saved the world today',
But the part called the Third World has now't.

Why do I feel so much pain for those who have nothing left but a little hope and a lot of pain?

No I've now't really, nothing to gain,
I've done it all and it's left only guilt and the feeling I've left it too late.
I'd like to leave this world in a state that's full of peace and love, full of clout,
'But it's hard when really I've already left as we all come here, with 'now't'.