Don't fuck with Poets! 

Are you aware

do you already know it

about the dangers of being a poet.

 Loving cup

Here in this cup, this cup I call plenty,
I offer, I share until it is empty,
please! It comes with no notion,
no intent, but honest emotion
Please share a cup with me.

Proper gate.

Born a mongrel of two nations

and having been bitten by them both

I as a young man swore to myself an oath

forever would I sit here, high upon my fence

until you stupid people would start to see some sense

there's no difference between you except your mother tongue

and even the air you share is natures only lung

so quit your petty squabbles and put aside your hate

as my fence is old and it needs a proper gate... 

Oh! Caerphilly.

My home town, its aright mun innit, see!

It has a very well kept Castle that is worth a visit!

And a Cheese that is both crumbly and creamy!

Oh! Caerphilly.

Profanity rolls from my tongue 

blatant truths that I have sung

out of all of the things 

I could have done

but then again 

I'm from Caerphilly..mun!

"Don't be silly shop in Caerphilly 

Its not funny it'll save you money 

Come on over the choice is yours 

Its all in Caerphilly Stores!" 

(Radio advert, Red dragon?)

Random poems from waking early...5am

Fuck jar sauce!

Struck with fear
quaking in my boots
"Oh my god am I an artist
can I really paint!"
I carefully set my brush aside
I think I'm gonna faint
quaking in my boots
struck with fear
I've come over all queer!
"Oh wait I dont give a fuck what you think!"
I said while painting like Dali but in pink.

Elf

It's like Christmas
and I'm up high upon a shelf
I'm stuck inside feeling sorry for my self
I'm dressed in green
and guilt for all to see
what's to become of me

Obvious.

It was obvious that my life was catty wampus 

as I slowly realised I was being pompus

It was obvious to see for everyone but me

that my life was obviously catty wampus.

Bit later.

I can be very grumpy

and easily un-amused 

"keep that big fat gob shut"

unless you wanna be abused

so If you like shin kicking

and being patted 

violently like a pet

pop round 

have some tea

I haven't started yet!

Procrastination is the thief of time

They* say "Procastination is the thief of time"

I say "he's not! he's a friend of mine"

its you that wastes the hours

and the minutes in each day

and blame it on Procrastination any way

but he's very forgiving and easy going I must say

and very good at chatting and never in the way

so next time you have a minute or some time

upon your hands remember that it's not

wasted its time you had not planned...

*"They" the them of us.

I am not a political animal, I'm not a fan of politicians of any party..but

 Shut the fuck up!

Stop your groaning 

Stop your moaning

This isn't some radio phone in

Hold your tongue 

Talk to the hand

Your castle mate is built on sand

Your point of view is obviously corrupted 

Stop acting a like a puppet that's been Instructed 

Your lies are a case of pure corruption 

Spewing from some hideous politicians oral eruption

Step aside and do us a kindness

It not like the pandemic gave us blindness...

Let's keep it simple.

Let's keep it simple folks

I'll make it plain

I have a plan in mind

You may find insane 

Let's take back the country 

It's very easy thing to do

At the next election

Dont vote for blue!

Party on

As the country dies

I'm fed up of tory lies...

Morphine Dreams.

I worte these in hospital, I was on a lot of morphine, ive not changed what I wrote.

Morphine Dreams

as the gentle buzz numbs you from the exestential dread

the little dread inside you consumes you from the feeling of being dead

Tea!

the still quiet tricks the mind to slumber

bodies placed amoung the clicks and the whirs and beeps

await the clattering rumble

mouths salavating

in anticipation of the brown wonder

that with cheery repast

will bring forth tea!

the art of quiet

like a grapefruit on a diet

The title fails me

his manner impailes me

his apparent air assails me

feel better about your self

grow down.

but to ask

but to ask

the nose of truth ever searching for wonder

the nose passes by this number

be he well

be he still in dread

be he walking

full and fed

my hope is for the later

to this nose

tis amother matter!

Poems with the word "lottery" in them. 

I need to win. part 1

 I need to win the lottery before I pop my clogs

before I lose my sanity that very box of frogs

Ive got the winning numbers I hold them in my hand

they are written in a special code that no one understands

I need to win the lottery before I pop my clogs

and leave it to a sanctuary for homeless cats and dogs

I want to win. part 2

I want to win the lottery before I pop my clogs

before my wife turns bitter and my life goes to the dogs

ive got the winning numbers I hold them in my hand

they are written in a special code so as no one understands

I want to win the lottery before I pop my clogs

I wand to live out in Alaska in a house made of logs

Im gonna win the lottery when the fat lady sings

along with pigs sporting golden wings

its the rich that keeps your money 

and spends it on shiney things

come on you fat bitch let me hear you sing!