Tag: poetry

Getting Fit

I’ve started doing lunges to get into shape

That’s a big step forward, but what else will it take?

Eat less, move more it’s just that easy

But if I eat less then sometimes I can feel a bit queasy

And moving more is fine I guess

I could run to meetings but then I’d arrive a sweaty mess

Beers a problem, it’s majorly calorific

I can’t see that when I’m drinking it though

It just tastes terrific

The problem, I think

Is I do want to be thinner

But it’s a struggle when you’re lazy, drink booze and like a dinner!

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I hate TikTok

It’s making us stupid, it’s rotting our brain

Our powers of attention are starting to wane

Seconds of video, flick one to the next

Ridiculous voices read meaningless text

The cruel and brainless are starting to trend

It seems the banality might never end

‘Life hacks’ are rubbish, none of them work

And stop with the dancing no one should ‘twerk’

Vacuous faces sharing meaningless guff

Bragging about places and showing off stuff

No one cares about your ‘dirtbag phase’

Or your ‘catfish make up’ or the ‘next big craze’

So put the phone down, stop taking the pee

Before we all end up getting ADHD

I don’t usually swear, so you’re in for a shock

I just can’t, help it, I fu🤬ing hate TikTok!

(Oh, and if you don’t like me having my say

You’re only annoyed you can’t swipe me away!)

Summer Blossoms

We scan the autumn trees

Watching falling leaves

As they linger for a while

Pausing like a smile

On the lips of lovers

They dance on bare branches

Before taking their chances

Tumbling to the ground

Silent, not a sound

Joining others there below

Their flourishing will remain

In memories of the same

Young leaves of spring

Now lost until that thing

We call winter is gone and past

Then in our minds eye

Casting looks into the sky

We see our lost

Understand the cost

Our tears, our love for the summer blossoms

Death and Hope

A reflection on Jesus in the garden of Gethsemane

Death (read top to bottom)

I am dying for nothing

And I refuse to believe that

Grace will find a way

I realize this may be a shock, but

The Father has a plan

Is a lie

This is all we can ever be

In time people will realise

I am right

Fear

Is more important than

Love

I will tell you this:

In the beginning

I had a hope for all of you

But this will no longer be the truth

You are worth no more than dust

Ancient Scholars say

Death and destruction will follow

I conclude

This is the last hour of great beauty

In the future,

None will be saved

No longer can it be said that

You are God’s people

It will be evident that

You are alone

It is foolish to presume that

You have a Saviour.

Hope (read bottom to top)

On This Street

They know me at this bar

Where I sit sipping silken foam

The world passes by

A mix of the electric and the eclectic

So much life gather together

An enjoyment of all that is good

Broken only by the tearing noise of raging traffic.

Then once passed, we resume our enjoyment of all that is, and was, and still could be.

Live life with me

Here on this street

Survivor

Sometimes I can still hear the bleeping

You’d think after all this time I wouldn’t

But it still haunts me when I’m sleeping

In the light of day I can switch off and stop

But in the early hours, just me awake

It fills my head like a heavy drop

The bleeps go on

Sometimes I can still feel the pain

I should be over this by now

But maybe that’s the way it takes the sane

You push it down and won’t give in

So it lingers there just beneath

Searching always for its way to win

The beeps go on

I’m lucky though, I live my dreams

With someone beside me

We changed the beeps to blips on screens

The joy of life passed on

And kept, and treasured and more

Through my daughter and son

The blips go on

Jesus was an Emo

I’ve had a pop punk playlist running through my head for weeks now…

So…

Some lyrics

Jesus was an Emo

Said sir can you help me please?

Born as a sinner, worn out all the knees

Of these skinny jeans, looking for direction

So close to hell but living for perfection

Hear a song from the past and it feels like glory

Listening to FOB and All Time Low

A pop punk vicar with a stereo

MCR taught me all I know

But still there ain’t no way

Jesus was an Emo

O-o-o-o-o-o-o-o

Jesus ain’t an Emo

Tell me now, do you have to think?

Don’t close your eyes you’ll miss it when you blink

182 Aliens Exist, a beautiful distraction

We’ll find the way seeking out redemption

Hear a song from the past and it feels like glory

Listening to FOB and All Time Low

A pop punk vicar with a stereo

MCR taught me all I know

But still there ain’t no way

Jesus was an Emo

O-o-o-o-o-o-o-o

Jesus ain’t an Emo

Keep playing that old song it sounds so much like glory

Listening to FOB and All Time Low

A pop punk vicar with a stereo

MCR taught me all I know

But still there ain’t no way

Jesus was an Emo

O-o-o-o-o-o-o-o

O-o-o-o-o-o-o-o

Jesus ain’t an Emo

£1 Chicken

Living life right in the city, love this place tho times be gritty.
So many crims, too many victim.
Too many shops sellin one pound chicken.

Bradford city, Bradford grime.
Walking streets means spending time, with all people many equal
Many lost brothers with an urban shine

Shine be shady lost lights for days, walking through the valley of a permanent haze.
Clouds drifting from suits really smell like tango.
Different sweet smell from the hoods and mans though

Bimmer engine screaming after dark, racin through the city past city park.
Young soldier feelin it, fearless in rage.
Tomorrow’s lost soul, T&A front page

Problem shared be a problem split, problem child might end up slit.
Hand to arm wrist open out so to rest laid,
Another father gone repeat to fade, repeat to fade

Or take the pain out with chems and beer.
Sink another cheap whisky bottle here.
Or if that buzz don’t hop, Pay a visit to another magic phone shop

Hear the pain take it in so feelin it,
Pray to God that He might be healin it.
See the good in brothers light on be flickin
But there’s still too many shops selling one pound chicken