Posted on 25th Sep 2021
I would rather... I would rather forget about the virus, pretend that it doesn't exist. I would rather people were equal and treated each other with respect. I would rather we could survive without material things. I would rather love were the only thing that mattered, and I would rather, much rather that you were still alive. But none of this is possible, so, I will bubble along inside my bubble until finally, it bursts.
Posted on 23rd Sep 2021
R.I.P Joe Here, the remains of bungalow Joe, Cop signalled stop, Joe thought she meant, no, Which, when you are driving a forty-ton truck, On a freeway, in rush hour, is more than bad luck.
Posted on 22nd Sep 2021
Death of a bee The miniature tiger lay perfectly still, frosted wings motionless, quite clearly ill. We all have to die but I still had to try. I laid the poor creature on the old water feature, hoping that drinking would stop her from sinking, but this beautiful thing, the size of my thumb nail, breathed her last breath and sadly succumbed.
Posted on 13th Sep 2021
The Hospice "Where is your neighbour?" "Passed away, in the night." "Bloody hell, that is awful!" "Why, I'm alright." "I got his sausage, pinched from his plate." "Sweet Jesus, dad, he was your mate!" "It was no use to him, so why shouldn't I?" Defiant, the look left me wondering why does it boil down to this? We steal from the dead, wait till they're gone so that we can be fed. Then it occurred, that really he cared, his bedside bravado, meant he was scared. The following morning, my father had passed. Who'd got his sausage, I reflected, downcast.
Posted on 7th Sep 2021
Not my turn A hearse went passed me today, Luckily, I wasn't in it, Though, as I have one on the way, I did stop and check, for a minute.
Posted on 25th Aug 2021
Destiny Whether from Harrow or Eton, We are all destined to be eaten. No matter how upper our crust, We are all of us, heading to dust.
Posted on 24th Jul 2021
Just a thought
Pacing the floor
whilst searching for more
inspiration, a thought
pops up and is caught
in Hobbo's nonsensical head,
his life spent composing,
but now decomposing,
perhaps he is already dead!
Posted on 23rd Jul 2021
A Twilight Age
We reach a twilight age,
When every pristine page
Has already been perused,
Thumbed, digested, used.
We've been there, seen it, done it,
Fought our corner, sometimes won it,
Heard gross tetes and bigger cheeses
Spout the nonsense they think pleases.
Bloody conflicts, costly war,
God knows what their fight is for.
What do all these deaths achieve,
When millions more are left to grieve?
We've borne disease, lived through pandemic
And seen how greed can be endemic,
Witnessed poverty, violence, hate,
Some things, they barely fluctuate.
Of course, we've seen the brighter side,
Loved and laughed until we've cried,
Blessed with children, watched them growing
Up contented, happy showing
Nurtured wisdom, common sense,
A bouncing back resilience.
Our parents having guided through,
It's mirrored in our children too.
We've sung, we've danced, we've had that ball
And money's never been our all,
We know the value of real friends,
A lifetime shared until all ends
And now our race is almost done,
We've made the most, we've had some fun.
One mystery left, take note, remark it,
What happens when we finally cark it?
Posted on 19th Jul 2021
The Note Son, I am sorry. I had always hoped that your mum would go first. Finding her like this, cold and lifeless, has broken my heart, torn me apart, literally. I love you and your sisters, and the grandchildren, of course I do, but mum was my rock, my strength, my support, my raison d.etre. Life without her would be unimaginably bleak, an existence, not a life. So, I am sorry, but it's my choice and there are worse ways to end everything than a bottle of best malt and some happy pills. When you find us, take comfort in our togetherness and tell the others that we love you all, always.
Posted on 8th Jun 2021
in excruciating agony,
flat on his back,
burning his lungs,
each dying gasp
an inhuman noise,
a call for mercy,
a plea to me,
it was cruel
When I procured
I gave no thought
To how protracted
his death would be.
I felt ashamed,
but then again,
I hate flies.