i did love her once
but now it seems inconceivable
she holds a baby
that in a distant past
may have been our pursued role
Tag: poems
White Things – Written March 2014 (Aged 38)
they are the problem
and that,
they only adopt the label, ‘working class’,
they are not really, ‘working class’
Home Elsewhere – Written March 2014 (Aged 39)
i have found home elsewhere
i thought victorian buildings would cradle me
i thought edwardian houses would design my grave
One Of The Ghosts – Written Sunday 2nd March (Aged 39)
i am one of the ghosts now
my aura sepia tinged
my centre place renamed
out on the fringe
High Horse – Written Friday 24th January 2014 (Aged 38)
it is funny,
how much a person,
will ride a high horse,
and treat the reigns like their morals
Days of Poverty and War – Written Friday 24th January 2014 (Aged 38)
Days of Poverty and War those men do leer they do all the, ‘dirty work’ ignorance wears stockings and it … More
Long Way Back -Written January 2014 (Aged 34)
you want to reach into a past but it is not real
it is a hopeful feeling
of feelings that you used to once feel
The Real Battles Won- Written January 2014 (Aged 38)
those who fought and battled
from child labour, women’s votes,
the struggles of working people
the fights that had to be fought
all to strive for a better fairer more equal society
now we have people,
betraying all those struggles
Mongrel Nation – Written January 2014 (Aged 38)
i am very tired of this,
tired of people –
too afraid to be anything –
other than narrow minded
Fearful – Written January 2014 (Aged 38)
some people seem to crouch in their fear
as if it is a way of life
an ignorant leer,
they yearn for a past –
that not only kept them warm
