I know that I feel nicer when I’ve spicy food inside of me I find that I feel finer when my furry feline fusses me It’s likely I’ll feel lovely if I live and love wholeheartedly I can tell I feel terrific when those troubles aren’t to mind And I kind of feel contented when I’m cosy on my own But I bet I’m even better when I get a letter from a friend. Write soon.
I feel better when I let a regret go; When I make a selection And I choose a direction, And when I find a connection. I feel better when I let a regret go; When I shake preconceptions By overcoming rejection, When I face an objection But they make an exception. And when I find a connection. I feel better when I let a regret go; When I relive a section Of a loved recollection. When I hide my inside, and I’m evading detection, When I see my reflection And embrace imperfection. I feel better when I let a regret go; When there’s garbage collection. (Tuesdays) I feel better when I find a connection.
at a bus-stop, waiting on your own,
a day of dulled cloud, almost rain,
your mind tuned to an inner moan
of life being too much grey, again.
And, say, your only company’s
a straggling hedge, a litter bin,
the road’s dirt edge, some scrubby trees,
a cold wind sanding down your skin.
But your eye wanders, say, and there’s
damp holly, leaves like gleaming glass,
wet-bottle-green; its brilliance shares
a flash-light quiver in the grass
so, looking harder, say, you see
a blackbird’s eye, his orange bill
deep in the dandelions, three
fat daisies, one late daffodil
then start to match all this to words,
your own to catch, exact – but how?
the glittering laughter of the birds?
the noise of yellow here and now?
The bus turns up. Your mind’s alive –
making, remaking: words that sway
and dance and shine, and yours to drive
forward and eager. Share them, say?
I feel better when I am awake and it’s dawn not sunset. So the day hasn’t faded and drifted away. As you can never know with my dolly mixture of prescribed pills for the body and mindsets. So a quick coffee mischievously laced with brandy and just one cigarette. This old man has allowed himself to avoid being upset. After medication it’s time for transcendental morning mediation oh to possibly float above the floor,without my body aching or mutter Buddhist mantras, dance Sufi trances,chant Rosicrucian secret practices or maybe Mindfulness: focus on a leaf for a while and find an inner smile. Busy afternoon then dusk : created to call children home and the aged to ruminate and reminisce. Night time comes, so there is the promise of tomorrow! Then I can stamp and smack my worn warm boots in the snow leave my cosmic footprint forever in returning cold. Find some warmth in the fading of the day that has been given and that’s when I feel better when I am ….
I feel better when I see your smile
I’m better when I look into your eyes
I’m gratefull I carried you safe inside
Now you are my precious child
I feel better that you give me strength
I’m better when your close to me
I’m gratefull that you give me hope
not much else could compete
I feel better now you make me feel alive
I’m better now your in my life
Gratefull for my beautifull child
I’m better now I’m a mum
This is my strength to carry on
I feel happy when I look and see …
Flowery meadows and the humming bee.
Snowdrops heralding winters’ demise,
Daffodils golden, grouping in choirs.
Crocus sprinkled like stars in the grass,
Bold coloured Tulips appearing en mass.
Buttercups, Daisies speckling the verge,
Cow-Parsley stretch up, flowers emerge.
Cornflowers gently blowing in the breeze,
Dandelions, grasses prompting a sneeze.
Indigo Linseed and Lavenders glow,
Spiky Hawthorn with it’s blossom like snow.
Wild poppies flourishing in the upturned ground,
All sights inspiring Happy Paintings, I’ve found.
On a billboard
black shining hair
and bright blue eyes
with a wide smile
I am not buying it.
On a newscast
dirty brown clouds
I am sad and angry.
On a plaza
amongst a crowd
a face shows fear
I point the way
he proceeds home.
I am pleased to have helped.
On a third date
laughing as one
leads to flirting
and future plans.
I am at last in love.
Once I was a child innocent and complete. I thought world my Oyster my friends and I were the elite. No problems or worries we could not defeat. Secure in the knowledge as we played in our Street. Adventures abound the occasional frown. Spirits so high sad thoughts seldom found. And if there was Spite or a rival to fight, Our anger short lived was gone overnight. Dependable neighbours. greetings cheery and bright. Community spirit friendships held tight. We shared our emotions the highs and the lows. Whatever the weather our doors never closed. Children no longer run in our streets crying with laughter stamping their feet. Children no longer play in our streets. Welcome warm sunny days, smiles sticky with sweets. Children no longer play on our streets.
OVER THE CITY
FOOTBALL FANS TOSS AND TURN WITH INSOMNIA
ALL OVER THE LAND
THEY WAKE UP WASH AND PULL ON THEIR BELOVED SHIRTS
THEY KISSS THE BADGE WITH PRIDE
THEY LIVE FOR IT
EAT IT DRINK IT TALK IT
ANXIETY RUNS THROUGH THE SCARF
WITH A STRANGLE LIKE GRIP
NERVES JANGLING HEAD TO TOES
THE TOWN IS AWASH WITH DRUNKEN FRENZY
AGGITATED MINDS ROLL THROUGH THE STREET
SADNESS RULES THE MIND OF THE HOOLIGANS
TABLES AND CHAIRS FLY DOWN THE ROADS
MOTHERS AND CHILDREN CRY WITH FEAR
THE BLUES AND TWOS SORT IT OUT
AND SLAM THE DOOR SHUT
THE FAITHFUL STRUT DOWN THE HUSTLE BUSTLE STREET WITH JOY
CLOSE TO THE GROUND EXCITEMENT RUNS THROUGH THE VEINS
HAPPINESS COMES FROM THE SUN
THE TURNSTYLES RATTLE RATTLE RATTLE
THE PLACE IS BUZZING
THE BEER IS FLOWING
THE SONGS HAVE STARTED
THE CHANTERS ARE CHANTING WITH PASSION
EVERYONES IN THEIR SEATS
EXCITED ANTIPITATION FILLS THE AIR
THE FANS ARE WARMING UP
SINGING SONGS TO RILE THE OPPOSITION
IT SEEMS LIKE HATRED WITH ANNGER
TWENTY MEN CHASE THE LEATHER
THE CROWD ARE GOING CRAZY
TO A FRENZY
CITY SCORE A GOAL
THE HOME CROWD GO BESERK
ECSTACY AND JOY FILLS THE STADIUM
CITY WIN THE GAME ONE GOAL TO NIL
THERES NO NEED FOR A NARCOTIC PILL
THE DRUG IS FOOTBALL AND FOOTBALL IS A DRUG
AND EMOTIONS RUN WILD
GLUG GLUG GLUG
shields. Bee hive
body like a tiger – striped
fur. God of life and carnations
pollinating seeds. Tribe of warriors
killer bees, boxers of venom, sting
like a bee, float like a butterfly.
Aliens of rare species. I was stung when I was 27,
on Narbourough Road, near Enderby –
bee, bee, bee. It was painful,
swelling in my hand. I tried to kill the bee
I still like them
I bear no ill will
Sun angels in spirit
buzz around the sun
Rainbow bees of creation
Bees see all colours except the colour red.
Does the colour red present danger to bees?
Do they feel it’s a threat to their domain?
They are active agents in the insect world,
pollinated and thriving in the thoughts of summer.
They produce the most delicate of honeys
profusely ﬂying, a secret host, never seeing red.
I’ll be waking up at the crack of dawn.
Two laps jogging round the park. It’s time to say
goodbye to that low frequency of fear of procrastination.
Tim to raise V vibration. I’ll rewire my brain.
Existing in a higher state of mind.
One that expresses love not fear, a positive outlook.
I shall spread that love like
butter on hot toast. Bringing light to the darkness
Injecting hope in the faithless. It really is
the only way to spend your life.
We are all in the pursuit of happiness.
Pluck up your courage.
Don’t be afraid of the change.
Knock on the door and if it doesn’t open
break the knocker and push it in.
In the past bereavement and self-doubt
but now I’m heading for the high
and new achievements like a pioneer.
The warmth of my breath will melt the mountain
and the tremor of my feet will open the path.
All those people who tell you
can’t take their words and knit a scarf.
Don’t let them win.
Dark, peaceful at the top of the house
it lies there, its soft bulk, mother lap.
The comfort of birds resting in nests,
sucks in all tiredness, takes off weight
I ﬂoat like a feather,
enter the world of seraphim.
The thick plank
decorated with colorful quilts
making me drowsy,
once I tuck in.