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Black Friday Madness

Black Friday
Day of gluttony
Of greed and mass excess
Of crowds; of lost souls; stupidity
And silly covetousness
Forgetting that they just don’t need
This stuff they stop to buy
Where hearts are trampled on to boost
Profits in shops sky high
And whilst the smug economy
Rubs hands with greedy might
Those fools who’ve spent what they don’t have
Will not sleep well tonight

If I Built The World

If I built the world
I’d think for a bit
Of the things that are needed
What would make it a hit
I’d ask myself questions
I’d try not to lie
And consider what improves
Our lives til we die

And asides all the stuff
Like water and fresh air
Green parks, rural spaces
And plentiful fayre
A little shelter, a fire
And a system to ease
The chances of illness
And heinous disease
I think at the top of my list
There would be
A couple of people
Call them Adam and Eve
With a system in place
That would help then evolve
A family, a race,
And a means to then solve
Life’s little conundrums
The good and the bad
A means to endeavour
Happiness over sad

And in time I would hope
That whatever they made
Would enhance what I’ve given
In the blueprint conveyed
For that would be perfect
A chance to imbue
The diversity possible
With equality too

But would I give them free will
Would I give them a brain
Well do you consider
I’d make that error again?
For it seems that these tools
That should make things so good
Can be turned on themselves
And do not as they should
Make ridiculous choices
For who would dare think
That with all that’s been given
The best thing to drink
Is the poison of plunder
The extracts of war
Consuming all evil
So that more and more
So many lives are corrupted
Ruined, wrecked and destroyed
By the things human do
And the games they employ

So if I built the world
I’d think for a bit
What makes love, hope and joy
For that’s the best bit
And the rest I would fix
In their heads and their mind
So this revised edition
Would be much more kind


A friend just posted about the perils of long legs and insufficient room on buses using the phrase “long prongs”.  That got me thinking about how many ways we have developed for saying the same thing especially as our family do “long legs” big time!  

Long prongs
Ham and eggs
Sexy gams
Mystic megs
Great stems
Scotch pegs
Nice pins
Leggy legs!


Apologies but the draft of this was uploaded and not the final thing!

He hides in binary bushes
Lingers in highway hedge
He stalks his prey with full intent
To push her off the edge
And thinks not of consequences
Fails to appreciate
That if he’s caught he’ll pounce no more
And will be far too late
To catch his steal; for he can’t win
However much he tries
For in the end the truth will out
And reveal how he lies
Leaving his cyber footprint
So desperate and empty
Tom cat beholden to his web
As mouse escapes quite free


Just Because

Is life but a transaction
A tit for tat
A deal shaken in blood, sweat, toil and tears
Is it a mere economy
Trading one deed for another
A business arrangement
Limited to a series of management decisions
Or is there more?
The unconditional?
The altruistic
Dressed in love
Wrapped in kindness
Laced in compassion
Without bill; invoice; receipt
Where simple humanity
Reaches out
Just because ….

Mr Redbreast

Little Robin Red Breast
Sitting in a tree
With black diamonds for his eyes
Peeking out at you and me
Thinking soon it will be Christmas
The season he gets fame
Yet no-one ever stops to think
And ask of his real name

For in fact he’s not called Robin
But to be honest prefers best
The name of Jim or Tom or Rob
Or just Mr Redbreast
Anything bar Robin
He flutters and he tweets
For Lord or Earl, Sir or Count
Would really be quite neat

And so as yuletide happens
And bright red chested bird
Frequents your cards and trinkets please
Doff cap as is preferred
And nod to Mr Redbreast
Be him called Rob or Jim
Or Tom or Ray or Bill or Ben
And raise your glass to him



© Francis C. Franklin / CC-BY-SA-3.0 [CC BY-SA 3.0 (, via Wikimedia Commons

Bleeding World

There aren’t enough tears to be cried
Nor near enough droplets of rain
Not enough lakes, oceans and seas
To wash away all of this pain

For the world has a gash to her heart
A chasm of untold deep grief
A bleed that cannot be stopped
Where mere words won’t bring any relief

For as long as disunion exists
Persecution and terror abides
As long as guns blast away peace
The split will open wider; divide

And there won’t be concord til the day
Humanity joins together as one
Where judgement is counselled by truth
And love in each other runs strong

Where the light of freedom shines so bright
And filters deep into the core
Where unity will triumph and bring
Harmony in place of all war


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