I stumble across a high building wall.

Would the world miss me if I was to fall?

Other people on the wall start to climb.

My head is somewhere else in time.

These uniformed people, I do not know.

They talk to me in voices all soft and low.

The people look desperate, just like me.

The sweat on their brow I can clearly see.

What are they saying, as I just can't tell?

But b...

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Sugar butty snacks, ‘pot luck’ for tea.

A Dentist’s nightmare, that was me!

That’s how it was then, we didn’t care.

We never moaned that life was unfair!

There was 3 of us to a bed each night.

But warm and cosy, we still slept tight!

In front of an open fire, we had a bath.

A TV in each room, you’re having a laugh!

My hand-me-downs, I looked forward to.

Not all...

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It looks like the Macca well is far from dry.

Paul can still rock, and still make us cry.

Paul has just released another little gem.

The words still flow like magic from his pen.

Down memory lane, Paul takes us on a ride.

His nostalgic lyrics made me misty eyed.

Macca recalls his very first meeting with John.

He writes about time, and how it moves on.

Paul tells us that ‘no...

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Picture our world with no religion at all.

No Heaven to rise to…no Hell to fall.

No arguing who created the land and sea.

I wonder what kind of world that would be?

Would we see less destruction and pain?

Less hatred, no pointing the finger of blame.

No God to worship, to bow to and to pray.

Never being bullied into which God to obey.

Imagine no blood shed over a ...

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With eyes closed; I heard a whispered ‘goodnight’.

I knew my time had come, I no longer had to fight.

My hand was being held, I felt kisses on my cheek.

Above the sound of sobbing, I heard God softly speak.

Lights became radiant, like a dazzling unearthly sun.

It came to me calmly…my new life had just begun.

I had peacefully slipped away, forever free from pain.

God made his d...

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Can you love someone you never knew?

Does that make any real sense to you?

I hardly knew my Dad, but love him still.

And I know in my heart that I always will.

A few very old pictures are all that I’ve got.

None with my dad, which saddens me a lot.

Today is Dad’s birthday, I stand by his stone.

I shed a tear before I make my way home.

I read the inscription, about a ‘gentle...

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In the darkness of my bedroom, I lay.

Prudence once more comes out to play.

‘Slow hand’ makes guitars gently weep.

Piggies snort away, as I drift of to sleep.

Those Ukraine girls, help me to unwind.

I picture the things in an onion you’ll find!

John’s lullaby for Julian, for Ringo to sing.

Desmond buys for Molly a diamond ring.

Into the dark black night, a black b...

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Every lonely night, I still cry at my loss.

Since the Rainbow Bridge, my cat did cross.

And patiently she will wait for me there.

Then an afterlife of happiness we will share.

Under the rainbow with other cats she’ll play.

Until we are reunited in the future one day.

Having fun in the meadows, free from pain.

She is waiting for me to call out her name.

And then once ag...

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My weary, tired eyes have now seen it all.

How time once flew, but now seems to crawl.

My past is becoming a hazy, distant blur.

If I look around now, I see less people there.

I remember the great days, all silver and gold.

When I never ran out of hands to hold.

I thought the future was a million miles away.

But time is an enemy, you cannot keep at bay.

I still have ha...

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My lovely 2 Granddaughters came home with me.

My cute kitten Suay, they both wanted to see.

But Suay gets nervous when she sees new faces.

 She runs off and hides away in obscure places!

So, we searched for her in every room to no avail.

But then I saw a glimpse of her stripey tabby tail.

She was tucked in between my bed and the wall.

Suay never once looked up to respon...

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One thing I utterly hate is PM’s question time.

It’s nothing more than a circus or pantomime.

They should hold it in a circus ring or onstage.

MP’s all acting like children of a nursey age.

Laughing, chortling and silly haughty guffaws.

Mocking, jeering and sarcastic applause.

I can just picture it now under The Big Top.

With its cast full of clowns…lying non-stop.

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Yes, my friends, time really does quickly fly.

I was just thinking how 50 years have flown by!

I left Cardinal Godfrey behind, one long ago May.

And I started work virtually the very next day!

I became a young Telegraph Boy for the G.P.O.

That was my very first job…over 50 years ago!

I delivered Telegrams to Liverpool area’s 1, 2 and 3.

Sixth Form, College or University w...

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Instruments packed away in velvet red case.

3 Chellos, 3 violins and the big double bass.

Quietness descended all over the huge ship.

Just 4 days in to her Atlantic American trip.

The band had just performed their last show.

Entertaining passengers with string and bow.

But tragedy struck as the hour became late.

Then the quintet and trio that night became 8.

As the ...

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My kitten Suay was curled up on my knee.

It was Christmas evening, just her and me.

We were watching TV, just a quiet night in.

An old festive movie was about to begin.

Very little traffic on County Road that night.

And the Barlow Lane tree was shining bright.

It was freezing outside, but no sign of snow.

Suay was my company…and I love her so!

Loud fireworks lit u...

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I will pray for a peaceful day and night.

No missiles to launch, no candles to light.

Let the children sleep tight in their bed.

For twenty four hours, no blood to shed.

Allow all the children to peacefully wake.

No families torn apart, no lives to take.

Safety and comfort, let all the children feel.

Their Christmas dreams, please don’t steal.

Please no bombs to d...

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Bertie holds a red poppy in his beak.
Tears roll down his feathered cheek.
Today is 11/11…Remembrance Day.
Bertie recalls, 1941...7 days in May.
Over Liverpool City, bombs did rain.
Bertie remembers the horror and pain.
As the ‘May Blitz’, that week was known.
Families cowering in shelters or home.
Heart breaking memories never fade.
As Bertie looks on as wreaths are laid.
To those w...

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Curled up into a little cute fur ball.

I watched her chest rise and fall.

Playtime is over, the day is done.

Tomorrow will be another day of fun!

At about 6am, she’ll jump on my bed.

Do a gentle tap dance on my head!

That’s her reminder, breakfast is due.

When her day starts, mine starts too!

Peacefully she sleeps, eyes closed tight.

To my beautiful Suay, I say ‘Goodnigh...

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Nitty Nora, the head explorer in her apron starched white.

Woe betide any bugs that would bravely put up a fight!

Any living bugs in your hair, Nora would seek and catch.

For Nora’s brutal comb, no bug alive was ever a match!

Nora’s steel comb, the equivalent of a cruel hunter’s snare.

It trapped any living creature that was hiding in your hair!

So, in the school corridor, w...

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A bronze figure sitting on a bench of stone.

She looks down at a sparrow, she sits all alone.

A handbag on her lap, shopping bag to her right.

A milk bottle from her bag peeks into sight.

Wearing a buttoned-up coat, scarf on her head.

On The Echo to her left, lies a piece of bread.

The sparrow has flown down from up on high.

They look caringly at each other…eye to eye.

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'Sorry, I’m all out of sugar for my tea’

‘So can you kindly lend some to me?’

‘Of course I will’ would come the reply.

Neighbourly chat, from a time gone by.

Playing out safely till dark in the street.

Knowing the copper by name on his beat.

Walking to school, come rain or shine.

I was lucky to be brought up in that time.

The traffic went quiet as the darkness fell...

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I live in Liverpool and Liverpool lives in me.

And that’s the way it’s always going to be!

Born here, raised here, with pride I can say.

I’ve never ever been tempted to move away.

I’m a Scouser, which makes me a lucky man.

In no other City do Diddy folk mine for jam!

I’m a very friendly person, most Scousers are.

We welcome strangers from near and afar.

We greet our guests ...

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Hello, my name is ‘Money’ and I live in 12a.

This is my new home, I moved in yesterday.

My new owners are called Michael and Fon.

They named me Money, cos they have none!

I’m a little kitten, I am about 2 months old.

I’m friendly and playful, I’m as good as gold!

Today I went downstairs to the shop below.

Were my neighbours smiled and said ‘hello’!

I love to play ...

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A City turned into a furnace ball of heat.

People’s skin was stripped off in the street.

Instantly, 75 thousand people were dead.

The August sky above slowly turned red.

Into the sky a mushroom cloud climbed.

Leaving its devastating destruction behind.

Birds were ignited while in mid flight.

Below the birds a City had been set alight

There was no escaping the roll...

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Don’t cry for me Liverpool, I have to go away.

My ‘call up’ papers, arrived in the post today.

The Army will train me to be a fighting man.

I will serve my Country and do the best I can.

Don’t cry for me Liverpool, plenty more like me.

Going off to war, to fight over land, air and sea.

Never been away before or left my comfort zone.

I will really miss my kids and my ...

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The Town Hall Union flag flies at half –mast.
Over Anfield Stadium, a huge shadow is cast.
The heart breaking news shocked us all today.
Diogo Jota and his brother were taken away.

Flowers and scarves, tied to the solemn trees.
Gently, silently they sway in the Anfield breeze.
God, please look after their family, I ask of you.
So many hearts have now been broken in two.

RIP Diogo Jot...

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What is your story luggage, are you going away?

Are you leaving Liverpool, a final ‘goodbye’ to say?

Or have you come to Liverpool, over ocean and sea?

Because part of this amazing City, you want to be!

Behind every piece of luggage, there belongs a tale.

A journey to success or a journey doomed to fail.

Luggage of all sizes, luggage of all shapes and styles.

Some luggage...

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’Hello lovely ladies, please gather round.

I’m selling banana’s, 4 cost only a pound!

Beautiful banana’s… fresh off the boat.

All yours my friends, for a one-pound note!

I sell my fruit in Town, come rain or sun.

I’m cheeky with the ladies, all in good fun.

The best banana’s in Liverpool bar none.

So, buy them now before they’re all gone!

They wrote about me in Th...

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I sit on the bench, I ‘while away the hours’.

Mum’s rose stands out amongst the flowers.

I struggle as usual to find the right words.

As I listen to the choir of Springwood birds.

All around me such beautiful things I see.

Sitting alone with nature, that’s fine by me.

It’s all so calm here today, so still and serene.

I remove my Mum’s plaque, to give it a clean.

Hovering wi...

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From The Liver Buildings, up high.

Tears, they drip from Bertie’s eye.

Through the red, foggy haze they fall.

Bertie, our Liver Bird, he saw it all.

Bertie protects our City, as you know.

Now in horror, his tears sadly flow.

Bertie saw the whole incident occur.

Jubilation and cheers, filled the air.

Then the sounds of screams and cries.

Rang out loudly, in the Liverpool ...

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Captured to a destination unknown.

And yet you awaken ‘home from home’

Surrounded by high mountains and sea.

This place is a mystery, where can it be?

With your mind, people play their tricks.

You are just a number now…’Number 6’

Don’t trust the person stood next to you.

The person in control is called Number 2.

There is no escape, by land sea or air.

The bay’s...

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Did you realise this…have you heard?

This Footy Season belongs to the Bird.

4 victorious birds upon a team’s crest.

And they left nothing else for the rest!

To Wembley Stadium, a Magpie flew.

And it saw… Liverpool 1 Newcastle 2.

The League Cup won, tears were shed.

Newcastle outplayed my team in Red!

For number 20, a Liver Bird did search.

Now it proudly s...

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Like a towering Alien with metallic jaw.

It brings down The Royal, floor by floor.

With wiry neck, all muscle and power.

The old Royal disappears by the hour.

Munching away with each greedy thrust.

Releasing clouds of dormant, grey dust.

Tearing its way through stone and steel.

Chomping away like it’s devouring a meal.

It twists, it clamps with a ferocious bite.

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In my dreams, I make my Dad proud.

I dream that I stand out from the crowd.

In footy, I dream, Dad watches me score.

I dream I’m the perfect son…and more!

In all honestly, I’ve not achieved a lot.

But in my dreams, all the medals I’ve got.

Certificates a plenty on my dreamy wall.

In reality, sorry Dad, there are none at all.

But... I’ve lived my life in the correc...

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In Heaven, did you hear the Kopites roar?

Liverpool FC, are Champions once more!

We won it at a canter…it’s not even May.

So to Yew Tree Cemetery, I made my way.

A bunch of red flowers, I left at Dad’s stone.

With ease, we brought number 20 home.

‘Not an exciting Title race’ I’ve heard it said.

But that means nothing, to those in Red!

A glorious occasion under the Anfield s...

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I have no true friends, nobody to care.
I’m not alone in this, it’s not very rare.
Lots of lonely people feel the same.
But should we feel a sense of shame?
An admission of guilt, to some it seems.
A life were friendship comes in dreams.
Am I my worst enemy, yes probably so?
I'm a very complex man to get to know.
I am a fragile man, deep down inside.
Emotions to display...but tears to h...

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Nothing came easy, 15/4/89 the date.

For every bit of truth, they made us wait.

Stuck together like glue, skilled in lying.

The first lie was told as fans were dying.

Duckenfield said fans stormed the Gate.

‘Ticketless, drunken fans, arriving late’

Some media lapped it up, mainly The Sun.

Everlasting damage to our City was done.

On mass, the fuckers threw their m...

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‘Please help us Policeman, help us please.

Don’t turn your back, walk away or freeze.

My friend needs help, he’s gasping for air.

He’s just a young lad, he needs your care’

‘Move back’ you say, that’s impossible to do.

We’re in trouble here, you must see it too.

There are fans fighting for their lives in here.

Can’t you recognise panic, the chaos and fear?

We...

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Born in 1958, Liverpool was my playground.

I asked for nothing, always felt safe and sound.

We played footy with a patched up burst ball.

Forever outdoors, until we heard our Mum call.

No telly, the latest gadgets, what were they?

We learnt to invent so many games to play!

We played where fun took us, took a risk or 2!

Often we got home…late and black and blue!

Ne...

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Such an eloquent man, robbed of speech.

End of life treatment, Heaven is in reach.

Weeks became days in the blink of an eye.

Now those days have quickly passed by.

In and out of deep sleep, I see him drift.

Every smile he manages, his parting gift.

Days became hours, his hand I tightly hold.

‘Be prepared’ I am now very gently told.

I look into his eyes, a message they portr...

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I was told this today, of which I wasn’t aware.

Liverpool’s Croxteth Park, my Dad went there!

With his Niece Janet, my Dad went to play.

To think, I was in Croxteth Park the other day!

They played football together, chasing the ball.

My Dad made Janet aware, football was for all!

As that wasn’t always the case, way back then.

And Janet still loves footy thanks to ‘Uncle L...

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I had a dream last night, vivid as could be.

In my sleep, my Mum said ‘Hello’ to me.

My Mum just talked about this and that.

I loved so much our latest Heavenly chat.

Those dreams of Mum, they seem so real.

When I’m hurting, my Mum comes to heal

My Mum, she guides me, when I’m unsure.

Just like she always did, many times before.

At times I see a young mum, last night...

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A man had been hit by a speeding train.

Secret tears shed, by a woman in pain.

Hidden deep in the pocket of her coat.

She clung on to his final desperate note.

Six black cars, through the Town, crept.

Friends they asked her, why she wept.

Her answer was one she couldn’t reveal.

She loved that man, true love to finally feel.

No flowers in her hand, not wearing black.

A th...

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Hooray…its Saturday once more!

Charlie went to dance school, lesson 4.

We picked Alex up at about 11.15.

Then to AJ’S to pursue their dream!

Next up, we went to a Café nearby.

A mini English breakfast, we did try.

From four number fives, I drew a cat.

Charlie drew a bunny, sitting in a hat!

We bought 2 toys from a charity shop.

Then Stanley Park was our next sto...

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On all female athletes, this is so unfair.

Put an end to this now, show we care.

How has Sport, allowed this disgrace.

This was surely an illegitimate race.

In an all-male race, he should compete.

Or is this just his way to avoid defeat?

No records broken here in my eyes.

Just a worthless ‘win’ and a hollow prize.

Sport, is not about an unfair mismatch.

Chasing an...

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The old Kop I loved as a young fan.

26 thousand Reds in a sardine can!

I started out in the lofty Boys Pen.

Along with lots of middle aged men!

But in 71’ a full time Kopite I became.

Liverpool v Forest, was my first game.

To the sound of The Spion Kop roars.

My hero Keegan, scored early doors!

St Etienne in 77’ the highlight for me.

To get in, I queu...

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I’ve just had one of those lovely days.

I took Charlie and Alex to AJ’s.

AJ’s is a Dance School on Long Lane.

Are Charlie and Alex destined for fame!!

Then off to Maccies for a Happy Meal.

A free sonic hedgehog, part of the deal!

We played games on the Maccies PC.

Then in Farmfoods, I got biccies for me!

We met match day cops on County Road.

I taught ...

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Sitting alone, beside a railway track.

Circles turn in my head, as I look back.

I had it all in the palm of my hand.

Stolen from me, the life I had panned.

In different directions, those circles spin.

Booming voices taunt me from within.

As I expected, the past is haunting me.

No escape from this torment do I see.

Tonight my life means nothing at all.

The Devil be...

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A poet, who wrote from the heart.

In my life, he’s played a huge part.

Oozing passion, from every pore.

Gave his all, then gave some more.

Songs he wrote, stirred the soul.

Hope and pride, his vision and goal.

He wrote of love, mourned at loss.

Helped us over many a sea to cross.

He weaved images of distant hills.

His fateful lyrics, gives me the chills.

He t...

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I stared into the window, eyes open wide.

Into then shop, I never dared go inside.

Every day, Robby The Robot I would see.

If only Robby The Robot belonged to me!

I saw pistons in action, lights would whirl.

I looked in awe, as Robby’s arms would twirl.

His head was plastic, a see through dome.

Every day, I longed to take Robby home.

One day I passed the shop, Robby was gon...

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I hurriedly rush past tree after tree.

And I only see what I want to see.

My big lonely house, I leave behind.

The thickening mist is making me blind.

I see my mansion gates, black and tall.

I can’t see beyond them, nothing at all.

I grip the locks with hands cold and pale.

Every time I try to escape, I always fail.

I let go of the bars, after I shake the gate.

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