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Happy Christmas Day Mum


 

High above the sky and all its birds.
Hello Mum, please read these words.
With every Christmas bell I hear peal.
An ache in my heart, I begin to feel.

This year I don't care for Winter snow. 
It's early days Mum, that much I know.
With God's help, it'll get better in time.
I will look for a Robin, a heavenly sign.

In such God sent things, I truly believe.
Maybe I'll see one tod...

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The Cloud

 

I look at the December winter sky.
A cloud climbs down from up high.
It blocks the Sun, darkens the day.
I hope this cloud soon goes away.

Why stop here, uninvited you are.
Please roll away into the distance far.
I know of course that it will move on.
Maybe go back to were it came from.

All clouds fade in time, this one will.
God didn't design them to stand still.
He eases cloud...

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'Can I Come With You'

 

'Can I come with you' is what I said.
As you lay motionless on your bed.
Through tear filled eyes I couldn't see.
My tears fell not for you, but for me.

As you were now in a better place.
But without you a future I have to face.
In an empty room, just me and you.
I held your hand and I kissed you too.

Tender messages I said in Mums ear.
'There's nothing now you have to fear'
I s...

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'Stay Strong'

 

So many memories, where to begin?
So many tears, I am trying to keep in.
I dry my eyes, then dry them once more.
I've never felt this way in my life before.

My Mum was never one to complain.
Mum saw the Sun, when we all saw rain.
Hospital appointments, one after one.
Where did she get all her strength from?

I'll miss those afternoon movies on TV.
Hot water for Mum, cup of tea for...

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Planes Over Speke

Saint Peter had the keys to Heaven in his hand.
As he welcomed my Mum into the promised land.
'Choose a room Lil' he says 'choose from them all'
'And pin your favourite pictures to Heavens wall'

'Tap dance if you wish or line dance by all means'
'Ramble through the clouds, relive all your dreams'
'This is Heaven Lil, where God's children are kept'
'A tranquil paradise, where nobody has ev...

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'The Last Resort'

I see a clear blue New Brighton sky.
A few harmless fluffy clouds roll on by.
Deserted on the beach an ugly JCB.
The beautiful River Mersey I also see.

A lady sunbathes, catching the rays.
Beside her a little girl in costume plays.
Her blue spade is not close at hand.
In her 2 buckets you will find no sand.

A concrete beach, stone beneath feet.
No sandcastles for this girl to complete...

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Elizabeth 'Lilly' Bartram...The Perfect Mum 11-6-36/6-11-2021

 

Not an enemy in her life my Mum made.
Role of perfect Mum she always played.
A woman of dignity, of class and heart.
So many qualities which set her apart.
Always there for me in all my 63 years.
Now today I cannot control my tears.
A Mum I could show off with such pride!
Now my Mum has Angels by her side.
As she's now at rest and free from pain.
Elizabeth 'Lilly' Bartram, my Mums na...

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Molly McKane

 

 

Buried in the Forest, is Molly McKane.

She cursed all those who utter her name.

Murdered as a Witch, a wicked old soul.

She was cruel as sin, heart black as coal.

As the flames took hold, no scream or cry.

Vanish did the Sun and black was the sky.

Whisper her name 3 times, it's now said.

And Molly McKane will rise from the dead.

From the bleak Forest, so the legen...

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2 Rooms...2 Views

Through my bedroom window, this my view.
I see the grand 'Old Lady' all dressed in blue.
A row of houses, side by side, cosy and tight.
Redundant chimney stacks, deflect the light.
Then I move into the new living room of mine.
I hear creaky shutters rise... shops open at 9.
County Road below is already very busy I see.
The 'Garden Cafe' serving their morning tea.
Beneath my window, 5 small...

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home of EFCThe Grand Old Lady is a term for Goodison Park

County Road

 

The time on my clock is always the same.
Two of my Doddy poems sit in a frame.
A guitar stands in the corner, I love to play.
A poster announces a Circus is on the way!

The 'Days of Summer' by Marc, 500 in all.
A little Eiffel Tower, has its place on my wall.
A girl blows petals, hearts they become.
A windmill twirls beneath the pale red sun.

A vanilla candle is wrapped in a velve...

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Scar


 

Another takeover, another sad case.
An ugly scar across a beautiful face.
Greed is a monster, that is for sure.
Now it's happening, more and more.
All part and parcel of footys decline.
Anybody can sign on the dotted line.
Football is now a lob sided game.
Unfair and uneven, wealth to blame.
What sort of wealth...nobody cares.
A blind eye is turned into such affairs.
Can we even c...

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'Sir Roger'


 

'Knighted' by the Kop, no need of sword.
My boyhood hero, with every goal scored.
On my red jersey, I wore the number 8.
A record maker, a legend, an all time great.
He helped achieve Bill Shankly's dream.
Part of Ramsey's World Cup winning team.
On and off the pitch, a well deserved 'Sir'
Struck a thunderous shot through the air.
One of the greatest players we'll ever see.
Still m...

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The Sunlit Yard

I look at the clock upon the wall.
The minutes today seem to crawl.
Breaking the silence, a tick I hear.
But let time drag... I have no fear.

Soon it will be time for me to go.
Do I fear the Lord, I answer no.
He knows I'm an innocent man.
I'm in his prayers, part of his plan.

Footsteps I hear and turn of a key.
Right on time, they've come for me.
Into the sunlit yard, I'm led away.
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Dinner By The River

Dinner by the River with beautiful you.
The 3 Graces can also join us too.
Across the way a Ferry, Seacome bound.
Dinner by the River, happiness I've found.

A sleepy Mersey, barely musters a wave.
The memories of this day, I'll forever save.
A speedboat leaves all else in its wake.
A crawling old Tanker, baby steps to take.

A weary Criuser, her voyage now complete.
In the cool River M...

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97 Avenue (For Andrew Devine)


       

An Avenue with a change of name.
Back in the news, The Leppings Lane.
It's now '97 Avenue' in Liverpool 4.
Another tragic death against the law.
One more life needlessly taken away.
For one more family, a time to pray.
More blood been spilt on guilty hands.
An updated song from Anfield Stands. 
Our tribute flags need changing too.
One more apology, I think is due. 
60 more s...

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Beautiful You


 

The moon looks so gorgeous tonight.
Strawberry flavour or a similar delight!
On its shadowy face, subtle hints of red.
Full and beautiful in its night time bed.

Bright stars queued up to be its guest.
In the rippling harbour, boats now rest.
Rays of colour on the Mersey shone.
Bertie and Bella, 2 guardians looked on.

Beautiful as ever, our famous 3 Graces.
Cast in bronze, 4 unm...

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The Final School Bell (St Margaret Mary's 1968)

The final ring of Junior School bell.
High into the air, caps rose and fell.
Loud shouts of delight I could hear.
At last their final Junior School year!

I looked and saw my brother there.
The same school, no longer to share.
My brother was a year older than me.
Now it will be sad without him to see.

Next term will feel strange on my own.
Big brother not there to walk me home.
Not th...

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A World Apart

 

 

With every trial, inquest and report.

One by one, all the liars were caught.

From top to bottom, rank after rank.

All walked free...their mates to thank.

 

We're not naive, we knew the score.

We were fighting more than the law.

So with eyes wide open, we took it on.

Bias and contempt faced from day one.

 

But we faced if all, with dignity intact.

We got t...

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My Lazy Day!

 

Today, no calls to receive or make.

The sun needn't shine for my sake!

I'm staying in bed, curtains drawn.

A lazy lie in day, all snug and warm!

 

Leave my PJ's on, nowhere to go.

Avoid my razor, let stubble grow!

Just the TV for company, that'll do.

I’ll watch T.Rex and The Beatles too!

 

The bag of laundry will have to wait.

My breakfast in bed at half past ...

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Sword or Pen

 

What is mightier...the sword or pen?
If words fall on deaf ears, what then?
If the written word is always ignored.
Can you justify the use of the sword?
What is more effective, blood or ink?
What makes people sit up and think?
When to every word you get no reply.
Is the threat of the sword worth a try?
Can you win battles with pen in hand?
Or is it just the sword they understand.
If...

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Courage

Mask free, I breathe in the fresh air.
I hear snide comments, people stare.
As death on every corner, I see no sign.
But if you disagree with me that's fine.

So please respect my views, let me be.
Just cross the road if you ever see me.
To stand by my convictions, I am proud.
I won't bow to liars, who preach out loud.

Their idea of Passports...liberty to steal.
They want us to grovel ...

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The Grounds of Speke Hall 25/4/2021

I had a hand sanitizer fight, which I won!
I rolled down hills, in the bright Hale Sun.
We saw trees even Monkeys can't climb.
I built a tree shelter in the warm sunshine.

We saw the shoes of a giant, what a pair!
I then looked so tiny, as I sat in his chair.
We looked for the Giants buttons and bows.
He was 9 foot 3 inches, so the story goes!

His name was John Middleton, this his trai...

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Tara Highclere House

 

Tara Highclere House, I'm moving on.
From County Road, I'll now be from.
I'll miss the lovely Stanley Park view.
Living by Anfield, I will miss that too!
No more poems about you to write.
Struggling with rhymes into the night!
But my itchy feet, are itchy once more.
It won't be the last time I move for sure!
But not too worry, I not moving too far.
Just a short 5 minute drive in my c...

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The Stain of Greed

From our shirt, the Liver bird has flown.
The stain of greed, has further grown.
The LFC Liver bird, has turned its back.
Banners fly at Anfield, not red but black.

'RIP Liverpool FC' those banners say.
As our club has slowly been eaten away.
Is nothing sacred in the quest for gold?
The heart and soul of my club to be sold.

Sold to further the riches of the elite.
A game stolen from '...

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The Sinking of The RMS Titanic (109 years ago today)

The White Star pride of all ocean and sea.

Unfairly labelled ‘unsinkable’ was she.

As who knows what dangers waters hide.

Peril can strike with every wave and tide.

 

A fresh hope and start for many on board.

She left Southampton, as funnels roared.

Passenger’s classes apart with different aims.

Titanic took to the Atlantic shipping lanes.

 

As the decks went quiet, o...

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The Other Victims / 2 People

 

The Other Victims

They may as well have died on the day.
As their life it changed in most every way.
To suffer in silence, the worst type of all.
To try and stand big...when it's ok to fall.

Trying to hide pain, memories to block.
Everyday a challenge, trying to take stock.
Trying to move on, but can only stand still.
Too much time to think, to ponder and kill.

So much anger an...

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Something

Something over, that never begun.
Something lost, that was never won.
Something finished, without a start.
A puzzle completed, missing a part.
Something returned, but never gave.
Something I buried, without a grave.
A gun that was fired, without a shot.
A Sun that shone, but was never hot.
Something that burnt, without smoke.
Something I did have...until I awoke.

 

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Those Great Days (For Stuart Adamson)

Happy Birthday Stuart, all the best 'Big Man'
I still miss you everyday, as does every fan.
Your messages of pride, I still take onboard.
Your songs of hope for all, are never ignored.
If you felt alone in your life, that saddens me.
Everyone was here for you, over land and sea.
We're still here today, proud to say your name.
Life has moved on...but never quite the same.
So I look back on ...

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Ghost Race

Grand National Day, but it's not the same.
No fans arriving, by River, Tunnel or plane.
No punters in the bookies without a clue!
Those once a year type, including me too!
Placing bets online, nowhere near the fun.
I'm a traditionalist, when all said and done!
The City Centre would be heaving for sure.
Hotels bursting with visitors on every floor.
But more important, its Aintree's day to m...

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My Decision

 

Do our duty we are told, just a scratch.
But Coronavirus, we might still catch!
And if so, it's possible to pass it on too.
So still keep our face, hidden from view.
Long term side effects, too soon to tell.
Will they silence or ring any future bell?
If a 'new variant' pops up, as surely it will.
Will the current vaccines protect us still?
The answer being, they're not really sure.
A...

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The 'Cup'

Day by day, I'm slowly giving up.
I no longer want to raise the Cup.
No point of a Cup for a year or 2.
When they always take if off you.
In every direction, I look or peer.
I see loneliness and of that I fear.
I felt love once, but that did fade.
Now of being alone, I'm so afraid.
The Cup feels great, held up high.
But bit by bit, those promises die.
Time goes on, land becomes sea.
The...

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The Lockdown Haircut Curse!

 

Next Monday, lots of weight I will shed.
As I'll be rid of the hair from my head!
Jimmy might charge me double I guess.
To sort out this unsightly, unruly mess!

They ought to have a support helpline.
With advice for men with hair like mine!
I feel a bit uneven, my had does wobble.
Can it cured by hairband and bobble?

It flops in the wind and it gets in my eye.
People call me a hi...

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Days Without You

Days without you are very grey and dull.
Of heavy, overcast clouds, they are full.
My mind it wanders, in a world of its own.
I go for a walk, but soon wish I was home.

My days without you, lack sparkle and wit.
In a crowded park, I see nobody as I sit.
I count the long hours in days without you.
Those hours drag and the sky never blue.

Unwelcome and empty, they visit and stay.
They w...

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Sing A Song (For us Tonight)

Tonight in Heaven, Doddy has a show planned.
An Easter Special concert in the promised land.
Songs of faith and prayer, the theme of the show.
Just like the choir boy Doddy of many years ago.

Backed by the Angels from God's Heavenly choir.
Will be the one and only...the Knotty Ash Squire.
Doddy will keep all the jokes under wraps tonight.
It's not that kind of show, no ticking stick in si...

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The Childe of Hale (1578-1623)

Do you know about the 'Childe of Hale'?
The man behind much folklore and tale.
As a real life Giant he acquired his fame.
At 9 foot 3, John Middleton was his name.

With just a small house, and no giant bed.
Slept with feet out of the window instead!
His snoring could be heard from far away.
Great strength he had, people would say.

And as the Childe of Hale grew and grew.
So buttons of...

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My Day

I sat in Stanley Park with my late tea.
A chicken meal, plus a coke for me!
I saw a halo like sun, pale but bright.
As late evening slowly turned to night.
I minded 3 children earlier in the day.
North Park in Bootle we went to play.
That park was full, in the glorious sun.
It felt just like the summer had come!
I sat on the bench, a little time to think.
I finished my supper, my food and...

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Attitudes

Who could you touch, cuddle or kiss?
The world had seen nothing like this.
Harrowing warnings everyday on TV.
Dig into your past, any regrets to see?

Victims became 'lepers' to our shame.
A witch hunt went on to pin the blame.
People became defensive or often lie.
The dirty tabloids felt the need to pry.

Victims coaxed to hide away in a shelł
To get through it alone, their living hell...

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Dreams

I love dreams that take me to a different place.
Where I'm happy and content in my own space.
No ups and downs of love exist to worry about.
And a place where I am rid of all my self doubt.
I don't dream of rainbows, or deep pots of gold.
I dream of happiness and the right hand to hold.
I don't dream of the sunshine or even a blue sky.
And dreams of fame and fortune just pass me by.
One da...

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'Passport'

I don't want a 'passport' to visit a bar.

I don't want a 'passport' to travel afar.

As I can live without a holiday abroad.

Pub prices, these days, I can't afford!

My 'passport' can wait to see a band.

I just want freedom to hold your hand.

A 'passport' for that, I want right away.

As I miss holding your hand every day.

Simple things in life, mean most to me.

Without tho...

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Funtime in Poets Park

With a towel, Mike made the swing dry.
Then I asked him to push me very high!
Then a volcano erupted, oh no, oh no!
Safe from the river of lava, we had to go!

The roundabout was safe, so there I sat.
The lava vanished...thank magic for that!
But then I saw a dragon and had to hide.
This time Mike and I ran away to the slide!

I made 2 lovely friends, Tommy and Lou.
And I had lots of gr...

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The Faraway Man

 

Far in the distance, a man I see.
One lonely, haunted man is he.
He gazes at both moon and sun.
He wishes his life could be rerun.

In winter he shivers, visits are few.
Turned his back on me and you.
The faraway man, sits and stares.
The world may turn, little he cares.

Winding down time in faraway land.
Wants no offer of shoulder or hand.
That faraway man, I see every day.
He'...

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No Tutor of Song (The Regent Honeyeater)

An endangered species, a bird, very rare.
Only 300 or so left in the world out there.
It means the young have no tutor of song.
As older males aren't around to singalong.

They learn their song from an older male.
But the search for elders is doomed to fail.
Now resulting in weird songs being heard.
Songs they learn from other breeds of bird.

They now do this, once leaving their nest.
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'Poets Park' (Bootle Merseyside)


I took a little stroll down Bibby's Lane.
The clouds had shifted, no more rain.
Then I walked up Wordsworth Street.
My walk to the park almost complete.
Then up streets called Gower and Gray.
Then into 'Poets Park' I made my way.
All around me I see poet named streets.
Tennyson, Longfellow, Byron and Keats.
I then sat in the park beneath the Sun
Lots of children playing, all having fun.
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'Bad Apples'

In virtually all walks of life, I can guarantee.
Bad apples will exist, I'm sure you'll agree.
Search through history, go back and rewind.
History's littered with bad apples, you'll find.

Within the Police Force it's exactly the same.
Those who fall from grace, bring only shame.
But please give all good UK cops a break.
They are the vast majority, make no mistake.

When an emergency ari...

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Happy Mother's Day

Hello to all you Mums out there.
Enjoy Mother's day, without a care.
To start the day, breakfast in bed!
No washing up, or jobs you dread!

It's not a day for household chores.
For washing dirty dishes or floors.
It's your day to relax, a time to chill.
To please yourself, to do as you will.

So loved all year round, that is true.
For all the wonderful things you do.
For being kind and...

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Every Dream I Have

In touching distance, but unable to hold.
I want your heart to escape from the cold.
So close, but I just want to cuddle you so.
But I think by now, that much you know.
Time goes on, running out of things to say.
Will my feelings be left to simply ebb away?
I'm an open book, read me page by page.
My eyes can't keep secrets, easy to gauge.
I think to myself, where to go from here?
Every dr...

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A Windy Day!

I see discarded litter swirl from A to B.
Some branches have fallen from a tree.
Trees in Stanley Park, bend and sway.
As the cold, howling wind blows today.

A Liverpool banner spins left and right.
Puffs and puffs of wind, full of might.
Not without a voice, this invisible force.
As it twists and turns, changing course.

The wind likes to roar, proving its about.
It likes to turn defi...

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Diddy Tears

The Moggy Skin Ranch was closed today.
And Knotty Ash jam in the mines did stay.
The Gravy Trains did not take to the track.
No repaired biscuits in the factory to pack.
Snuff quarries where so quiet, not a sound.
All over Knotty Ash, no Diddymen around.
Today the Diddymen had no treacle to sell.
As Diddymen tears had filled up the well.
In those wells, I saw a million tears so small.
Jus...

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A Better Place

To a 'better place' is where people go.
Sunshine if you want it, or lots of snow!
Mountains to climb, or oceans to cross.
Think of that, when you mourn your loss.

In a better place, free from rain or storm.
Free from prejudice, from sin and scorn.
So think of that, with every tear to fall.
When on bended knees, can't face it all.

In a better place, no title, King or Queen.
As everyone...

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'White Rabbit'

'White Rabbit' I said as I awoke today.
Good Luck, I hope now comes my way.
Say 'Rabbit' 3 times, and in it believe.
And a gift this month you may receive!
If you're sitting around a campfire glow.
And in your face the smoke does blow.
Then say 'White Rabbit' to the breeze.
And then the wind like magic will ease!
If ever a Witch has much evil to speak.
Then a 'pinch' of salt will make her...

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