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Walk in My Shoes.

Walk In My Shoes.

 

I've known you since we were at school.

You took the serious side of life.

I spent my youth trying to be the fool.

Yet it was you who had friends by his side.

 

Education set you up for a fabulous career.

My childhood qualified me to fail.

Nothing fazes you; you had a hard veneer.

I play catch up in the wake of your trail.

 

Sometimes I envy ...

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Devil in the Priest

Devil In the Priest.

 

The man with a white collar and dressed in black said hello young man and welcome back.

I had been here before, before I had run away hoping that finally my social worker would listen to what I had to say.

It was normal for someone who is only a child, that they assume everything we say just means we lied.

Once my social worker left, I was taken to my room, ba...

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Christmas Morning

Christmas Morning.

 

It is Christmas morning I run to a member of staff

I say happy Christmas, but they just brushed me off

I go to have a look under the bright coloured Christmas tree

Searching high and low to see if there are any Christmas presents for me,

 

The member of staff came over, I looked at them rather expectingly

He said, why would you ……….. have any presents, ...

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It`s Out of Control (They All want Revenge)

Its Out of Control (They All Want Revenge).

 

In the heat of the sun

The people run.

The dogs howl out.

There is fear about.

Children cannot play.

Adults dread every day.

Soldiers play hide and seek.

The public get no peace.

Thousands die.

in full view of the world's eye.

Missiles and bombs fly.

Flashes lighten up the skies.

Sisters kneel and pray.

Brot...

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What Do I Tell The Children.

What Do I Tell the Children.

 

I am a man I must accept the pain.

Another love I have lost again.

I freely gave you, my heart.

You happily tore it apart.

 

We welcomed you into our family.

Thinking we would all live quite happily.

Engaged you in my children's lives.

Believed all you're conceited lies.

 

You left us sitting on our own.

Just sadness and regret ...

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Love and Hate. (What is the Difference)

Love and Hate. (What is the Difference)

 

What is the difference between love and hate, are they different because I find it impossible to separate.

Powerful feelings that gradually take control, all inhabiting and consuming leaving you nowhere to go.

Dictating your moods and all their swings, mixed and conflicting emotions they always seem to bring.

Slowly eradicating the inner san...

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When We Are Young (Good Over Evil)

When We Are Young. (Good Over Evil)

 

When we are young, we are told good over evil will always prevail, as I've got older, I am starting to think that was an optimistic fairy tale.

When you look at the world around you today from a neutral point of view, it appears that good is in decline yet the evil still grows.

Good news on the television is very hard to find, just full of wars, ha...

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Having a Bad Day.

Having a Bad day.

 

Today is not a good day inside my crazy head.

I spent the night tossing and turning in my unmade bed.

My legs and back are reminding me how old i really am.

I have got pain everywhere today, including in my bony hands.

 

I am irritable and impatient to the core.

As I trip over the clothes that last night I left on the floor.

My head is full of anger a...

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Tommy and John (Where Did Tommy Go)

Tommy and John. (Where did Tommy go)

 

Tommy and John playing in the playground, they have been friends for a long while always chasing each other around.

Sometimes playing conkers or playing football, sometimes just chatting sitting on the little wall.

One day Tommy asks John do you think we will always be friends; John says to Tommy I think our friendship will never end.

Tom patte...

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Mummy`s Love (Hidden in Anger)

Mummy’s Love. (Hidden in Anger).

 

I can feel my mummy's love I know it's in there somewhere.

As the hands rein down on me, I know somewhere inside she cares.

I can feel my mummy's love even though it's hidden in despair.

I know she has a lot of love to give but the anger is always there.

 

I can feel my mummy's love as my ears ring with a bout of insulting words.

I am sure...

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You Should Be Looking Over Your Shoulder

You Should Be Looking Over Your Shoulder.

 

What is in your heart that tells you, you have the right to terrify the children at night.

Is it the keys that hang from your large waist or the badge that says you're allowed to work in this place.

What joy do you get from the pain that you cause and all the games you play behind locked doors.

Why do you always walk with a smile, is there...

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Back Under The Stairs

Back Under the Stairs.

 

You little ……. come over here.

Smack around the head now get under the stairs.

Taken by the hair and shoved into the dark space.

Slamming and locking of the door, this is my naughty place.

 

What have I done wrong I am not sure.

I accept the punishment as I have many times before.

Left for hours in the dark and cold.

Through the door I can hea...

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Poetry or Not (That is the Question)

Poetry or Not (That is the Question).

 

I write my poems mainly in rhyme.

It helps clear my head and give me Peace of Mind.

I don't plan or rehearse any line.

Just write what's in my head at the time.

 

I have no idea if they are any good or not.

And frankly I couldn't give a toss.

I won't win any prizes for my writings.

But other poets I will not be questioning.

 

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Change is Coming (But Keir it is for the worse)

Change is Coming. (But Keir It Is For The Worse)

 

I gave you a promise, but it didn't mean a thing, you had to have something to believe in.

I offered change for the better for our great nation, yet all I do now about the past I keep complaining.

I feel it's better for someone earning £30.000 to get an above inflation pay rise, then for the elderly of our country to keep warm on a win...

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Change of Heart

Change of Heart.

 

The search for what I want is finally no more.

Someone has just opened the door.

No need to stress as the day goes by.

I have no reason to always cry.

 

Bounce out of bed with a smile on my face.

Thinking good things instead of feeling a disgrace.

Confident of what the future has installed.

I get the feeling it's time to party we are going to have a...

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Anger Is Boiling.

Anger Is Boiling.

 

The fuse has been well and truly lit.

Every day that passes adds more fuel to it.

The kettle's boiling I cannot turn it off.

I am at the point of no return; I have just had enough.

 

Pressure is mounting, Mountain High.

I am so angry with the lies and life.

I want I need some understanding.

Do not think I am needlessly complaining.

 

Too many...

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Morons and Sheep (Reflection on the Riots).

Moron’s and Sheep. ( British Riots)

 

All the young morons charging down your streets following anybody like a flock of deranged sheep.

Reading the messages on the Internet saying we are fighting for our country and for you. Believe in every word they see and hear without the interest or intelligence to check if it's true.

They had nothing going on in their lives I need someone to blam...

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Mothers Tears in Her Eyes (Returning From War)

Mothers Tears In Her Eyes. (Returning From War)

 

John was 16 and his father gave him a letter to read.

He has been summoned to sign up and go and fight for peace.

He got issued a uniform and a gun.

And his father waved goodbye to his only son.

 

So, with the memory of his mother's tears in her eyes.

John and his friends head for the skies.

Off to fight in a foreign land...

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Angel in the Sky

Angel In the Sky.

 

On a cold winter's night.

I saw an Angel in the sky.

He was looking down on me.

I heartwarming sight to see.

 

I shouted out hi.

To the Angel in the sky.

But the Angel didn't reply.

In the blink of an eye.

The Angel flew by.

 

I shouted hi to the Angel again.

Yet the Angel never turned.

It turned out the Angel was not a friend.

I ...

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If You Play with Fire

If You Play with Fire.

 

Don't strike that match you will cause a fire.

Watch slowly as your dreams will go up in flames.

All your hopes and wishes will expire.

You will only have yourself to blame.

 

Your future and freedom are in your hands.

After all these years have you not learned.

It’s so simple, what do you not understand.

If you play with fire, you will get bu...

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Queen of our Land (she was a Mum to)

Queen of Our Land. (Family Troubles)

 

A woman who has authority control and total respect, had a large delinquent family and our ever-growing nation to protect.

A strict disciplinarian but guided by strong morals and ethics, she possessed an abundance of humanity and kindness for those found to be less perfect.

Her eldest was a man who waited an eternity for his destiny in life, with ...

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Closer To The End (Goodbye To A Friend)

Closer To the End.

 

As my time gets closer to the end.

I want to say something to my ex-lover and my friend.

I have prayed every day that we were together.

Wished your love would have been forever.

Till a natural death with you by my side,

And all my fears and worthlessness behind you I hide.

The pain and hurt just gets worse every day.

All your feelings gone, and you h...

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Patient (Looking For Love)

Patient. (Wishing For Love)

 

Here we go on the road of love again in search of more than just a friend.

You meet and you get on well spend hours on the phone with the stories you tell.

Revealing secrets of many years talking to someone who really hears.

The truth behind the things you say and can brighten up your day.

You have hardly seen each other but you get that feeling like...

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Saucepan

Saucepan. (Domestic Abuse)

 

Please take that saucepan out of your hand, because I don't want you throwing it at me or hitting me with it again.

With that violent temper of yours you need to get some help, try thinking about the rest of us instead of just always thinking about yourself.

People would not believe me if I told them I get physically abused by you, what I must put up with t...

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Youth of Today

Youth of Today.

 

A large part of the youth of today think tomorrow will be the same as yesterday.

A future is something they find hard to see or believe, it's a poor dark and troubled world in which they live.

So much to say and contribute, but no one to listen, education and parents in skills completely gone missing.

Left to raise themselves in unruly neighbourhoods, trying to sur...

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Cereal To Eat

Cereal to Eat.

There is a different man from yesterday sitting at our breakfast table

Touching, kissing on stepmum and eating our cereal

Maybe she didn't tell him that's all we have to eat for the day

I am sure once he has got what he wants like all the others he will be on his way

Another young man who passes through our house at night

She chases his manhood and pushes us all to...

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Cool Dude

Cool Dude.

 

Hey man how you are doing today.

He only talks in a kind and friendly way.

Chill relaxed not a care in the world.

Dressed in a way that is a sight to behold.

A man who is happy in his own skin.

In his own world he is merrily drifting.

Problems that would knock me off track.

To him just water off a duck's back.

His deliberate slow swagger as he walks down ...

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Voices (In My Head)

Voices.

 

Turmoil inside an ageing mind

Voices screaming shouting arguing.

Tell me what I should think and do.

Showing me everything except the truth

Constantly bringing up my past

Memories of the bad are the only things that seem to last.

Please ask the voices to quieten down.

Please ask the voices to just leave me alone.

 

Discussing everything I ever did wrong.

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Big Jimmy The Bully Man

Jimmy the Bully Man.

 

5 Ft 11 big Jimmy the bully man.

Trying to find the smallest child he can.

He wants to have some fun a knock someone around.

In the corner little Pete is the one he found.

Big Jimmy started to slap little Pete about.

Little Pete was too scared to cry out for any help.

He flung his leg as hard as he could, big Jimmys balls it was bound.

Now big Jimm...

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Bloom

Bloom.

 

The sun is out, and the flowers are starting to bloom

As they gracefully open, they become part of nature's food

An array of colours as far as the eye can see.

Joy to the world of natural beauty

Just gazing at this kaleidoscope of colour you feel at peace.

Will the wonder of nature ever cease.

 

Nataiella (2019)

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So Confused (What`s Going On)

So, Confused. ( Whats Going On)

 

John wants it to end soon.

Maggie's talking to the man on the moon.

Derek got a dustbin on his head.

Joans always swinging the lead.

Pauls trying to learn a new lingo.

Ethel's been playing bingo.

Dave's taken his rabbit for a walk.

Tracy has decided not to talk.

Martin has brought a collection of guns.

Sarah is desperately trying t...

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My Step-Mum Has Passed Out Again

My Step-Mum Has Passed out Again.

 

She is passed out drunk on the settee again.

Another night another boyfriend.

I tried to help her to bed up the crooked stairs.

Don't know why I'm bothering; she doesn't …….. care.

Hearing things that should not be heard by a nine-year-old boy.

She will be in bed all day until this evening where again any man she will be willingly receiving.

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Take My Wife Away

Take My Wife.

 

Is she, is she not.

Is she sleeping with someone else.

Is it possible it might stop.

Maybe I'm torturing myself.

I don't care if she is.

As long as he takes her away.

To be happy again is all I wish.

I don't need her to stay.

He is welcome to my miserable life.

All I need is her to tell the truth.

Please come and take away my wife.

So darling ...

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Rid You of All Your Troubles

Rid You of Your Troubles!!!.

 

I read in a book to rid you of your troubles.

Get a load of paper and write all your problems on it.

Then throw them out the window and your thoughts will disappear, what a stupid prick.

I am gullible and so in need I did all that.

Now on the path below is a large pile of crap.

And strangely enough my life is still full of shit.

 

Tobani Se...

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Netanyahu (Hidden Agenda)

Netanyahu. (Hidden Agenda)

 

We gather to condemn Putin for the invasion of Ukraine, the mass murder of innocent people and young children.

The world is united that he should not be allowed to repossess this wonderful land, together we work hard to derail this vicious man.

Yet at the same time we watch Israel try to eliminate Palestine, we collectively and happily supply the bombs to r...

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I Have a Gun (But we can talk)

I Have a Gun (But we can talk).

 

I have a gun, I might die.

You have a gun, you might survive.

We might both survive, or we might both die.

But do we know the reasons why.

 

In our hearts do we know what we are fighting for.

Or are we just following orders from the 5th floor.

Have we misunderstood something we read in a book.

Is it true what they told us; did we take...

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Heat or Eat

Heat or Eat

 

Another wonderful decision from the Labour Party, the party of change for the better of our country.

Removal of winter heating payment for a lot of the elderly, while MP's expenses ensure their own homes are heated nicely.

Huge pay rises for already well-paid train drivers, while many OAPs, it will be heat or eat they must decide.

I am not saying all OAPs are living on...

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Sir Keir Starmer, (Wolf in Sheep`s Clothing)

Sir Keir Starmer.

 

I got voted in by the public by a huge majority the largest majority in modern history, am I to take it the people of Britain really like me.

Or maybe there is another reason we haven't seen, some people say I got voted in because of hatred for the Tories, totally fed up with the conservatives for whatever reason it is I am now free to do as I choose, as many votes as ...

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Wounds To Mend

Wounds To Mend.

 

I feel like I have been cut from the inside out.

Just to make sure not once but twice.

The open wounds sting with the tears I cry inside.

The pain I'm doing my best to hide.

 

Come lend an old friend a helping hand.

I need the healing to begin and the wounds to mend.

Time is not doing what it said it would do.

I can't forget and every day I am still ...

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Blinded Light

Blinded Light.

 

I walked along the road a little more.

My feet were aching and very sore.

I can see the blinding light showing me the way.

Making me feel like tomorrow might be a better day.

My body is getting tired, and I am breaking down.

It feels like I still have miles to go on this sodden ground.

The road seems to go on forever and never appears to end.

But I conti...

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Bemused and Confused

Bemused and Confused

 

I am so hurt and completely confused

Walking around, dazed and bemused

Once again, I trusted and cared

Private feelings I did share

My heart opens, like it has never before

Now I am lying on the floor

I gave everything I had

It was all good and no bad

I loved like there’s no tomorrow

Now I am filled with pain and sorrow

I was patient to th...

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American City

American City.

 

Shot in the head lying face down in the ground.

No one had seen who did it, even though there are hundreds of people around.

The rain is helping the blood flow down the street.

Someone has already stolen the trainers from his feet.

The crowd gathers larger with their phones in their hands.

Not worried that he is dead, just want to be part of movieland.

Pier...

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Wonderland (Children`s Paradise)

Wonderland.

 

Welcome to Wonderland said the man with a made-up face.

Remember young man this is not a sad but only a happy place.

As far as the eye could see children just having fun.

Not a single child playing on their own.

The smell of fried doughnuts floating through the air.

Freshly made candy floss sticking to faces and hair.

Huge bowls of ice cream big enough for fou...

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Fishbowl Death

Fishbowl of Death.

 

Jack and John have been best friends since childhood, cheeky chappies running around in the same neighbourhood.

Having the usual Friday night out on the town at some out of reach club where the dubious type of characters hangs around.

Greeted by their friends each displaying the different stages of fun they had been having, generally it was good behaviour with a ta...

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Glastonbury

Glastonbury.

 

I have just been watching Glastonbury on the television, why I'm the first to say it is a spectacular occasion.

Thousands and thousands of people gathered on a Somerset Farm, the sole aim for a few days is just to have fun, fun and fun.

A mass gathering of people with complete diversity, people representing every section of today's society.

Abled or disabled, black or...

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Having a Bad day

Having a Bad day.

 

Today is not a good day inside my crazy head.

I spent the night tossing and turning in my unmade bed.

My legs and back are reminding me how old i really am.

I have got pain everywhere today, including in my bony hands.

I am irritable and impatient to the core.

As I trip over the clothes that last night I left on the floor.

My head is full of anger and ra...

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Heart Skips a Beat

Heart Skips a Beat.

 

Every time I see you walking down the street.

My heart starts dancing and skips a beat.

I want to shout out to you just to say hello.

What your answer would be I guess I will never know

So I just watch as you sashay on by

With those bright sparkling eyes and a beautiful smile

As you slowly disappear far out of sight

I only have memories all those wo...

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Do Not Do The Crime

Don’t Do the Crime.

 

Clunk of the door, freedom gone.

Turn off the key you are where you belong.

10 by 6 your room for a few years.

No one here will hear you cry your tears.

As the saying goes, if you can't do the time don't do the crime.

 

Nataiella (2024).

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4 in the Morning

4 in the Morning.

 

Hey what's wrong I have a funny feeling.

It's four in the morning and the voices are not talking.

I am a little confused because I am feeling OK.

Maybe, just maybe I might have a good day.

Yet I am sure when the sun comes up that feeling will fade away.

And today will be just the same as yesterday.

 

Nataiella (2024).

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Happiness in His Face

Happiness in his Face.

 

The dog with his head out of the window the breeze roughly in his hair.

His lips curled in the wind and his flapping ears.

Frothy saliva being sprayed all over the glass.

For nothing more enjoyable could the dog ever ask.

Flying down the highway of freedom.

Making everyone smile as he speedily passes them.

All you see is genuine happiness in his fac...

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