In 2006; I got the writing bug; after producing quite a collection of work I put it together in paperbacks and raised money for Charities/Organisations. I have now had my work read out on BBC local radio, printed in magazines, local and regional newspapers, printed in anthologies.had a series of work published in the local press, been on local and regional Radio reading out my work. After attending some local open-mic events, being asked if my books are available, they can now been purchased at; Thackeray’s Books Arts & Crafts, Denton, Manchester. www.thackerysbooks.co.uk Hope you enjoy this sample
What’s the answer? No one’s being racist the West just can not cope A land of milk and honey, homeless this their hope Help is what we offer, resources falling short Poverty, growing yearly, many getting caught Sometimes sounding selfish, not caring for our own Many living on the streets, nowhere to call their home Food banks, many charities, folks are ever kind All the devolution, what’s happening to mankind? Saturated our own problems, we never sort things out Shuffling round the figures, won’t turn things about Do we have the answer or will we just implode With all the evil out there; world set to explode Olympians 2016 Planning and training; Team GB on their way loaded and packed on the jet Now out in Rio, expecting much more, a new medal tally was set Then in the pool our breath stroked away, a medal the waiting was over New record made landed a Gold, heads up; now we’re in clover Team GB, then got into gear, bikes sped around on the track In every sport, again we excelled, now there’s no holding back The ladies of hockey, equalled the chaps who years back had been very bold A penalty shootout, finished the job, brought back the medal of Gold Our best performance since 1908, 19 days of competing a blast Tokyo next, with funding to boot, we know our improvement will last Sixty seven medals on their way home, team members all proud and hearty Para Olympians now our support is for you; in Manchester we’re ready to party Bradford Pit Early beginnings at Bradford Pit, ten miners made their way To dig from shallow workings, then a seam of fireclay Used for lining furnaces, firebricks they are made Brickworks put upon the site, blokes are getting paid From this then, the mine strived on, in 1854 More employed to dig the coal, deep shaft producing more One of the deepest, of British coal, became a ‘super pit’ Three million pounds was spent up top, area was refit Looking like a village surrounding its mighty tower In fifty eight merged with Ashton Moss, coal producing power Deep and steep the Bradford seam 800 tons a day Working shifts, day and night, them lads they earn their pay Seventeen hundred miners, money from black gold But one thing led to another, problems were foretold No longer making profit, September sixty eight Coal Board had the final word, locks put on the gate A family that worked the pit; for years went down the shaft All the years of mining of hard back breaking graft Finding Love When you’re young, love is a must A virile young male sometimes drawn to the bust Not all will go there like legs and the bum A nice fitting dress always bangs the right drum Women I think look for fit looking hunks Hope there’s a six pack when seen in their trunks But in life of love there isn’t one voice Each individual has their own choice Never know when, just does, and its boom Can happen on the street when you walk in a room In early years courting, it’s worth a prospect This love game is not; be kind, show respect Years lie ahead, work through trouble and strife When found the right person commitment for life Black Friday Just popped out for a paper, two feet inside the store Shop was like a battleground, chaos and much more Everyone was pushing and grabbing what they could Then a bloke got one in the face, I guess it was first blood No more normal queuing, morality has now gone We’re shopping for a bargain, we’ll batter anyone We have gone mad, we’re getting worse, greed is making us poor Credit cards well in the red, but still we’re wanting more This thing came from the USA, like sheep consumers spend Black Friday, black eye, a barmy day, another crazy trend
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