WEATHER FROM HELL
Friday was warm all 75 degrees, just like summer.
We went out and got drunk – what a night we had.
Out in only jeans and t-shirt it was that warm.
Now over the bank holiday the rain came down for three days.
I said what will happen tomorrow. Will we have 12 feet of snow?
Well, it is snowing now and getting worse. Don’t blame me,
I only asked the questions. Now it’s the turn of hail to fall,
to pound the earth into submission.
TURKISH EXPERIENCE
Arrive tired but with expectations going crazy –
“Is this it, are we here?”
Dawn comes as we get to the hotel
as breakfast is served but not for us,
so we hit the sack.
The week flies by, a crazy hassle
of barmen and traders
“You like leather jacket?”
Now amazed by ancient temples and shaken
by an earth tremor we are learning to relax
in the warm June sun..
There’s a week left now,
all the days are precious
with so many moments to be enjoyed.
Just imagine what else we will see.
KNACKERED OLD TRANSIT
It’s had its share of fun as my old transit.
For ten years it’s carried me about with a load
of lumber here, there and everywhere.
There’s holes in the bodywork and the back springs
have gone, but this is still my van in all its rusty glory.
Sooner or later I’ll have to get another one that is brand
spanking new, with digital stereo, airbag and alarm.
Will this last ten years and be as reliable as my old trany?
NINE
1,2,…8,9 glowing sunsets turn the horizon liquid gold.
Each one a manmade sun, a sight that God would behold.
Such is the awesome beauty in the death
of nine million people in as many seconds.
This is man’s power, so destructive in his ways
that he is almost like a God. But unlike God,
man can only destroy himself and his world.
CEILING ROSE
An alabaster ceiling rose is ever so delicate,
a round swirling pattern that is a joy to look at.
It used to be white but now it’s all yellow
with centuries of grime and age old smoke.
People stop and wonder what went on under
the hanging lights, what was said, who loved
who and who dared to dance close.
Today the huge dance hall is empty
and the ceiling rose and lights have nothing
but a sound of silence for company.
QUEEN OF HEARTS
The country and the world have been brought to its knees
through mourning. A princess has died, it’s such a waste.
She was Princess Diana, the Queen of hearts taken
so tragically from us. No one can replace
the loss, for she was truly unique.
Slowly the pain will heal
but the sense of loss never will.
Our hearts go out to you, Diana.
Rest in peace.
OLDHAM TOWN
It’s a town full of all types of people –
bums, alkies, druggies and thugs.
There is a type of person to suit everybody
and the local pubs are full of them.
Take a trip down Yorkshire Street
to Yates and No 62’s and there are dickheads
galore all wearing designer jeans
and silk shirts acting hard.
The women aren’t much better
with gym slip mums and flat slags
who are yours for the price of a drink.
This is Oldham, our glorious northern town.
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