Arse hole

Arse hole

Ive met many an arse hole

But you? You stand alone

Even in such happy times

You find ability to moan.

What a bloody misery

Does it pain you to smile?

To say something that may be nice...

Once in a bloody while?

Too happy finding fault in folk

Busy searching for the bad

What happened once upon a time

That made your life so sad?

So quick to judge yet not be judged

You push people away

You want them all to listen...

But don't care what they say.

Always putting people down 

Pulling bit by bit

Making them feel worthless...

Arse hole full of shit.

You have to be so in control

Your stubborn... And what's more

I consider myself lucky love

That i found the bloody door.

I have many a fault in me

I'll be first to admit

But i know you'll not get far in life

Arse hole... Full of shit.

So wallow in hateful bitterness

I'll bounce back, because that's me

I'll be happy on my own

You be happy...misery.

In later years to come

When you've grown up a bit

You'll realise faults lie with you...

Arse hole full of shit.

Memories laid to rest

Memories laid to rest

I stand by a patch of heaped soil

 Next to a small wooden cross bearing your name

 I place flowers with care and talk without speaking one word 

Taking a trip down that old memory lane. 

 It's a long painful walk, down that memory lane

 I play with thoughts inside my mind 

So many questions were left unsaid 

Answers now I'll never find.

 The wind is cold and sharp and icy 

 The crisp leaves gather where you lay

 Wishing you well in the next life

I leave my memories with you today.

Lost and lonely dreamer

 

 

With hissing thoughts at me and spitting words

"you're a lost and lonely dreamer of the night"

 I'd rather be a lost and lonely dreamer

than be lost and lonely in your world without sight.

 

Words that pierced in my heart like stabbing thorns

on a rose that's standing bare beneath the rain

me, a lost and lonely dreamer of the night

you a thoughtless fucking arsehole yet again

 

 

 

 

 



Soft Echoes

Soft echoes 

When I close my eyes I picture the crystal glow of a glistening sea
and see your smile as bright and vibrant as a glorious sun.
When I awake on a fresh new day, gaze out upon a frosted street
into a mysterious, white blanket of fog within the skies
I hear the soft echoes of sweet memories
floating by like a song upon the wind.
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 While you were sleeping

 

I  lie awake beside you with playing thoughts inside my head
as i watch you sleeping with dreams that dance beneath your lashes
listening to you as you breathe so gently,so softly
I stroke my fingers through your hair.

I tenderly circle your lips with my fingertip
remembering those beautiful words you had spoken directly to my heart
whisper "i love you" and rest my head upon your chest.

My love is sheltered and hidden away
as i am so afraid i will love you with everything i have
and if you walk away i will be left alone and lost
in a lingering emptiness

Your heartbeat plays like a muffled drum in a distant parade
as the rain outside pounds heavily against the hotel window
your arms wrap around me drawing me closer
I realise that moment...like a thief in the night
you had reached in and stolen my heart...

while you were sleeping









 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



Just as it was before...

 

 

Still she keeps your slippers by the chair

and hangs your jumpers on the line

as if nothing has changed, like you're still there

and life goes on just fine.

 

She polishes your glasses with such pride

and places them with care upon the shelf

trying not to show the hurt inside

she thinks no one will notice but her self

 

She puts out two cups for morning tea

almost like she can't accept the grief

at times she often calls your name

and I look on in tender disbelief.

 

I guess you being there is all she knew

without you in her life she bares the pain

 i'm sure you're up there feeling the same too

as she tries so hard to keep life just the same.

 

And when she thinks that no one is around

she sits so lost alone and starts to weep

A river of tears that make no sound

for her love... in eternal sleep.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



A Raght Yorkshire Christmas

 

 

By ya's not ad a Christmas like us Yorkshire folk

we ant got much money we'z all pretty broke

yet we mek do our kid, an we av a raght time

Christmas in Yorkshire...ull do us just fine.

 

The kids want fir naught, I'll make sure an'll say

ya's ull bloody behave ont Christmas day

an our lass ull be coo kin that great big ole bird

no fightin I'll tell thee not one bloody word.

 

Ya's all ull be welcum, ere pull up a chair

sit next ta aunt Mavis aye go on lad sit ther

ya'll av a raght feast an ya'll water it daan

wit best bloody bitter int this bloody taan.

 

Ant trimmins ull look crackin

wit stockins by't fire

it might na be much

but be all ya's desire.

 

Aye wil av us a Christmas, thall talk a fir yers

an wil av non of them...sentimental tears

ey wil av a raaaght Christmas, it's gonna be mint

an we'll av to mek do what we got coz we skint.

 

It int what ya av lad it's how ya mek most

so all grab ya glasses n lets av us a toast

Merry Christmas to all, an an happy new yer

naa let us mek most of it while wer all ere.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



Simple Dreams 

 

A little house beside the sea

where children play so happily

where laughter floats across a breeze

and life is lived with carefree ease.

 

A white pickett fence

a border of flowers

somewhere to sit

and think for hours

 

Where all is simple

all is plain

a fresh new start

of life again.

A happy home
a house of love
a simple dream
i'm dreaming of.

An open fire
a glass of rose'
tartan pj's
warm and cosy.

A grandfather clock
 chimes in the hall
writing of memories
i seem to recall

And on an eve
as i lay in bed
i'll wish for
nothing more...instead.
 

 

 



MUMS MATHS DAY

On Friday I went back to school

Mums maths day’s what they said

I took a seat beside my son

Saw the work and thought…” I'm dead! ”

The teacher introduced herself

Then said “just ask if you are stuck…

We’re learning through last year’s GCSE’s”

And I sat there just thinking “oh ****”

I looked at the other mums sitting all smiley,

working their way through quite quick

I looked at the paper, my son sitting so eager

And thought “ ohh God help you… I’m thick!”

The teacher came wondering, I just knew she would

Politely said “that isn’t right”

Explained the problem and ways to resolve

Much to my bloody delight.

Well my son he got it, as the teacher went on

Then started explaining to me

I came here this morning to brush up on maths

But I can’t do a GCSE!

Can just about add up the bills every month

Work out prices of shoes in a sale

But give me year 11 maths GCSE

And it's written all over it…FAIL

Those green goblins they will come chasing

They’ll get me for sure i can tell

So I’ll sit here pretending it's all making sense

Until it is time for the bell! 

Well I can get top marks  in cuddles,  

Cleaning and cooking the tea

But I want my son to pass his exams

So Pleeeeease do not come asking me.

 What's happened to our children

 

What have we done to our children?

Technology's taken their youth

they can do not a thing without plugging it in

and that is the gods honest truth!

 

So,what have we done to our children?

tell me, how did all this come about?

When kids will stay home with their gadgets 'n' phone

rather than go to play out?

 

What happened to football and meeting their mates?

what happened to knock a door run?

what happened to the life of a child

where all was exciting and fun?

 

Remember the go karts we'd spend weeks to make

using peoples old bits of tat

old pushchair wheels and odd bits of wood

we were kids,we were happy with that!

 

So tonight i banned xbox,laptops and phones,

banned the ipad's,the consoles and wii

and they've gone to bed all fed up and bored...

and here i am, sitting with...

me.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Missing piece of jigsaw

 

 

Something has been missing

something out of place

there's a piece in my life's jigsaw

that i just can not replace.

 

I cant explain the feeling

i know not where to start

but when my life is moving on

i find you... in my heart.

 

I sit and think about you

how the years are going by

if i said i loved another

then i know that i would lie.

 

Well, I'm sure fate caused our meeting

maybe love will see it through

or maybe fate's already found

that jigsaw piece for you.

 

I hope that where life takes you

 your heart will go there too

but that missing piece of jigsaw

in my heart... belongs with you.

 

 

 

 

08/11/11

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



Mum's the word

Mum's the word

 

Can ya find mi homework mum?

mum? where's mi other shoe?

pots are in the kitchen mum

soz, forgot to do!

 

What time's dinner ready mum?

off out chillin wi mi blud

and he can stay for dinner coz his mum...

she said he could.

 

Dint ya do mi bedroom mum?

coulda made mi bed!

can't find mi other shoe mum...

put mi trainers on instead.

 

 

Can i have a tenner mum?

cos this gaming mag is sick

can i have a tenner mum?

can i mum?...muuuuum quick!!!

 

mum says...

 

Homework's on the table son

still it's yet to do

pots are in the sink sweetheart

be there when homework's through.

 

Dinners in the oven

and it's ready for you now

tell ya blud he's leaving

his mum can cook... the lazy cow.

 

One shoe i found upstairs

and the dog has got the other

by the way i have a question...

is a slave now slang mother?

 

Your bedroom is a pit

needs a warning on the door

"please mind where you are stepping

coz ya can not see the floor"

 

 

I shall not give you that tenner

for that gaming mag that's sick

so get a bloomin paper round

go and get one, get one quick!!!

 

(written by me...ya mum, who doesn't understand much of the teenage language but trying desperately for you to start understanding mine. Blud!)