London

The smells and the sights
The shapes and the lights
The ups and the downs
The paupers and the crowns

The straights, curves and narrows
The pigeons, crows and sparrows
The bells ringing loud
The crush of the crowd

The gives and the takes
The ponds and the lakes
The wildernesses green
The enclosures unseen
The homes and the houses
The live-ins, the spouses

The foods and the drink
The safety and the brink
The ebbs and the flows
The sucks and the blows

The hopes and the fears
The tragedies and tears
The life and the death
The first and last breath

Winter

Contrails scour the sky
Tinged with raspberries and cream
On a blue background

The air is stillness
Frost growing on the meadows
Crystal sparkling grass

Thickening cold seeps
Branching from my fingertips
Numbed and chilly hands

Dreams of buttered toast
And warmed duvets snuggle safe
On a Winter's morn

Chocked

Two trains missing and the next one chocked
Corridors heaving and the doorways blocked
Pushing and shoving, both in and out
'Can you move down please'? Someone starts to shout

Squeezed in like sardines being taken for a ride
Swelling on a higher sea with each new station's tide
Cattle truck commuting at it's very worst
Drowning in a people sea in which you've been immersed

The information's basic on each and every board
It feels as though your awful travel plight has been ignored
If management could receive first hand experience
They might get to see it's more than inconvenience

Cashless

They call it cashless
All this swiping
   Chip and pin
   Touch in
But they're hyping
It up

It's still all money
That we use
   Though spend our pay
   In a different way
Now we lose
Track of it

And we spend our cash
So much faster
   Focusing our minds
   On bargain finds
That it no longer lasts a
Full month

So falling short
We are falling prey
   To top rate lenders
   Credit vendors
Who ensure we stay
Cashless

But what about a world
Without money
   A chance to share
   To take care
Of family
Without a price

The world could work
As a team
   No hunger or war
   No rich, no poor
What a dream
Truly cashless

Sun

The Sun has got it's clothes on
Hip hip hip hooray
Page 3 is virtual history
And we hope it stays away

The Sun has got it's clothes on
No more drooling men
Will objectify or give the eye
To half naked women

The Sun has got it's clothes on
The feminists have won
There's no place for panty lace
Sexism has been undone

Blue

Whether I'm feeling upbeat
Or depressed
Full of life
Or in need of a rest

Ecstatic
And raring to go
Wound up
Needing something to throw

My emotion
Is all my own
Personal
And for me alone

Not
A promoter's dream
Not a craze
Or internet meme

Frustrated

I guess it's no one's fault
That I get that jolt
Of frustration
When you explode
Into one of your tantrums
Over the cleaning
Of dirty bums
Or the choice of
A particular book.

You are frustrated too
And have no other way
To display
Your annoyance.

I just have to learn
To breathe and say
You cannot always get your way
But down deep
I know that what I really need
Is sleep.