PLEASE BE OK

I sit with hollow eyes
I sit with tortured mind,
I wait and I dread
What my entreaties will find.
The strained smiles
The encouraging words,
I don't feel the sunshine
I don't hear the birds.
Please be well
Please be ok,
Please don't leave me
Please is all I can say.
Words are cheap
In times like these,
I pray for your safety
On my bended knees.
You are my world
My heaven on earth,
You're my beautiful diamond
Of infinite worth.
Please be ok
Please be well
Please never leave me
Please, my angel.

Phil Hall  November 2013.

SAILING IN THE SKY

I stare into the distant horizon
Over the jet encrusted sea,
Where my lady is sailing in the sky
Sailing toward me.
The wind holds its breath for her
And rain falls on a clear night,
Tears of joy sparkle as the stars
Guide the giant bird into sight.
Wings caress the jewelled night air
With sea shell sails full and proud,
Diamond eyes glitter before her
I whisper her name out loud.
Too long the world has kept us apart
For too long, words spoken through glass,
The first embrace in tingling expectation
The kiss, it's passion will never pass.
Her beauty, sailing toward the shore
A vision shared, the whole world to see,
My love is sailing through shimmering sky
At last, the giant bird has delivered her to me.

Phil Hall  August 2013

A HEROES DEATH

My lord has gone
My hero taken away,
A musket ball through the spine
Has darkened our victory today.
The splendid banners
Our hearts of oak,
The fog of war
In a heroes blood we soak.
Our Nel, the bulwark
A mariners dream,
To serve him
The senior service cream.
We manned the guns
We answered Old Albions call,
My hero resplendent, leading us
A father to us all.
Lord Nelson the greatest ever Englishman
I'd have served you til my dying breath,
You died as you lived in valour
You died a heroes death.
Phil Hall August 2013

EVERY STEP

I wanted to stay away
But every step
Brought me closer to you.
Every step
What could I do?
I couldn't ever be without you,
Can I be true?
Where do I start?
You're etched on my heart,
Your spirit lives in my soul.
Every step
I tried to walk away,
But, life without you
Darkened hole
Black as coal.
Saddened rhyme
Spending time
Mind wandering like the sun,
My horizons on the run
You surrendered a love so fine.
Every step
The clouds gather overhead,
I walk alone, but you're with me
The roots to my shaky tree.
I wanted to go my own way
But my feet knew what to do,
They didn't heed a mans confused mind
Every step they keep walking back to you.

Phil Hall  August 2013

THE WINDMILL STILL TURNS

The sun shines on the meadow
Our children play in the pastel haze,
Though each child hides a shadow
Their sisters and brothers eyes ablaze
And the windmill still turns.

Endless turning, grinding corn
Crocodile tears, politicians lies,
Dulled, poisoned eyes, newspapers adorn,
Every minute a child dies
And still the windmill turns.

Putins hands are dripping blood
But, the west are just as bad,
Wanton arms sales start the flood
For use by the despotic and the mad,
The creaking windmill still turns.

Our young skip and play by the sea
Their happiness clear as their eyes,
As far from the massacres as they can be,
Where poison hangs in murderous skies.
The shadowed windmill turns.

A castle of sand topped with single flag
Sea gulls soar over the summer scene,
Swimming and beachwear replaced by bodybag
Cries of laughter to tortured scream
And the windmill still turns.

Look to the horizon child and hold out your hand
Show your kin that your prayers are being heard,
Children of Egypt and Syria in your bloodied land
Your safety should be the final word
The windmill of the world turns.

Muslim, Christian, Agnostic or Jew
We should all unite as one, let it be
This isn't religion, it is about me and you
These suffering children are of one family...... Ours
The windmill turns for us all.

Phil Hall  August 2013

STRANGE DREAM

A hot, sultry and sunny day
Lemon jelly clouds floating in the sky,
Mountains of ice cream topped chocolate
Maybe they're dreams, because I'm high.
My girl runs away skipping in the field
She floats over a sea of living grass,
Her little white panties on show
Sexily disappearing up her beautifully rounded ass.
I never seem to get any nearer
She teases me with her lascivious smile,
My legs are running in the stickiest treacle
This strange dream pours mile after mile.
I know I'm asleep, yet I chase and I yearn
I'll wake when I catch my prize,
My lust will be wasted, spent on a thought
When I suddenly open my eyes.
Here lay in my lonely, dishevelled bed
Thinking of the girl in my dreams,
I wriggle and curse as I try to sleep again
But, her image is replaced by horror it seems.
I have come to the end of my life
As I stare through mortis at the coroners knife,
I'm dead but that's not the end of my strife
The girl showing her panties was the coroners wife!
This is a dream I can do what I like
So I chase her once more through the field,
We tumble as I catch her and now I can have fun
Her legs part as my prize she then yields.
People walk past us as we roll in the freshly cut hay
Oblivious they stroll past every which way,
They don't care as our naked bodies on oblivious display
This dream occurs several times each day.
Now the lemon jelly clouds drop sherbet rain
And we both get sweet, sticky and wet,
Then I awake in torment and confusion
As my bed sheets are soaked in my sweat.
Phil Hall  August 2013

FASHIONABLE PROTEST

Here we go again,
Another misguided cause,
Unwashed, unkempt anarchists
Sharpening their claws.
Peace camps full of hippie types
Squatting under tye dyed tent,
Munching seeds and singing
Their spleen about to vent.
Funny looking dreadlocked white women
Multi coloured clothing in need of a wash,
To the washed up has been celebrity
Spouting a load of tosh.
Nuclear weapons, fracking, to capitalist greed
It's the same faces in the mob,
They maybe thinking they're doing good
But, there's some want to destroy and rob.
So, the anti- establishment morons
Come out every time to play,
To smash up our cities and police lines
If they get in the way.
Wearing their hooded tops and moustache'd masks
They've joined the protest to plunder,
While the hippie types sing peace songs
These thugs will take them under.
There is a chance to speak at the ballot box
Use it as your right and your voice,
Forget the fashion protests
The thugs take away the choice.
In the past the march for freedom and rights
Gave leaders reason to think and pause,
Because, that was the march by every free thinker
Not just the rebels with fashion protest as the cause.

Phil Hall  August 2013

I STAND AT YOUR DOOR

I stand at your door
I stand by your side,
Our love's no more
Our love has died.
You don't see me there
I've melted from your core,
But, I'll always care
I'll stand at your door.
Your eyes hold countless tears
The haunting eyes of wasted child,
It cost us dear those lost years
I stand at your door, soul defiled.
I stand at your door
Though not in the way,
We were so poor
Our hearts flew away.
I stand at your door
A drum beats in my head,
Your new love on a foreign shore
The rhythm is now dead.
An Angel suddenly appeared to me
And guided me to evermore,
Her beauty has set me free
It's now just my sense of duty
Not my heart,
That brings me to your door.

Phil Hall August 2013

TWICE UNDER A NEVER

There is no happy ending
No saviour, kissing prince,
The witch eats the children
The darkness makes one wince.
The bears tear the girl apart
For breaking their chair,
The hero plunges to a painful death
Trying to climb a princesses hair.
The mischievous little boy
Made out of apple wood,
Gets burnt to death suddenly
Because he just couldn't be good.
Goliath beheaded David
No difference between heaven and hell,
The water turned to vinegar
Only time will tell.
The fishes all went rotten
There were weevils in the bread,
Close your eyes, see the darkness
This is what it's going to be like dead.
This is twice under a never
Not once upon a time,
The reality of the void behind the eyelids
Life isn't a nursery rhyme.
Phil Hall  August 2013

JESUS' ENGLISH HOLIDAY

"And did those feet in ancient times, walk upon England's mountains green? And was the holy lamb of God, on England's pleasant pastures seen?" 
                 'Jerusalem' William Blake

A young man stood on the deck
His eyes on the rugged coast,
The son of man was coming to England
This is no idle boast.

He travelled with his favourite uncle
Joseph of Arimathea wanted Cornish tin,
They landed in the Roseland peninsula
Jesus's holiday in England could begin.

He stood looking out at his world
At Penzance, where the waves crashed on the rocks,
He preached in Looe, walked along the coastal path
Talking with fishermen and shepherds tending flocks.

He shared wisdom with the Druids
He might even have stood in their circle of stones,
The Romans feared the magic of these men
With ritualistic spells using a dead babies bones.

The most sacred place of old Albion
The mystical Glastonbury tor,
Jesus was said to have preached to the pagans
His words passed down in ancient English folklore.

So if you should visit my Cornwall
Walk the beautiful beaches or the bleak and ghostly Bodmin moor,
You follow in our Lord Jesus footsteps
He enjoyed a holiday here before.

Historical reference from:

"Gesta regum Anglorum" by William of Malmesbury

Phil Hall  August 2013

UPTO DATE NURSERY RHYMES

Here I am US President Obama
Not leaving other countries alone,
If you ever upset us
We'll send you a heavily armed drone.

*****

Little Tommy Warner
Sat on a street corner,
His whole life falling away.
He lost his good job
Then resorted to rob
And he now begs for a living every day.

*****

Hey diddle diddle
The banks on the fiddle,
Jail terms should have come to the bosses.
How non of us laughed
When they still got huge bonuses
And we all suffered the losses.

Phil Hall   August 2013

DUMBED DOWN CREATION

Kittens still appearing "Oh how cute"
Endless feline poses captured in a glass,
Countless majestic sunsets and spouting waterfalls
And videos of unfortunates falling on their ass.

Continuous quotations and witty anecdote
I really think I have had my fill,
Pouting scantily clad models
For male plussers fit the bill.

Is a sprint the same as a marathon?
They both give the winner a gold
But, its the disparity of creation
That leaves me feeling rather cold.

If one can become famous
For baring of personal attributes,
It's easier than working for a living
Let's all become prostitutes.

I see hundreds worshipping trivia
Though this is a sign of the age,
We live in a world of dumbed down creation
Celebrity claptrap is replacing the sage.

Phil Hall  August 2013

KALEIDOSCOPE

Our world is full of sparkling beads
All jumbled in haphazard abandon,
Waiting for the giant hand of man
To mould in the mirror a pattern.
It's man who turns the kaleidoscope
The power to make things right,
Though all too often we fail
And the beads lie scattered in flight.
Please let the contents be settled
All the pieces can form a beautiful scene,
Instead of polluting the land and sea
And destroying what once there had been.
No more hunting shark for its fins
Give the tiger and rhino some hope,
We have the future of the world to care for
Be careful not to break the kaleidoscope.

Phil Hall  August 2013

SERAPH

Feathered wings, a beautiful sight
She stands a seraph, radiant light,
Soft, delicate feet caress the ground
From full and firm lips not a sound
She is my guardian angel.

A captive soul, held by her jeweled eyes
A hungry mind, gently touching milky thighs,
Perfumed hair silken, she has me beguiled
A powerful man, though before her a child.
She is my life, my angel.

If ever an angel seared my soul
Scorched her name into my heart,
It is my beautiful winged Seraph
Who has pierced my flesh with Cupids dart.
My Seraph, my gorgeous angel.

Phil Hall August 2013

SACRIFICE

This cold night tasted of death
With no freshness on the crisp air,
Under a waxing moon a stench,
The last oxen slaughtered, a winters food
But first we had to kill.

Battle was near, the march to war upon us
This was a night for sacrifice, a Druids decree.
Where augeries are sifted, sorted and sieved
My lord Merlin has cast his runes in judgement,
The Gods awaiting blood on the throwboard.

Flames licked high into the darkness
The Druids love fire, A pathway to the Gods,
And the brooding hill fort of Caer Brau shone.
Its brightness held the walking dead at bay,
For this night was Sahmains eve.

Chanting Druids enriched the brew of enchantments
A young man, bound and naked appeared,
Flanked by Merlins deranged guards he shivered,
But in ecstasy not fear, moon touched by mandrake.

An owl shrieked in the shadows, a cry of the dead
My warband to a man groped for iron,
Cadeyrn and Luigsech prayed to Bel to deter evil omen.
Nuahan and the dreaded warrior Culhwych spat, I closed my eyes and whispered for Mithras.

A pure white banner lay before the naked man
And Merlin arms aloft towered above him.
The scene full of portent as the Druid took a knife,
Serpent like the blade swayed, transfixed we all gazed
The screaming started then, eviscerated the man fell.
Guts slithered over the banner trailing blood.

Merlin gazed at the entrails, steaming, living coils
Pulsing, draining the victim of life.
The writhing stopped, the final gasps of agony,
"Make for battle Arthur of Britain"
We cheered, the omens were good
The Gods would pour forth venom from the skies.

Arthur, his eyes on the man sacrificed for a battle knelt.
"Who was he? Did he have to die?"
"Fate is in the hands of the Gods, he was my son" Merlin wiped the blade and left.

We marched, an army filled with the Gods fury
A young man gave his life for Britain,
Many more would do the same
On the battlefield of Mynedd Badon,
For the Saxons were waiting
We were at war.

Phil Hall  August 2013

CRUEL LOVE

I'm not a cruel man
But, sometimes I can be hurtful,
My shame is known only to me
Only I can forget
Only it's another who can forgive.

My love was cruel, a dark web spun
Leading only to pain and misery,
Now I walk that lonely road
Farewell happiness, farewell to love.

She didn't deserve to be held
At arms length and fed just scraps,
A beautiful woman caught in a web
Dark days, with dark nights alone.

She loved, she longed and lay with me
I loved, though I lusted and lied to her,
Man the hunter, man the pantomime fool
Woman the strength, she born to rule.

I just left her hanging around
Her inner beauty fading over the years,
And what a beauty, full breasts, full lips
Eyes that just smouldered with latent sexuality.

She's gone now, her life extinguished
Her love deserted me before my birth,
So, my love for her faded and the poster came down
No more Marilyn, I tore my love for her apart.

Phil Hall  August 2013

BLOOD SAILS AGAIN

Years have past since I had the dream
Of sailing the seas and stealing the cream,
A life of plunder, murder and excess
And of course the love of a Bajan princess.

Captain Blood am I, carrying a letter of marque
I've defeated frigates, galleons, corvettes and barques,
The most feared pirate the oceans has seen
And I'd heard my love had become  A Queen.

She stirred this blood with her dark, delicious eyes
My princess with her muscular thighs,
The thrill as she knelt before my rampant sword
I remember her seductive smile, the kissed reward.

I'll navigate the oceans to find her exotic island,
Where we'll love again on the powdery white sand,
I Will temper my wandering soul and hang up my blade
My treasure chest to her coffers, my debt is paid.

My Bajan Queen far across the sea
The bloodlust I feel will always be,
The dream of the love, your sweet body and the rum
The yearning for my princess, I'll definitely come.

Phil Hall  August 2013

MUCKY MIND

Dirty, dirty, dirty old man
Leering eyes as only old men can,
Lustful thoughts of a tortured mind
As depraved a man as one could find.

Awful, awful, awful old fool
Beady eyes scanning the swimming pool,
He loves the sun and when it's hot
Short skirts and bikini tops, he thinks what he really ought not.

Sinful, sinful, sinful old dog
Self respect and decency lost in perverted fog,
You have children and grandkids,
Once you were kind
Seek help, get release from that mucky mind.

TORN THOUGHTS

Terrified i kneel before you
My hour of judgement here,
With my clasped hands in prostrate genuflection
Up or down you are my overseer.

I have struggled with torn thoughts
Will light fill my tortured soul,
The harpies with shovels awaiting
Scattering black petals into cavernous hole.

Flitting from creation to evolution
A hapless, ageing being, lonely in mind,
Seeking solace and peace from this world
Just another carbon lifeform dubbed as mankind.

Peering at the shattered glass future
The lowering of casket under a throbbing sky,
Should've had these torn thoughts
Balanced and settled, long ago before i die.

A fool can die a thousand deaths
Yet love can die just one,
A purity of dreams and thought
In an instant...... Gone.

Phil Hall  August  2013