LEVEL 5

Something lurks
On level 5,
Something sinister
And it's not
Alive.
There's an occasional
Temperature shift,
The breath mists cold
In the haunted
Lift.
Lights may flicker
And the doors quiver,
A feeling of dread
Makes one
Shiver.
Beyond level 1
And on toward 4,
Pulse quickens, cold and clammy
I reach the floor.
The light flashes
I feel an icy cold,
A grip of unnatural
Decay and mould.
Will I reach level 6
My final destination,
A sickening feeling
Burgeoning trepidation.
The lift stops suddenly
Alone in frosted gloom,
Have I travelled to hell?
And sealed my doom?
I'm held in a ghosts hand
For breath I strive,
I've met the phantom
Of the lift on level 5.
The House of Fraser
Birmingham's premier store,
Holds a ghostly secret
In the lift
On the fifth floor.

Phil Hall  December 2014

WHEN I WAS A LITTLE BOY

When I was a little boy
At this time of year
I'd look to the sky,
Getting excited
At the prospect of seeing
Reindeer flying by.
I thought children
All around the world
Had the same fun,
I never could imagine
Little ones murdered
By evil men with a gun.
When I was a little boy
We'd creep downstairs
To presents beneath the lights,
I didn't consider then
Other little children
Wouldn't enjoy such delights.
When I was a little boy
I was King Herod
In the school nativity play,
Dressing up in costumes
Singing Christmas carols
But, little children died that day.
When I was a little boy
I looked up to adults
For a sense of safety and reason,
Who'd ever believe
They'd murder in cold blood
Schoolchildren this festive season.

Phil Hall  December 2014

NON ANGLI SED ANGELI

Where am I from
With my cold blue eyes?
My piercing gaze
From ice cold skies.
Hair like wheat
Straight and fair,
Flecks of frost now
An Angle laid bare.
Purity of lineage
The mists of time span,
The bloodline congealed
For this Englishman.
Pope Gregory once said
"Non Angli sed Angeli"
I can't ever imagine
He was talking about me.
I'm no angel, I'm Angle
With Saxon deep within,
English blood surges
Inside muscle, under skin.
Trojan warriors sailed
To this wild, untamed place,
They named my island "Albion"
Land of giants, a savage race.
Sculptured and honed
Over centuries to be this way,
A giant and savage Englishman
That's who I am today.

Phil Hall  December 2014

LOST KIN

Though all born of one blood
The brood long since flown,
Scattered seeds to the wind
Far flung, a distance blown.
Parents, the fragile glue
The constant roof in rough weather,
Their very presence, beating hearts
Faintly keeping the union together.
Our footsteps tread different paths
To inevitable lifes end,
When words go unheard
And the past cannot ever mend.
The mists of memory
Like flaking parchment it fades,
The table is bare, nothing there
Skipping girls, flashing blades.
A distant, uncomfortable call
Paying lip service on the phone,
The fading photos now unseen
Ghosts shut away, all alone.
Cine reels, scratched celluloid
Laughing children, your lost kin,
Running in the garden, bathtub fun
We all still wash the same skin.
They say friends we keep forever
Maybe even a husband or wife,
But, kin are from the same mold
The same blood flows for life.
Empty promises always appear
When the bell tolls for one finally,
Shaking hands, hugs and kisses
Losing touch, lost kin, 'til no family.

Phil Hall December 2014

A2Z OF A BAGGIES FAN

Albion
Becoming
Crappier,
Despondent
Every
F***ing
Game!
Hope
Is
Just
Kinda
Leaving,
My
Nice
Optimistic
Persona.
Quickly
Replaced,
Seething
Tirade.
Ugly
Viewing,
With
X-rated
Yells.......... Time for sleep.
Zzzzzzzzzz

Phil Hall  December 2014.

BADBYE

Well this is it,
Badbye
And you know why
She's leaving.
You had a chance
But
The lifelong dance
You led her,
Only it's you who'll be
Grieving.
Wings clipped
She's
Now slipping away,
Another ones words
You're still
Believing.
She's blood
And all that
Was good,
A reminder yes
But, do you see how
You're behaving?

You'll be a shell
Without its pearl,
A wave
Without its curl,
Oh how it should
Unfurl....
Badbye
You're losing
Your little girl.

One day
When age
Issues a memory of pain,
When tears flow
Like
Lonely amazon rain
You'll regret,
You'll hurt
And such a time
Belongs in the dirt.

Daddy
A daughter is all
And on your sword
You did fall...... Badbye.
So I ask these words
From your ignorance
She did bleed
Why?
How?
But she'll never plead
Badbye daddy
Badbye.

Phil Hall  November 2014.

FALLEN

I remember the fallen
I remember the dead,
I remember the fields
Now their earthen bed.
I remember the pain
I remember how they bled,
I remember the tears
The eulogy said.
I remember the fallen
I remember their glory,
I remember they still keep dying
A never ending story.

Phil Hall  November 2014

WHITE N PROUD

Lets get this straight
I ain't gonna legislate,
Procrastinate
Delegate
Or even hesitate....
I'm white n proud.
I say it loud
Out to the crowd,
We ain't black
Give their styles back
And the salty whack
Came from a
White nutsack.
Check your reflection
You sorry collection,
Waste of an erection,
You look a sight
Your speech ain't right
You ain't ghetto
You're white!!!
The walk
The talk
You look like a dork,
Lyrics not understood
Proper Elmer Fudd
And really never should
Say
"What's up blood?"
This ain't about sides
So pull up your strides,
Serious spar
Don't pimp your car,
It's ok, it's alright
Be proud
Be white.
The blacks look cool
They go by their rule,
So don't be a fool
Answer the call
Stand tall.
Smart boots
Fitted suits
Stand out from the crowd
Shout it out loud
"I'm white and proud!"

SELFISH SELFIES

Look at me
What Do you see?
Selfish selfies
Its all about
ME! ME! ME!
Extended arm
What's that about?
It's to capture
The puckered lips
That seductive pout.
Get it out there
Modern society deb,
Syrup trap
For salivating fools
To tangle in your web.
But wait,
Unwanted knocking on your door,
It was only a tease
Selfish selfies
You knew the score.
You've just posed
Like a whore in Amsterdam,
These are the goods
Can you afford them?
It's really only a scam.
Self promotion
On the most basic scale,
You all look the same
Quite pathetic in truth
You're no Mata Hari, you fail.
When the fad dies
And ladies again become mystery,
Where beauty speaks
Through action and word
A better place social media will be.

Phil Hall  November 2014.

SWEET CEBU

Sea and sun
In equal measure,
Scattered islands
Unique treasure.
I breathed in
I inhaled you,
Oh beautiful paradise
Sweet Cebu.
Topaz sky
Pink coral sand,
A coat of emerald trees
Enwrap the land.
As sure as birds fly south
I flew to you,
Oh heaven on earth
Sweet Cebu.
Her people of good faith
To whom I genuflect,
Of warm smiling faces
I do reflect.
The new love of my life
I blow a kiss to you,
Etched into my heart
My sweet Cebu.

Phil Hall November 2014

I SEE YOU

I see you
In each thought,
On every corner
In everything I do.
You're the sun on my face
The scented breeze
Stroking my cheek,
You make my heart race.
In the cinema of sleep
I see you with closed eyes,
Dreams to treasure
A fantasy to keep.
Each pulse of my blood
Refreshing my mind,
Printing you onto my memory
Visions of all that is good.
I see you in the waves of the sea
Every breath of an ocean breeze,
In the gulls drifting flight
I see you with me.
I smile when you come into view
Clouds part, rainbows smile
Heaven appears in front of me
When I see you.

Phil Hall  December 2014

NO CLASS

I stared into my eyes
Today,
I thought
No way!
Hey
Are you still here?
The mirror stared
Back at me,
I could see
The glee
Eyes blurred
Too much beer.
Hair such a mess,
I prayed
God bless
For the way I dress,
Scruffily casual
Hear hear.
I opened the door
Took my place
Amongst the poor,
Working class
Kiss my ass
I know the sneer.
I see me
Plain as can be,
Scum or fly
We all bleed and die
Piss in a lavatory
Is that clear?
You ain't any better
Doctor or lawyer
Still a bed wetter,
Don't shit your pants
We're all just worker ants
What? Is that fear.
Look into my eyes
See the future?
There are brighter skies
Take your head out your arse
No such thing as class,
Equality is the land to steer.

Phil Hall  October 2014

NORRIS Mc SQUIRTER

Although not in pain
One slight strain
Can cause a stain,
So
What you must do
Is stay close to the loo
And avoid the bubble poo,
The dreaded
Norris Mc Squirter.
The guts may not hurt
Each fart may cause a spurt
A terrible liquid squirt,
Though
Quick off the blocks
Pebble dashed jocks
Its trickled to your socks
Oh dear
You've Norris Mc Squirtered.
Was it the odd food snaffled?
That caused a bubbling babble
So the bog you pap baffled,
To
Muffle the echoing blast
Of a mudslide racing fast
The result of recent repast,
A belch
From Norris Mc Squirter.
Oh how the bowels sing
And the terrible ring sting
On the throne of an agonized king,
It
May not last long
The wrenching of guts so strong
And the gaseous cloudy pong
You've just met
Norris Mc Squirter.

Phil Hall  October 2014

ALIEN ASPARAGUS

I've just eaten
Alien asparagus,
Tasting slightly salty
Sweet and lingering
On the tongue
And
Cooking it
Was not a fuss.
Small in size
Far from being a minus,
Full and juicy
Firm and fresh
Would you like
To try a piece
Of alien asparagus?
Too bad
It's not for sale.

Phil Hall  October 2014

ROONASPISMS

Not many can
Nor even Kenny man
Roonaspise the spoonarism,
Fin act
Vits dirry efficult
An embal verbalism.
To prite wrose
Is turry veff
Bat I'll bluv a hast,
Rooming spinarisms
Fin oetic porm
A boem pats lilt to thast.
Hay sello froo Ty mends
Betty Swollocks and Mary Hinge
Chust jange frack to bunt
Shodd ames nor fure
Queely stright range
Qut bot nite Cupid Stunt.
If pou yerk out the woem
Hith the welp of Patty Shinty
Dell wone, clou are yery vever,
Gerty dusset smill wile
And spool yoonaspise roonaspisms
Or feva end ava.
Phil Hall  October 2014

THE MEANING (OF IT ALL)

There are times
When I consider
The meaning of it all,
The fact is although
6'2",
In reality
I'm incredibly small.
Why was I put here?
Why was I made?
Like an ant
Running in circles
Or a single grass blade.
I've existed
And breathed the air
For decades and a few year,
I've loved, lived and laughed
Shed many a tear.
Heard so many tales
As different heads spoke,
Voices of wisdom
People I've respected
And some I've wanted to choke.
I suppose its advancement
To fly planes in the sky,
To take us to nice places
And broaden our horizons
Before we all die.
We have barbaric beheadings
In the name of religion
And the threats of a tyrant, Putin,
What is the meaning of it?
Where do we begin?
On the one hand
We discover cures
To treat life threatening disease,
And the other holds a gun
And forces people to their knees.
I'm sick of this planet
And its selfish fools
So I await the makers call,
Because if death and destruction
Is the meaning
I don't want part of it.... At all.

Phil Hall  September 2014

FOOKY NEL

I once knew a girl
They called her Fooky Nel,
Was that her real name?
I really couldn't tell.
She'd wear tiny T shirts
And shorts as short can be,
Bouncing and jiggling like jelly
As she sexily walked past me.
My eyes were laser guided
Following each and every curve,
Cars honked their horns in unison
She even made some swerve.
She left nothing to imagination
Her goods were fully on display,
I'm sure even the local priest
Would pray to have his wicked way.
She bent down in the supermarket
Causing gasps in the dairy aisle,
Her tiny shorts were so indiscreet
I'm sure her lips did smile!!
Its then I found out her name
As the admiring ranks did swell,
Because her gasping, sweating admirers
All called out "FOOKY  NEL!!!!"
Phil Hall  September 2014

TRANQUILITY

The night sky
Starlight falls over all,
Butterfly wings
The heavens arrayed
In powdered
Fragility.
The inky void
Hides my
Insecurity,
And I think
Of you
Shall we walk
By the sea of tranquility?
Like a bee
Staring toward the flower
I want to unite
The seed of life
With you.
Years of banality,
Heading aimlessly
To finality
And then you came......
We danced under
A hunters moon,
Its light scattered
With languid dexterity.
The pages of life
A scrapbook
They unfold before us
Dazzling and immortalised,
We learn
We love
And the ocean laps our feet.
I lack the temerity
Yet you reach
For my hand,
A fallen angel
But wearing
A smile of the purest sincerity.
Hands reach out
Parting the silken drapes
My dreams become ours,
You walk within my mind
Stroking my intensity
Drinking from the well
Of my absurdity.
My salvation complete
Feelings replete,
Empathy, never sympathy
Your tiny footprints
Guide me to the waters
Of the sea of tranquility.
Phil Hall  September 2014

PARADISUS IN TERRIS

Paradise found
New sacred ground,
Overgrown
Unfenced, yet ours.
We'll walk
We'll talk
Holding hands
We plan under the stars.
Terris sound
We'll sweat our pound
Together
Our labours love,
New life sown
Spirits flown
Our success
Blessed from above.
Our paradisus
What she gives us
A hope
A future bliss,
Feelings strong
Heat and birdsong
This Englishman, his strength
All from a single kiss

Phil Hall September 2014

VANILLA SEA

Alone
She lay,
In a sea of scented sorrow.
Lonely
A vanilla world
Amidst the silent trees,

Forlorn and forgotten
Head bowed
In dulled acceptance.
The fragrance
Of sweet summers
Of harvest and bounty,
Mask the pain
And the loss
Her remains, a shell.
Vanilla sea
where no waves stir
Upon the oily swell,
A honey trap
All silvery beach
And rod like boughs.
Alone
She lay
Her body anointed,
The little ant
Forever entombed
In the depths
Of the Vanilla sea.

Phil Hall  September 2014
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Photograph: Phil Hall 2017

LOVE LIES DEEP

Love lies deep
In many a grave,
To the sunshine denied them
Upon flaking epitaph displayed.
For millennia, surging lifeforce
The seed of life transcends,
The unity of free spirit
It never, will never, love without end.
Juliet still waits
Throughout time for her song,
Cleopatra, with asp in hand
Eons of love so strong.
The warmth of desire
Like night preceding morning,
Yearning passion, love burns
Immortal and infinite dawning.
Diamond hewn from the rock
Rare and pure, unity to keep,
Eternal ring, golden glow
Bound in spirit, love lies deep.
Lovers caress, their kisses strewn
Like confetti or falling leaves,
Gaslamps shine on secret liaisons
Desperate need in fogbound eaves.
Love lies deep
Etched in the trunk of trees,
And transmitted by satellites
Across distant seas.
Tears of joy, or even pain
Moistened memory on diary page,
Throughout time, always the same
Love lies deep, whatever the age.

Phil Hall  September 2014

AWAKENING DARKNESS

Darkness comes
It comes to us all,
Slowly, no remorse
Creeping and slithering
A winter calling.
Seasoned eyes
Survey the harvest ball,
Fiery breath over silhouette tree
As 'Smaug' ignites the fall.
A time to lose yourself
Within oneself,
Mist in the air
Faltering health,
Demons and angels
Heavy sea swells
The awakening darkness
History tells.
Bountiful fruits
Amongst the funeral suits
The horn of plenty
Lay in orchard sack,
The toll of the bell
Heralds the men in black.
Death watch beetles
Crawl, waiting in the slime,
Although the son of man
All starlight and tinsel
Was born at this time.
The lights go out on the world
And still stories are unfurled,
Awakening darkness
Under slate grey sky.
Let me die
Let me live,
You think I've much to give?
The crop is harvested
Batten down
Winter frown
All around now just
Suspended in frost
Or dead.

Phil Hall  September 2014

FUSION CONFUSION

Oh my gosh!
Is that a Yorkshire pudding
Atop
A rogan josh?
Roop chanda
Lamb pasanda
Share a plate
With pepperoni pizza!
Egg fried rice
Is very nice
With chicken
In black bean sauce,
But, amidst the fusion
Reigns culinary confusion
Adding chips
And a burger
Probably made of horse.
The finest cooks
Garner admiring looks
Tossing prawns high over flame,
Though it's the rush
For the food, barbarically crude
All you can eat being the game.
Myriad treats
Worldwide sweets
Banoffee pie to gulabjam,
Custard creams
And jelly beans
Finish off the tastebud scam.
There's many a place
Where one can fill your face
In a house of fusion confusion,
Calories gained at alarming rate
Should carry a bucket
Instead of a plate
It's all just a gastro illusion.
Phil Hall  September 2014

AQUA

We are all
The short, the fat
And the tall,
Just basically water.
That liquid in the glass
Mind you don't drink it
As it maybe your daughter.
Not much is solid
Even our guts
Are known to run,
What you piss down the pan
Could be your
Long lost son.
Aqua
That's all we are,
With a few attached solid bits,
Those we shed
Along with the stains on the bed
And don't forget the squits!!
The ache that's
Thumping inside your head
Pounding your liquid brain,
Its the result
Of worries and stress
Cranial driving rain.
All we are
Is aqua
The solids cause the stink,
When they die
Its rot and putrification
Please, pour me down the sink.
Dip a toe
Into the ocean
Swim in this refreshing sea,
It's part of me
It's part of you
We're all of its family......
Aqua.

Phil Hall  August 2014

SHALL WE DANCE?

Oh, how she glides
Oh, how she dances
And sings,
The storyline unfolds
As she moves
Capturing the hearts
Of kings.
A lovers scent
Heaven sent
Shall we dance?
Dear angel
Please dance my words
My only chance.
Deep rooted
Deep, set in stone
Gnarled, ancient tree,
She flits, butterfly dancing
All I've to offer
Is my words and me.
I dream of her
Willowy, lissome nymph
She caresses my soul,
Outstretched arms
I grope in the dark.... I hope
Her capture is my goal.
I dream of dreams
Chasing the solar flare
But, never changing stance,
The butterfly lands
To soak the rays
Of my ageing sun
Shall we dance?

Phil Hall  August 2014

EYEGASM

Wow!
I've got tingling nerves,
Just looking
At those sweet, luscious
And delicious curves.
My senses struggle
To navigate,
Juices churning
I salivate,
Synapses in excited spasm
I think I've had
An eyegasm.
Oh my
I want to sup,
Drink and taste
No quivering petal
Should go to waste.
Those dark eyes
Sweet and coy
Invite me to the cup.
Her skin
As soft as flowing silk
I remember with thumping heart,
Creamy,dreamy
Lapping milk
This sustains me as we're apart.
She's the one
The one who makes me live,
We've touched through glass
She's more than a phantasm
There's so much
I want to give,
To her, my beautiful
Eyegasm.

Phil Hall  August 2014

A WEN YAW

Look how the mountains
Slide from the sky,
And the rain doesn't fall
It floats from up high.
We go somewhere else
Nobody will die,
All can touch a star
You only have to try.
Knowledge is a drink
To quench any thirst,
Fill up the mind
Til it's fit to burst.
Try to be kind
It may be a surprise,
The opportunity to comfort
Might slow your demise.
Respect, forgiveness and equality
Are all a wonderful thing,
Where each of us gets a share
And a Queen can be a King.
All should get some grain
And not just the husk,
Maybe the sun can still shine
Even though it is dusk.
Who knows one day
The sea might be kissed by the sand,
And different culture and creed
Can walk hand in hand.
Because;
At the moment
The world just does the same things,
Acid in the rainfall
And only bullets sing,
Nobody hears the poor call
Only the wealthy phones ring.
Mirrors telling lies
Religions smoking gun,
The innocent and ignorant die
As there's nowhere to run.
Mountains just stand around
And the rain streams down,
Our complicated battleground
We're all going to drown.
Lets reflect on our infection
We need a new way,
A wen yaw is the reflection
We need to start over today.

Phil Hall  August 2014

RAINY DAY

Everyday used to be
A rainy day,
Storms would brew
Deep inside my head
The wind blew strong
When I had something to say.
Then came you
And the rain in my head
Would just fade away.
A rainbow would appear
Where puddles dried,
A multicoloured overseer
To the events
Which had died.
The rain though
Gave new birth,
A zest for new life
A feeling of worth.
The storms that brewed
The tempest in my mind,
With the rainy day
Clearing
The light guiding me
It was you I did find.
For years I've lived
A life of rainy days,
I steer now to calmer waters
A changing
Of my ways.
Sunshine on the horizon
Life giving rays,
My breath misting
Over future fields and meadows
Proclaiming loves shimmering haze.
It is you who's given me shelter
Away from my minds driving rain,
I've leapt from life's helter skelter
And you've freed me from my pain.

Phil Hall  August 2014

THE ODD COUPLE

Chang and Eng
Were quite an odd pair,
Two heads in one shirt
No wonder people stared.
Joined by the liver
And some skin on the chest,
It didn't affect their sex life
So many children they were blessed.
They married the Yates sisters
And had twenty two kids in all,
They didn't care about privacy
Good god no! They were having a ball.
Chang and Eng were celebrities
They lived a life so grand,
The stars of a freak show once
This odd couple of old Thailand.

Phil Hall  September 2014

DICKENS BY MY SIDE

I often sit with Charles
And chew the distant fat,
About foggy London back streets
Urchins, vagabonds and all of that.
Watched aghast as the gallows swung
And snapped old Fagins scrawny neck,
Laughed at theTuggs of Ramsgate
Whilst they staggered around the ships deck.
I've met Pip and the enigmatic Estella
Drank porter with old Pumblechook,
Sailed the Thames with Magwitch
Lunched with Pickwick while reading his book.
I've often sailed the seas to America
Found fortune there with Nickelby,
Owed the debt of little Dorrit
And struggled in the gloom of Marshelsea.
I didn't like old Seth Pecksniff
And I warned young Chuzzlewit,
Maybe I should go and ask Nancy 
To get her Bill Sykes to deal with it.
Of course I could call on Sam Weller
And stroll in the Kent countryside,
But, he's trying to catch the wily Jingle
Who's chicanery spreads far and wide.
I've known these characters an age
In well thumbed books since a boy,
I've met every kind of Englishman
Thank you Charles for bringing such joy.

Phil Hall  October 2014

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ALAN

I remember Alan
That blonde haired
And blue eyed boy,
To my sister he was
The stuff of dreams
She couldn't contain her joy.
She'd see him
With his brothers
Early on a Friday night,
With his smart uniform
And immaculate, perfect quiff
He really was a sight.
My sister wanted to marry Alan
But sadly
It just couldn't be,
Because he was
Just a puppet
And the pilot of Thunderbird 3.

Phil Hall  August 2014

RED AND BLUE

More flashing lights
Of red and blue,
Don't worry
As we'll take care of you.
Never wavering
This is what we do,
24/7
We'll see it through.
Unstinting devotion
There is a hope,
To the dying
We offer a rope.
A lack of staff
And we still cope,
Does the government care?
Nope!
Red and blue lights flashing
Day and night,
You trust in us
To aid your plight.
But, all the stress
Is it worth the fight?
No pay rise in years
That can't be right.
Sirens wailing
Red and blue flashing,
Bleep is bleeping
To theatre dashing.
Meddling managers
Our contracts they're re hashing,
Our duty of care and conscience
They keep cashing.
So, if you see the lights
Flashing blue and red,
Or when you're lay
In a hospital bed,
Think of the things
That I've just said
Without our dedicated help
You might be dead.

Phil Hall  July 2014

WE'RE ALL FUCKED

The men in sharp suits
To the bearded terrorist,
Peter pan leads the merry dance
With his flute
Oh how cute
I'm feeling pissed.
Hotspots the world over
Killing day after day,
There'll be blood flowing
Over the white cliffs of Dover
Is it any wonder
That the skies are so grey?
Happy, smiling holiday makers
Blasted from the sky,
Anarchist or separatist
To the jihadist fundamentalist
Between their rabid bullshit
We're all sentenced to die.
The dying rhino's horn
To the haunting elephants song
Hunting for a myth,
Aphrodisiac or craved health
Extinction in pursuit of wealth
Man is wrong... So wrong.
The last feather
Of the golden goose is plucked,
We've gone too far,
Raped the land, Polluted the sea
Yes, it was you and me
We're all to blame
We're all fucked.
We're all the same
We're all fucked
So fucked.
Phil Hall  July 2014

THE FOREST

I see wood
I see fire,
I see the paper
I see a pyre.
I see the trees
I see the leaves,
I hear the wind
The tune's "Greensleaves".
I see a deer
I hear the gun,
Nature suffers
The deer didn't run.

Phil Hall  May 2014

RUSSIAN OCCUPATION

Is it a holiday?
A pleasant vacation?
Niet! It's an invasion
A Russian occupation.
The traveling horde
Terribly dressed,
Badly cut dresses and speedos
After many years repressed.
Like locusts
They attack the breakfast tray,
Not waiting their turn
Its barge everyone out of the way!
To the world comrade
English is the universal voice,
Glasnost just a fading memory
You've made your choice.
Waiters now ignore you
When you want to order a meal,
Your arrogant, cold shoulder
Smacks of imperialist zeal.
You're not a superpower now
Just a broken nation,
Putin in a kiss me quick hat
At the head of
The Russian occupation.

Phil Hall  July 2014

SOFT TOP CARS AND WANABE STARS

The sun is to blame
For the pursuit of fame,
The lack of class
Too much ass
And the determination
To play this silly game.
Why buy a soft top car?
Is it to act like a star?
You can only have fun
In two weeks of sun
Then the rest of the year
We're on a par.
The tattooed lads on vacation
All ripped, with look of constipation,
Topped up tan, muscle Tee wear
Heavily gelled peroxide hair
These robotic blockheads
A credit to any nation.
Back to the soft top
Hot day sees it drop,
The loud, crap music they play
Just to get us to look their way,
Designer sunglasses
The ubiquitous blonde lasses
They spend a fortune
To all look like this for a day.
These cars may look dandy
But, for car thieves they're handy
For getting their ill gotten gains,
And for an experience unique
If the roof springs a leak
They're great fun to drive...
When it rains.
So to drivers of soft top cars
And all those wanabe stars
There's other ways to be smart,
It wouldn't do any harm
To adopt a personality and charm
And be a little less pretentious.....
For a start.

Phil Hall  July 2014

THE LAUGHING MOON

There
Up there
Hanging in the night sky,
The laughing moon
He's gone too soon
I never get to ask him why?
The smile
On his face
Wouldn't be out of place
On a clown,
Who'd frown
And before the sun
Sends him back into space.
He looks milky
Smile so silky
Is he really made of cheese,
Its not a grin
That wouldn't be him
He seems so easy to please.
I'd fly a balloon
To reach the smiling moon
And kiss him there on the cheek,
Is that a mole or a crater?
Does he mind his face
Looking like a potato?....er
Don't wait for an answer
He can't speak!
So silvery moon in the sky
Laughing moon up high
Why do you smile at us?
Is it because we kill?
And waste our talent and skill
Why do we make such a fuss?
There
Up there
The moon laughs at us all,
All our waste and our stress
Oh how we've made such a mess
He patiently awaits our fall.
Phil Hall  July 2014

DARK DESTROYER

25th February 1995
Docklands Arena London.

This was the night
The night of the Dark Destroyer.
Millions paid to view
And if millions only knew
What was to happen.....

The king of his sport
He came from Freeport,
The G-Man
All American boy.
Full of poise
Full of noise
He entered with a swagger.

Then there was our man
True Brit.... East end clan
The Dark Destroyer
Snarling English bulldog.
Stalked and prowled
No words... He growled
Full on hardcore... Ragga.

From the opening bell
G-Man unleashed hell
And sent Benn crashing to the floor,
But the Warrior came back strong
Proving American fans wrong
He'd just come back for more.

Benn then went on the attack
Driving his opponent back
Landing blows so savage and hard,
The G-Man seemed stunned
He was being massively outgunned
By a Brit in his own backyard.

It didn't take long
To see something was wrong
The American appeared in a daze,
He'd taken many shots to the face
And he staggered about the place
As Benns fists fired like a blaze.

G-Man bravely knelt down
The destroyer had retained his crown
And the crowd roared their acclaim,
Something just wasn't right
Why hadn't somebody stopped the fight?
McClellan had collapsed in pain.

The Dark Destroyer is no more
That night haunts him to the core
Benn is now a preacher man,
The scars of that war
Are still raw and sore
He prays for the recovery of Gerald McClellan.

(Gerald McClellan suffered a blood clot to the brain and even after surgery was left blind, deaf and unable to walk. He is cared for by his loving family in Illinois USA. He is visited by Nigel Benn and they have a deep spiritual bond.)

Boxing is a brutal sport and unfortunately recriminations are still raging as who is to blame for the tragedy.

I leave it to Nigel Benn to have the final word from the boxers perspective

" We gave you what you wanted to see, you got what you wanted "

Nigel Benn "Dark Destroyer"

Phil Hall  July  2014

UNDERWATER LAKES

There are times
When nothing is as it seems,
You wanted chocolate hob nobs
And you got custard creams.
The rain isn't cold
Snow feels dry,
And the sun is alongside
The moon in the sky.
I like to swim
In underwater lakes,
Where nobody sees
My elementary mistakes,
My arms they glide
Without purpose or thought
And fish swim overhead
Trying to be caught.
Gems shimmer above me
Always just out of reach,
Like winning lifes lottery
With a luck one cannot teach.
As a child I was always
Cocooned in maternal bubble,
Until I found underwater lakes
To cleanse my unending struggle.
I still lay staring at night
Eyes fixed on a dreamcatcher,
When a ghoul often pays a visit
He's a smiling bodysnatcher.
Now here I sit contemplating
Bathing my mind in the cool water,
Where once I sailed majestic seas
And kissed the gunners daughter.
So, I slurp upon my golden brew
Submerge a biscuit in the tea,
Dream of swimming in underwater lakes
Would you like to bathe with me?
Phil Hall  August 2014

SCAREPORTS

Are airports all the same?
Because I think its one big game,
Young women on a fashion crusade
Their charms for the beach
Already displayed.
Lads in garish shorts
And stupid straw hats,
With muscle vests
Just to show off their tatts.
Girls in the tightest white jeans
And obvious sprayed tan,
Tottering about in high heeled shoes
Is looking ridiculous the plan?
The well heeled
Their heavy make up congeled,
Uplifted nose, trout pout
Expensive perfume wafting about
Oh just look at you!!!!
Bulgari to Jimmy Choo
Pretentious twats!!!
I want to shout.
A raffle for a fancy sports car
Food on a conveyor
In a sushi bar,
Not on your nelly
I don't want an upset belly
When I've got to travel for miles.
Girls with fake smiles
Promoting whisky or gin
Immaculate pencil skirt, so thin
Have a free taste
Non will go to waste,
Some fool will always buy.
A child will cry
They can't sit still
That coke will spill,
Oh dear! What a mess
Ruined moms best travel dress,
Dads nerves beginning to strain.
Dressing up to catch a plane?
Always the same sights
Whatever the flight,
You must make the grade
On this fashion parade,
Dreadlocked hippies lay around
Japanese women making no sound,
With their hand luggage, Vuitton
Latest camera from Nikon
And of course the cabin crew staff.
They're always good for a laff
Bright red lips being the norm
With brilliantly pressed uniform,
So many aimlessly milling
The scareports coffers filling
You buy things you don't need
Is it stupidity or greed?
God only knows
But, alas it just shows
We're just part of a captive game
As they are all the same.
Airports are scareports
And we're all to blame.
Phil Hall  October 2014

WHERE HEROES LIE

This warm sunny day
Amidst the birdsong and bees,
I sit
Considering the hard won peace
Where heroes lie.
There's a tear in my eye
But I cuff it dry,
My father wouldn't be proud
His steely gaze sees his lost friends
Still the hero to me.
Gentle summer breeze
Stroking the leaves on sentinel trees,
Faceless names
Inscribed row upon row
At attention for natures salute.
History written on blood soaked page
No one left for that war to wage,
Just manicured lawns
Where the boots once trod
For freedom, for friends, for god.
Endless stones where heroes lie
For us, so many had to die,
My father salutes them all
American, Canadians, so, so many
We must never forget them.
Here he lies, a pilot
When Spitfires ruled the sky,
A true friend and legend
Found again, united in peace.
We leave this vale of serenity
With its rows of fallen men,
Back to our world of the living
Maybe never to see
Where heroes lie.... Again.

Phil Hall  July 2014

LUNAR SEA

Would you like to walk
By the edge of lunar sea?
Paddle in its waters
You'll be
With me
Drinking tea.
We could hold elections
Up high on golden dais,
Pose a lot of questions
And pull a funny face.
Is it murder
If a tie dyes?
Here's a poser for you....
Can a horse fly?
Does a fig give a fig
If he can't date a date?
If you love your friend
Do you mate with your mate?
What if it rains
In the sunshine state?
Can you peel a bell?
Did William Tell?
Would a dyslexic witch
Ever learn to spell?
Is that the wood
I can see through the trees?
Is there ever fluid
On a bees knees?
Does a postman call
At the house with deaths door?
Show me the courtroom
Where the judge uses sods law.
Can a sheep
Act like a goat?
And is that wolf
Wearing the sheep's coat?
One question I ask
A thousand times,
Do you have to be in a nursery
To enjoy funny rhymes?
If a horse has a groom
Then why does a bride?
Strolling by the edge of lunar sea
Only you can decide.
When you put a fork in a hot dog
Does it whimper and yelp?
One doesn't have to be crazy to read this....
But, it don't half help.
We've dipped a toe
Into the wonderful lunar sea,
Scream at the moon
Be as mad as a balloon,
Ha ha!!!!
You're all as crazy as me.

Phil Hall  July 2014

CLOUD CUCKOO LAND

The whole world
You should understand,
Well
It seems we're employed
Just to see it destroyed
That's why
We all live in
Cloud cuckoo land.
The truth is this
Things are rather shitty,
I've found the nub
And this is the rub,
The real nitty gritty.
We've made it an art
To pull
The world apart,
We rape resources
From the ground,
Natures tears
Have wept for years,
But,
Man never hears the sound.
Masses
And the call to prayer,
Dictate a theological brew
Their reason for you
Being there.
Every setting sun
The harvest of the gun
All done in Gods name,
Doctored doctrine
So under hand
Here in cloud cuckoo land
This is mans greatest shame.
We have our senses bashed
As to lifes mast
We're lashed
Sailing upon the sea of lies,
Though we're all carbon based
It leaves an awful taste
We've even polluted our skies.
Now nearing the final hour
Yet we still have the power
To change
What they have planned,
For once don't take....
Give
And let the earth live,
We can all emigrate
From cloud cuckoo land.
Phil Hall  June 2014

YOUNG GUN

Life was so much fun
Acting the part,
Nothing taken to heart
I was a young gun.
Like a fugitive on the run
Friends curried favour,
Whilst the ladies I did savour
Rarely holstering the gun.
Setting phaser to stun
Downing the beers,
The acclaim and the cheers
Rapid firing young gun.
Now the setting sun
Puts the world in go slow,
Life just a fading photo
For this has been, young gun.

Phil Hall  May 2014

THE WINDOW

A portal
For me
A mere mortal,
Do I have the zest?
Am I like the rest?
Do I go with the flow
See what's on show
And
Look through the window?
I see the old tree
Staring back at me,
We have the same roots
Stretching so deeply.
Tendrils twisted
Together
Down below,
Breath mists the pane
As ghosts of youth
Drift past the window.
There are two sides
To glass,
On the outside
Pleasure and earthly desire.
My side,
Agitation and a decaying mire
Where my thoughts
Form a baying horde,
A battalion of words amass.
The leering reflection
To which
I feel no connection,
The windows watery mirror
Shields the impacted horror,
We all speak of love
Of hope, faith
And honour
And what hides
The other side of the glass.
That's my rendition.
Open the window
Taste the fresh air,
Climb through
Say hello
He's the one
Stood in front of you.

Phil Hall  June 2014

OBLIVION

I long oblivion
I crave its darkness,
I yearn a shrouded pavilion
Far from the suns hardness.
Eyes stuck with pins
Hollow with sunken appeal,
Leaden gate where it begins
To the alter of death I kneel.
I'd walk in silent pleasure
Upon silken floors,
Choosing the hidden treasure
From behind pulsating doors.
Standing in the midst of dreams
At the precipice of oblivions deep,
Life stands still it seems
As I fold into the cocoon of sleep.

Phil Hall June 2014

STORK = VULTURES

Here we wait
Vultures,
Around the table
Without spoons or forks,
We have a sharp knife
To help create life
We're the assistance
To maternal storks.
As darkness falls
Us vultures,
Prepare drugs
And check oxygen pipes,
We await the crash bleep
Which denies us any sleep
And this is how
We earn our stripes.
Here we wait
Vultures,
Nocturnal storks
We prove our worth,
The night drags so slow
And whether it's rain
Fog or snow
We're ready for any difficult birth.

Phil Hall  June 2014

DOWNTOWN

Downtown
That's the place
Where the sun wears a frown,
A cold wind blows
And the queen's lost her crown.
A sad clown
In a uniform
Looks out of place, he ain't brown.
A judge sits naked
Under his resplendent gown.
Spent
Where's the money gone?
The politicians are all bent,
The decent folk left long ago
They all went.
City gent
Flashed the cash
So much lent,
Sky high interest, no food now
Can't pay the rent.
All the same
Any downtown
Where morals are aflame,
Young girls strut
Then on their back for the game.
By the gun
Make your name,
Drugs and violence
Such a shame.
Downtown
Such a letdown,
Community
A scarcity
Dog eat dog
Meltdown.......

Phil Hall  June 2014

A SEAT BY THE SEA

The gentle breeze
Such a soft caress,
Its tender, salty kiss
Unravelling the stress
As I sit
A seat by the sea.
Eternal ebb
Maternal flow,
Like the heartbeat in the womb
Like only a mother can show
As I reflect
A seat by the sea.
Life enriching sun
Strokes my brow,
Peace giving radiance
All my yesterdays now
As I remember
A seat by the sea.

Phil Hall June 2014

THE BEAST

Beware
You had better beware
The rampant beast,
With thickset elevation
Drooling salivation
Her luscious body he will feast.
Fire
Loins full of fire
Flame engorged beast,
He stalks his prey
With whom he'll lay
She's a beauty from the east.
Taste
His snake like tongue will taste
Feel the strength of the beast,
In truth, the passion she'll find
Is loving and kind
But, the beast can dream.... At least.

Phil Hall  June 2014

THE BOYS

Yeah, we were solid
We weren't tough,
But we were stolid
A crew
We stood together
We'd see it through.
Aloof?
Nah!
We were fucking bulletproof!
No one came near
Nothing to fear,
Skinheads
Dreads,
Whoever,
They would take us on,
We never stressed
We were the don!
The boys
Teenage artisans,
Heroic partisans
With The Jam
Blazing in our heads.
Sharpest hair
Pointed boots
And finest mohair threads.
Cool?
Definitely... Yes
The coolest?
Can't you guess?
Alas
Those days are gone,
Anyway
We were "All for one"
'Mac', 'Bush' and Rod,
'Bot', 'Stoat' and 'Barts'
And of course Gary Powell
Who now drinks with God.
Not forgetting 'Polly'
Madman 'Rogers' and Dean,
The boys
We were unique
In our heads
The wildest, slickest army
The world had ever seen.
"YAHOO BOYS!!!
That was the rallying call,
If you started trouble
Whatever your size or age
You were going to fall.
Just like the Brighton mods
Who were our gods,
We'd rampage
Totally teenage
Until you bled.... Really bled.
Yeah,
Those were the days
Crazy in a lot of ways,
Our goal
Unlike many lads then
Wasn't to find a hole.
We were a brand
Not a manufactured boy band,
An air of disdain
Almost carnal refrain
You just wouldn't understand.
Our passion?
Music and fashion,
Though we didn't follow
We weren't shallow
We were 'The boys'.
Days of magic
Inevitably tragic,
Sands have shifted
Memories sifted
No more
Boys
No more.......

Phil Hall  June 2014

NEWQUAY '78

In memory of my old friend Gary Powell who tragically took his own life a few years ago..... One of the original members of "The Boys" our very select group of teenage trend setters. RIP 

I suppose
I could be selective
With the retrospective,
Though I won't
'Cause I can't,
A liar I ain't,
This was Newquay '78.
Great summertime,
Hot sunny days
Cornwall basking
In shimmering haze,
We arrived
In a drunken blaze.
Me and the boys
Fresh outta toys
Girls now our joys,
Back in Newquay '78.
The town at night
We stood out,
Put it about
Moody pout.
We looked mean
Powerful, yet lean
Anger of James Dean,
It'd never been seen
In Newquay '78.
Mad landlady
Kicked out of digs
For behaving like pigs.
Ha ha! We laughed in her face,
Stomped from the place
Her old man did chase.
But, when we faced him
He backed down
So we walked into town
And drank the night away
In Newquay '78.
Lusty glaze
Beautiful sandy beach
Girls ass like a peach,
Kevin grabbed a feel
That wasn't the deal
Whoa there keep it real.
It wasn't much,
In fact
Only a slight touch
She still slapped him!
A learning curve
In Newquay '78.
Gary had gone!
Things got bad
He'd gone quite mad,
Ran off to the hills
Alcohol and pills.
Lay under the stars
His kicks and thrills
In a potato field
Near Newquay '78.
Staggering about
Followed by the law,
Head feeling sore
Our friend a sorry sight.
Life was his plight
The police he'd fight
Rebellious youth
In Newquay '78.
I look back
Most of it a blur
Booze shadowed what did occur,
Kevin, Gary and Me
I look back fondly.
Misguided yes
But take a guess,
Of course
I'd do it again
In Newquay.
It may be too late
I may be
Past my sell by date,
My body wouldn't allow
What it did then
In the summer
Of Seventy Eight.

Phil Hall  June 2014.

MULBERRY HARBOUR

Children play
Contented and safe,
Where many fell
Under bomb and strafe.
Concrete monolith
Sea creatures hi rise arbour,
Courtesy of Mr Churchill
And his mulberry harbour.
Kites fly
When once shells flew,
For freedom they died
To thank now, so few.
Seventy years
Since that heroic day,
When the brave allies
Swept the evil away.
Iron warriors,Rodney and Nelson
Added their thunder,
Paving the way
For the liberating wonder.
The mulberry harbour
Saw it all,
Men and tanks
A protective wall.
Sea birds sail now
Under peaceful skies,
Where once battle raged
And held fear filled eyes.
Utah and Omaha
Juno, Gold and Sword,
The beaches where the heroes
Put their trust in the Lord.
Our thanks is to them
Who answered freedoms call,
The allies who still walk
And the ones who did fall.
Mulberry harbour
The sea laps still at your base,
The feet of the brave strode
And made our world
A safer place.
God bless all our brave fathers
And mothers who did pray,
When the world held its breath
On that monumental day.

Phil Hall  June 6th 2014
(70th anniversary of the D Day landings)

PLATITUDES

Maybe it's my attitude
But, the veritable cornucopia
Nay,
The plethora of platitudes
Has me feeling really quite ill.
They occur on many a latitude
With creepy, nondescript
Followers
Displaying sycophantic gratitude,
Why do I care? Still.
Visions of great magnitude
Images seared and scored with
Poetry,
Diluted and disfigured by platitudes
The most banal of overkill.

Phil Hall  June 2014

TWILIGHT

Heavenly twilight,
The horizontal highlight
Of lay thinking
And looking through the
Skylight.
Last rays of sundown,
Feeling kind of rundown
With a downturned smile
Like a sad old
Clown.
Darkening sky and heavy rain,
Watering down my joint pain,
My life pouring away
Down this mortal
Drain.
Distant heavens shine from afar
Age old light from dying star,
A conjured dream of flying
High on the wings of a
nightjar.
Curtains fall with billowing cloud,
Storm is brewing, flaming shroud
Cumulonimbus drum roll, malevolent fury loud, so
Loud.
Tempest spits its thunderbolt,
Flashing images of lightning jolt
Artistic ozone savagery
Pegasus painted, the emblazoned 
Colt.
Here's where the Gods bless
The mystical realm of darkness,
Where twilight slides away
Into a netherworld of shadowed
Recess.
Witches brews and augeries
Entomb the fading imagery,
An English early summer evening
Consigned to the depths of
Memory.
So I say farewell, goodnight
Til we meet again dear twilight,
The shutters coming down
On heavens beautiful and gratis
Delight.
Phil Hall  May 2014

NOTHING TO SAY

Hey!
I've not gone away,
Just ran out of words
I've nothing to say.
But I'll be back
I'll come back and play,
Maybe not tomorrow,
Some other day.
It's a bit like a bird
Who's forgotten how to sing
Or it just flaps on the ground
Because, she's lost the use
Of her wings.
Like the frog
Who's forgotten how to jump,
Its legs set like stone
An immovable warty lump.
Or a fish
That cannot swim,
It sits on the bottom of the water
Looking quite dim.
Then there's the snail
Who's lost his shell,
He now looks like a slimy slug
Now that'd be just hell.
You see I just cannot think
Of anything to write,
I've lost my modjo
Mislaid my poetic light.
A bit like the bear
With an almighty sore head,
He needs a good sleep
But Goldilocks has his bed.
Or just like Pinnochio
Who was carved from the trees,
And when it rains
He gets mildew on his knees.
How about Rapunzel
Who wanted to escape, But!
Just before being locked in the tower
She'd had her hair cut.
The poor gingerbread man
Who looked so good to eat,
His escape plan was foiled
When they bit off his feet.
My mind is numb
From losing my writing libido,
I suppose I could sleep like snow white
Hoping it'll re grow.
I feel a bit like Ginger Rogers
Who nobody would have a care,
If she danced the night away
Without the late, great Fred Astaire.
Or even The lone ranger
He'd be useless of course,
Chasing after all the bad guys
Without Silver, his trusty white horse.
Captain Kirk without his Spock
Even Fred without good old Barney,
Terminator would be a heap of scrap
If it wasn't for muscle bound Arnie.
And if his gloves didn't have any blades
Freddy Kruger would be a wimp,
Whilst Tarzan would be a lonely man
Without cheetah, his crazy pet chimp.
Strawberries and no cream
Tangerine without a dream,
Taylor minus Burton,
Window missing a curtain.
Bonnie less Clyde
Ticket not to ride,
Goliath beating David
And Billy isn't a kid.
So,
One day
I just may
Have something to say.
But,
'Til then
I'll say again,
It's one hell of a fight
To think of something
To write.
Alright!!
I'll say goodnight.

Goodnight.

Phil Hall  May 2014

SLAUGHTER AND THE DOGS

Spiked disorder
Utter disgrace,
Spitting and violence
Contorted face.
Beer and vomit
Cigarette fog,
Screeching guitars
Slaughter and the dogs!!
Snarl at society
Like Sid and Nancy,
Ripped Tee and jeans
Nothing fancy.
Vivid colours
Blacked up eye
Badges telling the world
To "Fuck off and die!"
Slouching shoulders
Vengeful anarchy,
Safety pins and chains
Answer always "Why should we?"
School yard rebellion
To the police, a single finger,
Crazed looks of Johnny Rotten
You're a dead ringer.
The youth of today!!
Always a wasted generation,
Ghosts of gangs, threatening
Midnight down in the tube station.
Your girl like Polly Styrene
Red slash of lipstick, torn fishnets,
Private school dropout, a whore
That's as good as it gets.
So, shove your rules and regulations
Pop the blueys, stoned or drunk,
All you squares can kiss my ass
I'm not like the rest of you, I'm punk.
We'll be back, the fashion plague
Just another turn on the style cogs,
When the latest trend changes again
A new Slaughter and the dogs.
A last word from UK punks
"We don't care what we do
Don't give a shit what we say,
So fuck you and fuck the whole world too!!"
Phil Hall  May 2014

IRON MAN

Stories told
He's a heart of gold,
Well, now he's older
He's even bolder.
Years filled
He's iron willed,
Gone the flowing locks
More a silver fox.
He'd slap her ass
Flash the brass,
It's been said
His pencil was still full of lead.
A copper in the force
Showed little remorse,
He kept on an even keel
With nerves of steel.
An Englishman to the core
Eyes of molten ore,
The soul within
Pure as Cornish tin.
In death he'll rust
Not turn to dust,
Fading bronzed tan
Your English iron man.

Phil Hall  May 2014.

SEA OF GREEN

Cloudy day
Children at play,
Running crazy
On a sea of green.
Vacant eyes on clock face
His hands flap
And time races by.
Vapour trails
Snails in the sky
Ha ha ha,
Certain of the custard pie
Flying high
Splat!!
One in the eye.
Our laughter bottled
Pickled
And opened next millennium,
Do you say hi?
Do I say why?
Oops!!
What's that sticking out of your fly?
Open that bottle
Laugh aloud,
Unscrew all the lids
Hear the crowd.
See that girl?
Is that why
You're standing proud?
She said no!
You gotta go,
No good crying
Making a show.
Footsteps
Children's games,
Dancing on the sea of green,
Pirates, princesses
Dirty knees and party dresses,
Knickers seen
Oh so keen.
Church on Sunday
School on Monday,
Dance and sing
On summers sun ray.
The footsteps of youth
Tell so much truth,
Distant tale, never stale
Footsteps
Heard, but rarely seen
Footsteps
On a sea of green.
Phil Hall  May 2014

BLIND DATE

I sigh
I cry
Why me?
Why?
I thought
I sought
Oh God no!
Not my eye.
Mistake
Just a headache
Stay calm
I'll try.
What a state
Blind date
Feel like
I could die.
Salvation came
With designer frame,
Sight restored
Although flawed
Things will never quite
Look the same.

Phil Hall  May 2014

SPECKS OF DUST

We are like ants
Specks of dust
If you will,
Put on this earth
To procreate
And Pay the endless bills.
Eternal vacuum cleaner
Pulls us all
On the final day,
Who aims the hose?
It's the almighty I suppose
Who has the final say.
Maybe it's the dark angel
Sweeping with hellish dustpan
And satanic broom,
Alongside cigarette butts
And sticky chewing gum
This speck is full of gloom.
Life, its cards dealt
From embryonic pack
It's like a busted flush,
Blurry vision
And aching joints
Daisies are starting to push!
We're just dust
Like scurrying ants
Running about 'til we die,
So, whether I'm burned
Or in a casket buried
My speck of soul will float about in the sky.

Phil Hall  May 2014

BRIDGE OF SWORDS

Armour discarded
Bloodied mail lay in abandon,
I face the Bridge of Swords.
The light from the sentinel
Envelopes my naked form,
No sign of the blow that claimed me
For I am dead, free from pain.
I look back
Where death and hurt lay broken,
Fire, smoke and screaming men
Clouded by this ethereal veil.
So this is death
Where coldness grips your spirit
Though,
All I feel is warmth, serenity and joy.
A horn sounds as does the drum
And I step forward, toward light,
My shadowbody in silvery glow
The Gods have summoned me.
Skulls of my kills smile as I pass
Fire breathes from hollow eyes,
The keen blade clasped in hand
A glistening executioner.
Fresh armour awaits me
Gleaming in Valhallas feasting hall,
A horn of ale overflowing
And my warhounds howl as wolves.
My warband are here
Singing like a baying pack,
We are the victorious dead
Fame is ours, the eternal warriors.
I have entered the otherworld
A lord of war no more,
Forever to feast with the gods
After crossing the bridge of swords.

Phil Hall  July 2014

MONDAY MORNING

It'll take hours
Take hours for these aches to go,
The struggle getting out of my head
And it feeling like an unmade bed
The knees creak, rusty and slow.
The sky is grey
Grey and miserable, I can't talk,
My mouth the floor of a birdcage
My brain in neutral, can't engage
No instructions on how to walk.
The gait of a zombie
A zombie, rotten yet undead,
Staggering about, arms outstretched
A look in the mirror, nearly retched!
Are those my eyes bloodshot and red?
The radio grates
Grates like steel on my mind,
Its drone in the background
Whilst I'm staggering around
Hunting for the sock I can't find.
Just another Monday
Another awful Monday morning,
Too much beer, oh what a slob!
Nausea sets in, I hate my job
I just can't stop bloody yawning!
Don't you dare
Don't you dare smile or give a wave
Don't talk either as I'll be rude
I need my tea and breakfast food
Can't be arsed to have a shave.
Mind you
Mind you I have to say,
It isn't just Mondays anymore
I'm finding life a grind and a chore
I'm the same now, every bleedin' day!
Phil Hall  May 2014

HAVEN

This is sanctuary
A haven from furrowed brow,
Where nature claims its foothold
Stress in backseat now.
Ones mind drifting
Filtering noise so loud,
Where patterns dance overhead
Painted by wandering cloud.
A minute spent in my haven
Clearing the head, feeling fine,
I can walk on water
Then turn it into wine.
Colour displayed in a rainbows coat
With the scent to match its splendour,
All negativity and sadness
Is returned with interest to sender.
My little haven
This tiny patch of land,
Although it was created by my labours
It's blessed by Gods strong hand.

I'M SO, SO IN LOVE WITH YOU

The joy
The incredible feeling
I have deep inside,
Although my heart
Is often torn apart
Its something
I just can't hide,
I'm so,
So in love with you.
When I think of you
I smile
Lit up like the golden mile,
That style
You tie the strings
You beguile,
Its true
I'm so,
So in love with you.
I tingle
When I see you,
A beautiful sight
My heart takes flight,
Gliding over clouds
And parting the shrouds
It's obvious
Joyous,
I'm so,
I'm so in love with you.
I hear you
The birdsong in your voice,
I've no choice
But to love you.
So when I'm blue
I call your name
You're to blame
Why
I'm so,
So in love with you.
Is it clear?
I want you
I need you to be here,
Your eyes
Bejewelled fireflies
Show true love,
Blessed from above
I just want you to know
You make my heart glow.
Angel
I'm so
I'm so in love with you.

Phil Hall  May 2014

BRAIN DEAD

My head is empty
My mind is blank,
My thoughts all boarded up
Behind a literal plank.

Nothing to be written
Even less can be said,
The cogs have rusted over
This man is brain dead.

A writer who's prolific
Often controversial and crass,
The pen now redundant
I'm just sat scratching my ass.

The grey matter is just a husk
There's little else to give,
The brain has deceased
It's been strained through a sieve.

The thunder has rolled on
Dissipated over the hills,
It isn't the end of the world though
As my writing never paid the bills.

So, I'll sever my artistic artery,
The final page upon which I've bled,
The body will still transport me
But the brain is literally dead.

Phil Hall  May 2014

GIRL ON GIRL ACTION

Ho ho ho
This only goes to show,
The fetishist fascination
About girl on girl action
Has you visiting my blog
Like a slavering dog.
My attempts at creativity
Coupled with naivity,
Never gained respect
But, this popular subject,
Even though I've lied
And nearly laughed until I cried
Got my blog many hits
So thanks, I'm thrilled to bits.
If you came to seek a thrill
Tough luck,
Its just another poem
By me.
Phil. Xx

Phil Hall  May 2014

THE COMMODITY

I'm sick of this
Of being an oddity,
Just a lump of meat
This governments' commodity.
Ending up in a grave
After years
Of being their slave,
Paying tax on everything
Is something
I don't crave...
Yep
I'm just a bloody commodity.
It doesn't matter
Who's in power
Labour, Tory or Liberal
They're all a useless shower.
Conjuring ways to bleed you dry
Sat fiddling in ivory towers,
They treat us all the same
We're just cash cows
Commodities.
Sent to wars
We didn't want
Just to be pumped with lead,
This conflict is a just one
That's what they said.
But, it's never
Their children leading the line
No, it's our loved ones
In body bags,
The ones that come back dead.
Spent commodity.
From the day you were born
Just an ingredient
In their daily bread,
Like an ear of corn
Milled and ground
Just a pawn
In the chess set of life,
A commodity.
So all in all
I'm sick of it,
I've worked for years
And put up
With all their shit.
I've paid my dues
Done my bit,
Once my death duties
Have been paid
On my grave they'll spit....
And it'll all be replayed
With
A new commodity.

Phil Hall  May  2014

LINDISFARNE

Cold and broody
Always moody,
Desolate and bleak
Craggy like weathered teak
I am island
I am Lindisfarne.
My mind is fortified
Story glorified,
Murder and death
In a single breath
Holy isle
Lindisfarne.
Her tears of rain
Centuries of pain,
First scratched with quill
The story told still
I am island
I am Lindisfarne.
The wind sings in the creak
Of beauty it speaks,
Where the curlews call
Haunts the hearts of all
On this holy isle
Of Lindisfarne.
We survived the Viking sword
They couldn't sever bonding cord,
Dragon head under single sail
I have lived to tell the tale
The spirit of an island
Lindisfarne,
The holy isle
The beautiful island,
I am Lindisfarne.

Phil Hall  May 2014

GREED

The haves full of greed
The have nots empty of feed,
African kids with big eyes
Even bigger empty tummys
Lips covered in flies.
We have huge stomachs
And even bigger eyes,
Whilst we gorge on junk food
Another starving child dies.
This greed is everywhere
The gross inequality
So easy to see,
From bariatric operations
To obesity highlighted on TV.
Grain mountains stored in silos
To fish caught over quota left to rot,
Subsidies given to farmers not to grow
This is how bad it's got.
Unhealthy kids sedentary
In front of a computer screen,
Spoilt brats without a care
Grossly overweight, it's obscene.
In places children walk miles
To get their family's water
Whilst parents bury the body of their malaria ravaged daughter.
This has been the same for years
It'll never ever change,
Suited self promoters only speak of it
When votes are within range.
The geographical inequality
Where so many are in need,
Nothing will ever be done about it
All because of selfishness and greed.

Phil Hall  May 2014

FANTASY

That first touch
Breathing heavy,
Afraid and yet
Eyes steady,
They close
And drift away.
Adult thoughts
Tremulous thighs,
Sobs and sighs
Squirming with heat
Is that lust in your eyes?
Quivering lip
Stroked by a moist tongue
Though only the tip,
Your gasps and moans
Accompany the sweet flow
So strong
So wrong,
Oh so very wrong.
The silken lace triangle
Sculptured to your form in white,
Unfolds hesitantly
To reveal the purest delight.
Untouched, unsoiled
Petals from the delta of Venus itself,
I cup my hands beneath you
And carry you from the shelf.
Your head settles on the pillow
Naked and trembling on cool sheet,
From chastity to womanhood
Stolen moments, fantasy replete.

Phil Hall  May 2014

SHE'S CALLING ME

The cobalt ocean
Under savage cloud,
Drifting dunes
Jagged rock
Gulls raw throat, aloud.
Passion and death
A soul running free,
Crashing waves
Taste of a cruel sea,
Cornwall, my earthen heaven
She sings to me.

Wild sky
Wilder land,
Heaven on earth
Rugged tor
Or golden sand.
Legend and lore
Whatever it be,
Misty moors
The song of the sea.
Kernow is calling
She's calling me.

Phill Hall   May 2014



I SAW YOU COMING

19th September 1356

Poitiers. France.

I saw you coming
That's how legends are made,
I sent your soul spinning to hell
I run you through with my blade.
Your armour no protection
Against this ash, feather and steel,
You refused to bow to me
To a new master. You refused to kneel.
I saw you coming
All banners and bristling swords,
Marching men at arms
Prancing horses, plumed knights and lords.
In all your glory at Poitiers
Our arrows rained down from the sky,
You heard the whisper of steel tipped wings
And they sentenced you to die.
We arrogant English archers
Waved two fingers toward you,
Then dashed down with stilletto blade
And coldly run you through.
Proud knights of France lay dying
In their own filth and deep mud,
Some whimpered like a baby
Whilst others died as a warrior should.
That day I saw you coming
With the Oriflame flying, bloody red,
You promised us no quarter
But, it is you who lie vanquished, dead!
The mighty English archer
A common man of village and dale,
Destroyed the cream of the French army
At Poitiers we did prevail.

Phil Hall  May 2014

SOS

West Bromwich Albion F.C have played in the famous blue and white stripes for over 125 years. Next season will see them playing in a white top with blue 'pin' stripes. Tradition and heritage scrapped because of money.....

This is an SOS
(SAVE OUR STRIPES)

Fish and chips
Salsa and dips,
Dogs and cats
Mobsters and spats,
Always together
Whatever the weather.
Chalk and cheese
Birds and bees,
Black and blue
Dumplings and stew,
Never to sever
Always and forever.
Morecambe and Wise
Cowpats and flies,
Sonny and Cher
Goldilocks and three bears,
The loss of the stripes
Is the cause of our gripes.
Astle and Brown
King and his crown,
History and glory
The 'Baggies' proud story,
Stripes of blue and white
Not this pin striped shite.....

SAVE OUR STRIPES!!

Phil Hall   May 2014

LETTERS

Ay bee!
Did you C dee?
'E's F 'ing put money
On a G gee.
H and I
Went out with Jay,
And Kay said
To 'ell with it
Emm' 'n oh!
Wait a minute
I need a pee.
There's a Queue
Arrr!!
A long S bend,
Fancy a Tea?
Me, you and Vee.
Fancy a double?
You will need it,
As your ex is here.
Sorry for yawning,
Why?
I'm really tired
Zzzzzzz.

Fill All  Aypryll 2014

HANNAH

The dreadful Crohn's disease has no cure, a lifetime of surgical intervention awaits all who develop it. I met a young lady who was for theatre...... Hannah.

Today,
There is no such thing
As today.
It was just like
Any other day,
But that's not
What I wanted
To say,
It was this day
A normal working day,
I met Hannah.

She was sat
A nervous young thing,
Her bravery
Like a gossamer wing.
A fragility
In youthful skin
Concealing
A defiant woman within,
But I saw through it all
The timid and delicately small
Hannah.

She walked with me
She held my arm,
Fear in her steps
Afraid of the harm.
But, she trusted me
Her Knight, all in blue,
I held her hand
I knew what to do.
The team gathered
And hands were lathered
For Hannah.

The hours past
We did what we were able,
As this defenceless young lady
Lay naked on the table.
Life dealt her a tough hand
She'll have problems for life,
Many operations
Under many a knife.
As she came round
The defiant sparkle re found
Brave Hannah.

Thank you Hannah
For leading the way,
For giving me renewed faith
In people today.
This young lady
So inspiring and brave,
To this condition
She'll not be a slave.
For a day you were a queen
A true Angel I'd seen,
Sweet Hannah.

TIME... THE STORYTELLER

He stands
Looking over what has been,
Strange visions
Espied
Never before seen.
He sees the hands of time
Telling the story of man,
The tick tock
Racing clock
Lifetimes rapid span.
The seconds pass
Players on the stage,
Pain and joy
Whether girl or boy
Ink dried on the page.
He sees birth
All in the breath of a second,
Then death
Decomposition
When ones soul is beckoned.

Phil Hall  July 2014

SEA OF UNCERTAINTY

Alone again and staring
Over the sea of uncertainty,
The doleful moon isn't shining
Its beams are dimmed, I can't see.
A sorrow I've felt once before
When time ground to a halt,
My heart is leaden and heavy
Am I the cause, the fault?
Was any of this truly written?
Of love, yearning and desire,
The stars explode in the sky
As tears douse the funeral pyre.
My soul had been opened
For all the world to witness my joy,
Now this warrior stands broken
Just a scared and timid little boy.
The only thing that matters
Is I can see her, hear her voice,
I pray God keep her safe
(She'd be a perfect angel I know)
Please don't make that choice.
A pulse of the resonant drum
With its beat dull on times spent,
The sun has gone, left me here
To tread water in my sad lament.
The waves curl about my legs
And the tide of time tugs at me,
I can't swim, my arms are tied
In the bleak sea of uncertainty.

Phil Hall  April 2014

BACK SLAPPING

You're great
Oh! and you're great too,
Thanks
But I'm not as great
As you.
I think you're the best
I like you the most,
Wow
I'm so honoured
I try not to boast.
I'll back slap you
If you slap me back,
I'll not mention him
Though
He thinks I'm cack.
He's not one of us
As he stands alone,
With his aggression
All he does is
Moan.
He's not part
Of our circle or select clan,
His poetry
Mocks the clique
He's an awful man.
He often hits the nail though
And his work has a place,
But never try to
Slap his back,
'Cause he'll more than likely
Punch your face!!

Phil Hall  April 2014.

THE LITTLE MAN IN A BOAT

I've always loved
The little man
Sailing in his boat,
When he salutes me
I flick my tongue
And away to heaven he floats.
It's important to me
That I speak to him
In a loving kind of dream,
I can taste
The salty sweetness
Upon the river of cream.
I plot a course
Beyond him
Deep into uncharted waters,
Past turbulent waves
Of passion
Lay with Hyperions daughter.
Once I reach my destination
And paradise
I have found,
My flag
Is planted deeply
In this fertile ground.
I work her hard
Til all seed is cast
And our grinding has abated,
The joy of new life
In future months
Has left us spent and sated.
But my pleasure is to give
And pay homage
To the little man in the boat,
All wrapped up snug
In his hood
And scented petal overcoat.

Phil Hall  April 2014

TRUE TO YOUR WORD?

Hey you
Out there!
Are you true to your word?
Not just sucking up
Like some
Snivelling turd?
I mean
For Christ sake,
Do you believe
In what you write?
Or is it
Just fake?
You plagiaristic shite.
You speak of love
Like it's extremely rare,
You extol your sexuality
Like it's a childish dare!
You find a theme
And flog it to death,
Like a long distance runner
Who's struggling for breath.
Throw away lines
So easy to discard,
You'd be better suited
Writing verse in a birthday card.
This medium is a haven now
For the generic and the bland,
Original thought getting rarer
I'll try and make a stand.
Have a go and write
About a subject or topic new,
Then instead of the crap
I may understand the real you.

Phil Hall  April 2014

STONES IN THE POND

When once I larked
Kicking a football
In the park,
My life has now turned
To just throwing stones
And
Shattering the stillness of the pond.
There's a greyness now
And stress creasing
A furrowed brow,
Hair once blonde
Just throwing stones
And how;
Shattering the stillness of the pond.
For years the denial
And young minds
To defile,
The tongue became barbed
Wicked edge like a nettles frond
With me
Shattering the stillness of the pond.
What comes next?
Shuffling along
Can't stay vexed,
Hands in pockets deep
A need to abscond
Away from the hurling
Of stones into the pond.
Life has taken me
From the front seats
To a place in the dark,
With death I have a bond
The flint of youth
Offers now just a feeble spark
A faint ripple on the pond.
So, today I take pleasure
Painting the canvas of my past
A masterpiece, a treasure
This is my mortal song,
I sit looking into the ponds depths
The stones representing breaths
To waste them would be wrong.

Phil Hall  April 2014

STALKER TOM

Hey there!
Hello stalker Tom,
Why don't you
Tell the world
Where you come from?
Come on Tom
Don't be scared,
Is it because
I'm a man
That we've not shared.
Or is it
Just the ladies
On which you prey?
Earlier
You had plenty to say,
But, I think
That's your way.
Public outlets you trawl
Finding pretty ladies
To whom you can call,
Jesus, you made
My girls skin crawl.
Once you were denied
Turned down
I called you out,
So now you hide,
Until another victim
Can be spied.
There are plenty
Of places you can go,
Left handed sites
That put on a show.
So Tom
You pathetic stalker,
Google walker,
There are lots
You can find
So leave the women be
And beat yourself stupid
And happily go blind!!!!

Phil Hall  April 2014

FEET

I've got a foot
In fact
I have got two,
They're very useful
When going to the loo.
I don't have to bend
To piddle
In the pan,
That is a benefit
Of being
A big man.
The problem
That I have
And I don't know
What to do, is
If I have a stiffy
How do I
Put on my shoe?

Phil Hall  April 2014

OH DEAR

Oh dear
Oh dear, dear, dear
What the hell
Is going on round here?
Where Daddy is Mommy
And Mommy is Daddy
And other things
Rather queer.
The subjects
Generally taught
Eg..Reproduction in biology
To our children at school,
The union
And procreation
Of man and woman
Being the rule.
Now, we've
Barry and Brian
Anna and Anita
With a blob of aqua lube,
Replacing
Natures purest form
Of mating
With a turkey basting tube.
As parents
There's no denying
They'd probably be
Full of love,
But
In truth they're
Just guardians
Giving mother nature a shove.
"Daddy, where did I come from?"
"Ask your Mommy darling"
"But Daddy, Mommy is a man",
Oh dear, oh dear dear dear
"In biology today"
"We learnt about having babies"
"And that it's only a woman who can"
When fish first slithered
From the murky depths
Millions of years ago
They were male and female,
If it had been
Any different
Like Barry and Brian
Then life on earth would've failed.

Phil Hall  April 2014.

I KILLED THE QUEEN

It just happened
I didn't intend to do it,
I remember thinking
Oh shit!
I mean
Who would actually
Want
To kill the queen?
The one minute
She was there,
All elegant and regal
Then I was plunged
Right in it.
I don't think
It's legal.
In my defence
I was
Protecting myself,
As I grabbed
The rolled up newspaper
Lying on the shelf.
I thought
She was attacking me
In my own
Front room,
So I belted her
About the bonce
And sealed
Her majesty's doom.
She lay there
Squirming dizzily
I wasn't sure
What to do,
So I put the queen
Out of her misery
And crushed her with my shoe.

Phil Hall  April 2014

BENEATH THE FALL

I've written about
Nature
And comedy too,
I've penned
Historical
And educated you.
Rhymes about
Love
And how it was found,
Prose created
For the worlds beauty
On view all around.
My feelings typed
Telling
Of birds in flight,
And the build up
Of tension
When warriors fight.
I've waxed lyrical
Regarding a threesome
With chocs in my bed,
Also described
My world
From A to Z.
There's been poems
About a frog
And a flea that talk,
With an invitation also
To stroll on cliffs
And a country walk.
How many times
Have I written
About age?
Sharing a woman's pain
About abuse
Being locked in a cage.
I've teased
The reader
Describing fantasy sex,
Even been chased
In a dream
By Tyranosaurus Rex!
But for all that
I've written
It means bugger all,
When I see
The comments about
A bloody waterfall!!

Phil Hall  April 2014.

THE PLANETS

When I look up to the stars
I think
Which one of you is mars?
And which one is the moon?
Saturn has its rings
And the
One which sings
Must be
Far away nep-tune.
Would it be
Very hot
Walking on mercury?
Is it too far
To ski
On tiny pluto?
Wouldn't get there anytime soon.
Just for my girl
I'd please her
With a holiday on Jupiter,
Venus might also be ok
To visit for a day
Maybe not though
It'd just cause a stir.
For what it's worth
I'll stay
Right here on earth,
It's certainly a bonus and boon
Because it'd be awfully shite,
If Ur anus was in sight
I'm sure I'd probably swoon.

Phil Hall  April 2014.

TIGER LILY

TIGER LILY
(A WHORE FROM PICCADILLY)

The first time
I sang about
Tiger Lily,
I was marching
Down High Street
With my best mate
Corporal Billy.
I heard
She was a whore
From Piccadilly,
Long black hair
Bright red lips
An expensive
Feisty filly.
Her mother
We had come
To understand,
Was also
On the game
Working the street
Known as the Strand.
The father
Hung around
The 'Elephant & Castle',
Offering men
All sorts of things
Including
Selling his arsehole!!
So we march
And sing
Off to war as planned,
Waxing lyrical
About Tiger Lily
And the weirdest
Fucking family in the land.

Phil Hall  April 2014

"My name is Tiger Lily
I'm a whore from Piccadilly
My mother is another
On the Strand.
My father hawks his arsehole
Down the Elephant & Castle
We're the weirdest
Fucking family in the land"

World war two British army
Marching song.

Composer.... Unknown.

I HAVE DIED

I have died,
That's how I feel
On the inside.
I last felt like this
When I was seven,
Summer sun
Endless fun
Through til
I was about eleven.
But, now I've met you
It's like I've died.
Yes died!
And now I'm in heaven.

Phil Hall March 2014

BARBARIAN

Here I sit
Awaiting death.

Slime drips down cold walls
Distant roars of crowd and beast,
The stench
Of human filth and fear
A brew mixed in this gory feast.

Beetles scurry
In the sand at my feet.

My eyes strain
In the feeble light,
Drifting thoughts of home
The burning, the screaming
And the desperate, hopeless fight.

I dry my hands in sand
To grip my sword better.

To my land Albina
Came a leathern horde,
Bristling plumes, ordered spear
They called us 'Barbarian'
Killed our women with their sword.

A tear falls from my bearded face
My Morwenna lies dead far away.

I slaughtered many that day
My bearskin dripping Roman blood,
But I was felled by a legion
And dragged here to fight for them
In the arena, they say I'm good.

I pray to my Gods
I remember the moonlit henge.

I will return there in death
To walk the stones as if in life,
Though I kill whoever faces me
The mob, baying pack roar acclaim
But, I kill in memory of my wife.

They call me 'Vir Gigas'
The crowd are screaming my name.

My true name is Cynbel of Belgae
Tribal chief and warlord,
Now just a slave, a pawn of death
Selected to fight the Gladiator
To battle for life, sword on sword.

I step through the gates of hell
Into the cauldron of debauchery.

I look at my killers in waiting
I smile as I sense their voiding fear,
They circle me looking for weakness
But I strike with a wolf like howl
Killing with a lunge to great cheers.

All three lie slain
For I am Vir Gigas... The giant man.

A son of Albina, I stalk the dais
Promising death to all on high,
These sons of Rome in togas
And their whores lying all around
This Barbarian wants to die.

My bloodied spear is thrown
As I scream the curses of Brittania.

My life soon to be over
As a phalanx march toward me,
I charge. keening my battle cry
A bearskin clad, dread warrior
From far across the sea.

I see the stones before me
Morwenna smiling brightly.

I am home, walking the groves
Of beech, ash, and the mighty oak,
Back in beautiful Albina
My wife, she walks beside me
In deaths comforting cloak.

Phil Hall  April 2014

TITS

I love tits
I love them all,
How they bounce about,
Be they large
Or small.
They move
In a perky, jerky style,
Watching them
Playful and pert everyday
They always make me smile.
So for tits everywhere
My adulation in written word,
Thank you
For bringing me pleasure
You adorable little bird.

Phil Hall  March 2014

MOTHER

Mother

A mother
Is just like the air,
You don't have
To see her,
To know
That she's there.
And just
Like the air,
A mother
Gives us life,
Love, protection
And is free
With her care.

Phil Hall March 2014

COLOURS

I'm feeling blue,
It's because of you,
I'm green with envy
I'm in a frenzy
All because of you.
You're in the pink
That's what I think,
Whiter than white
Whilst I have to fight
My feelings on the brink.
No turning back
My mood cold and black,
Face flushed and red
This is over.... Dead
New life, changing tack.
Some say I'm yellow
Not the old stout fellow,
No more purple patch
Loves door left on the latch
The song drifts cool and mellow.
Life can arc like a rainbow
Colours bending toward fools below,
There's no pot of gold
Browned off with the crap I'm sold
Mix and match a big fat no no.
Drenched by lifes cold grey rain
Where's the sun when I'm in pain?
Show your true colours mate
Before it's too late
Don't let tears cause them to stain.

Phil Hall  March 2014

MATELOT

The 'Spithead nightingale's' call
As she slips out to sea,
Grey as the clouds hanging above
Salient emotions on the quay.
Matelot's in line on the deck
As 'Invincible' glides so proud,
The Ensign slaps in agitation
And the nation sings aloud.
Once again Britannia is at war
And the sea holds all the aces,
Warships hear our peoples cry
In whatever hostile places.
Wives and children send kisses
To their heroes standing tall,
The bulwark of Great Britain
Our Royal Navy defends us all.
Steel hulls, when once was oak
Salt in the blood, rum and tar,
Conning tower and radars
Replace the blocks and spar.
Mariners stare with weather eye
And old salts salute the Jack,
The families pray to the union flag
That God will bring them back.
Royal Marines sail off to battle
The dreaded green berets,
Per mare, per terram
First into any bloody foray.
The sun dips o'er the yardarm
And the fleet is under way,
Nelson laid the foundations
Britannia always wins the day.
Matelots stare to the distant horizon
Omens emblazoned on fiery sky,
Invincible the heroic flagship
The reason is to do, not to ask why?
Resolute and steady as ever
The senior service of iron might,
Some ships will never return
But, all are prepared to fight.
Matelots of stout heart, so brave
Our navy of history and fame,
They're what made Britain great
They're what gave us our name.
HMS Brilliant, Andromeda et al
Joined Invincible in this story,
All now in our hearts and history
Alongside the legendary Victory.
To all our Matelots and Bootnecks
You're still the masters of the sea,
Protectors of this mighty Isle
Thank you defenders of the free.
Phil Hall March 2014.

SEVENTH SENSE

My eyes feast upon you
Every contour excites
I want to taste and devour
Your sweet delights.
The sound of your pleasure
Is the measure,
The music to my ears
And the smell
Of your passion, pure lust
Dispels any lingering fears.
It means so much
The tingle
When I touch,
And I know its right
As do you
Our shared flights
Of fancy and joy always new.
We feel one more
A seventh sense
Felt deep in our core,
When love is real
And how you feel
When you just know
That you've found the one
The one for evermore.

Phil Hall  April 2014

LEAP OF FAITH

Even atheists pray,
Well, at least they utter
Gods name,
Jesus gets a mention
Although it's usually
Profane.
Your God
My God,
They're all about the same,
Everlasting life
And spiritual peace
Is the proud and boastful claim.
But,
In order to enter heaven
You actually have to die,
And nobody has come back to life
To tell us
It's all a lie.
I suppose
I'm a bit of a sceptic
My faith being full of doubt,
Innocent children die needlessly
And terrorists are free to kill
What on earth is that all about?
Please God
Give us a leap of faith
Send a sign to show you're there,
Forget the plague of locusts
And the biblical floods
Send a miracle cure to show you really care.

Phil Hall  March 2014

PORN STAR

Do you remember the seventies?
Can you look back that far?
When skinny men with moustache's
Were the ubiquitous porn star.
With terrible, inane dialogue
And music bordering on tripe,
They'd turn up at a woman's house
With the intention of fixing a pipe.
Of course the housewife was busty
And her garments were soon shed,
As the plumber got his tool out
She dragged him off to bed.
The sex resembled a car crash
Lots of groans and oohs and aahs,
As the sweaty, wrestling combatants
Were joined by two more 'stars.'
At this point in adult cinemas
Right hand frantically  employed,
Dirty old men in raincoats
Soon became overjoyed.
Nowadays they're much slicker
With film titles not so banal,
Like "Shaving Ryans Privates"
And the mindboggling "Charlie's Anal".
The stars have exotic names also
Like Ben Dover and Cindy Suck,
And the acting's still really bad
But, they're only supposed to f***.
The perks and money are good
This growth industry doesn't slack,
You can earn a fortune in cash
Just laying on your back.
Though there are specialties
A couple of them spring to mind,
Like dwarf throwing and golden rain
Even stranger ones are easy to find.
The seventies and its cheesy films
Are the ones I remember best,
Especially 'Chesty Morgan'
And her enormous droopy chest.
Phil Hall  March 2014

IN MY HEAD

I'm sure there are strangers
Running riot in my head,
I can't believe
Some of the things
I've done or said!
I call people names
Like tosser or twat,
It just happens
So amazing to think
I'd say something like that.
It isn't me lifting your skirt
And copping a quick feel,
It's my inner demons
Out of control
It's no big deal.
You will blame me I know
But it's not true,
As its a complete stranger
And not me
Who's fondling you.
It wasn't me
Who stole your new bike,
Kicked the heads off your flowers
Pissed through your letterbox
Call the police if you like.
They can't arrest
The voices in my brain,
I'll just run in a circle
Screaming "Choo choo!!!"
Pretending I'm a train.
They'll think I'm crazy
They'll just say I'm mad,
But I'll wink my eye at you
Spit in your face
And continue being bad.
I can get away with anything
Its the strangers can't you see?
My parents despair
But, they were soft as shit
A peaceful life to pacify me.
Teachers are even worse
Scared that I'll sue their ass,
They can't instill discipline
Their threats pathetic
As I disrupt the class.
You created these strangers
Yeah, you lot.... Society,
With your liberal rubbish
About punishments and stuff
I've rights you see.
These strangers are fiction
They're not really there,
I'm just a spoilt little bastard
Who needed a good slap
And today there are millions like me
Everywhere.

Phil Hall  March 2014