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