APRIL SKIES

This is the time
For showers
And rain filled
April skies,
But also
The time for promises
And terrible,
Despicable lies.
This is the time
For campaigning
And getting your vote
At the election,
Would you want
Any of these suits
Who couldn't manage
An erection?
My dad once said
Never trust a man
Who talks with soft
Moist lips,
He's more than likely
Full of shit
Tory, liberal
Labour or UKIP.
So, in this month
Of promises
And blossoming buds
Of spring,
Remember,
Politicians are full of crap
And won't deliver
A thing.

Phil Hall.   March 2015
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ANGLI TAMEN LEO RUGIET

I want to walk
On an endless beach,
With tears and memories
Falling in equal measure.
I want to talk
To the ocean breeze,
And feel life all around me
Where life has now departed.
I want to see
Those far off days,
Playing in the sun
With the pride to comfort me.

I want to walk
Under towering trees,
With glittered jewels
Of sunlight
Showering down on me.
I want to talk
With the lion
Father of the pride,
Seated high upon exalted dais
Stern and strong
Forever in our soul
Whilst our blood does pulse.

"Angli tamen Leo rugiet"
The English lion still roars!

Phil Hall  March 2015

A BREEZE OF YESTERDAY

I've awoken
From a world of denial,
A world of dreaming spires
Kite flying
And oceans blue.
I've sat up,
Untied the bondage
Of blissful ignorance,
Where words flood
Tripping over
One another
To satisfy
The lust for
Self adulation.
This ship has sailed,
Floating free
Upon the sea of life
Or
A dreamy river of destiny.
A new smile breaks
Refreshed, cleansed
Caressed
By the breeze of yesterday.
The sun and stars
Tug at ones conscience,
Ink dries
Upon the pages of self harm
And abuse of the soul.
Free again to wander
And wonder,
A Virgin birth of sunrays
Warm the future path
As I stroll barefoot
And barefaced
Immersed
In a breeze of yesterday.

Phil Hall.  February 2015

A TEA CUP IN A STORM

Oh, us English
Totally unflappable,
Stiff upper lip
The norm.
Our answer
To troubles palpable,
Being a tea cup
In a storm.
The beverage
So quaffable,
A tincture
Soothing and warm.
Car crash,
Loved one lost,
Any ailment In fact
Soothed
By
A tea cup
In a storm.
For centuries the 'T'
Added to our morality,
Putting our nation
Top of the civilised form.
This Steaming brew
Aiding our mortality
God bless
The teacup in a storm.

Phil Hall. March 2015
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FRIEND OR FOE

Are you friend
Or
Are you foe?
With your covered face
I wouldn't know.
Coming from afar
To do me Ill,
Holding up a book
And claiming
It's Gods will.
Is this the God
Who sent a son,
To be crucified
To save everyone?
Well,
The lamb certainly
Turned his head,
When innocents
Were molested in their bed.
By priests and clergy
Whilst in their care,
Where was God then?
Why wasn't he there?
Children abducted
Or shot in their schools,
By so called Jihadists
Applying Gods rules.
His voice on earth
Says "No contraception"
Where Aids is rife,
Millions of starving children
Gods warmest wishes
Causing suffering and strife.
Up or down
Which way to go?
It's hard to decide
Who's friend or foe.
Child abuse and beheading
All the devils doing,
But, it's in the name of Allah
All this shit we're viewing.
You'd let your child die?
Withholding life giving blood,
Is that truly Gods word?
Oh Lord, that's not very good.
Everywhere you look
There lies a tale of woe,
All watched over by a God
Is he friend or foe.

Phil Hall February 2015

TIME LINE

An egg
In slime,
Cocoon
So soon
Grazed knees
And
Shirt neck of grime.
Effort
And graft,
To fumbled love
So daft
Truth and lies
You drink
She cries
So fine
More wine?
Offspring
And more
At work
Shown the door,
Fuss and ado
Call the boys
In blue,
The fall
From grace
Includes
Wrinkled face
Time
You know the score.
The ground awaits
Through
Rusty gates,
All your worth
Deep in
The earth
Under carved
Granite sign.
Through
Lifes egg timer
Sifted,
The sands of life
Shifted
This is the end
Time line.

Phil Hall  February 2015

OUR DAY... ONE DAY

See Look up at the sky
Birds floating past
Make pictures
From the cloud formations,
Up there... Up high.
All in black
Faces dripping tears
Sadness everywhere
You're gone,
No coming back.
A fallen leaf
From the tree of life,
Shrivelled and dry
A memory for time
Another's grief.
The few words spoken
Like feathers they scatter
In the cold, crisp air
Lay in silken splendour
Never to awaken.
And there I'll lay
For eternity and beyond,
A moment reserved
For all of us
Our day..... One day.

Phil Hall  February 2015