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