The Yorkshire rose gently holds the Lancashire rose Striking a remarkable pose A longtime since the War of the Roses did end

Is a poem our only fate? When the world has finished it’s nightmare raid Broken bricks Burning wooden sticks

The secret army We cannot see Open their mouths silently They will not appear Yet, silently we hear them speak Their words of absurdity

Trying to catch a snitches eye With angel wings Flying high As many hands Try to grab a snitches eye

Treacle toffee hearts Sticky, runny, caramel centre A brittle, tender outer shell

A kiss before bed The boy coy said He kissed the girl coy

The world is broken and can never be fixed I fell in love with your broken bits Those are the parts that best fit you

Say what you see It’s meant to be easy Like an arrow pointing to the answer It is straight in front of me I turn it upside down

Shrinkage and inflation Really is affecting this great nation As we trawl the shops Variety and choice has sadly been lost

Cotton clouds A total bliss Leaned down to the green earth To almost kiss Caught in between was blue and pink sky serene

Temptress Rose Stunning in the shadows of the dark Breaking many demons hearts Splitting them into two Her eyes covered in their drippin

Mr Book Started talking to me Reading the many books pages It was a mystery to me Reading through his glass monocle

Repeat TV Spoke about The spew spun out We all try to shut it out Yet, the TV does shout If you missed it the first time

I often visit myself In the graveyard of my soul Buried in the deep cold ground My pure self is found Trying to escape

The lighthouse What lies beneath? A triangle of deceit Floating in the deep ocean As if, captured in a fishbowl

Blood shot eye The wind whistling The bins banging The storms just ahead As the ground shakes

An eclectic mix Who are all vying for their face to be in the big pic The eccentrics have so many wonderful faces

Brainwashed A splitting headache too Split in two Red and blue My head might explode

As I stretch out, my welcoming hand To hold your loving hand You are just within my grasp I cannot reach you yet

Playing with a football in the street Kicking the ball at my feet The graffitied wall Today’s goal Header scored! One Nil Oh what a thrill!