older poems

 

 

 

DAMNED

 

So many petty people live in our world; some sell drugs to wannabe gangsters,

while others sleep with your girlfriend and don’t say sorry.

What would I do with these petty nobodies?

Shooting them would be too quick so I’d send them to hell, a fire burning sulphurous fate for all eternity.

Back in the real world I live my life and look after number 1, as no one else gives a damn – so why should I?

 

 

BAD PERSON

 

What makes a person bad? Is it committing the worst crime, cold-blooded murder?

Does that make a person bad? Are they bad if it was done intentionally, or what if it was a grave error? Are normal people capable of bad acts? Is it forgivable?

There is a difference between the cold-blooded murderer who kills for fun and the driver who kills in a car crash. One is evil, the other unfortunate.

Have people forgiven me for my bad acts in the past? Will I pay in the future for the trauma I have caused? Badness comes in three forms, the evil murderer, the unfortunate victim of circumstance and the innocent turned violent.

 

 

ATF

 

Sleek, so surreal shapes, blended colours, invisible.

Yes, totally to us all. Power, stealth, beauty and death?

No, there is no foreseeable enemy.

Internal missiles, total computer control, massive engine power.

Yes, I have a pilot but he is only an observer.

Artificial intelligence, of course.

I can do no harm as I am a machine of beauty.

I am the angel of flight and of invincibility.

I am the Advanced Tactical Fighter designed

by an artist.

 

 

ATTACK HELICOPTER

 

Eight tons of metal, all armour plated and guided missiles,

this is a flying tank with the handling of a Porsche and the

beauty of a shark.

Armour piercing missiles and a 30 millimetre cannon,

that’s the goods we carry, to use on some unwary enemy.

We’ve been to Vietnam, Bosnia, the Gulf and Chechnya,

dealing death and destruction.

We lie in wait behind the trees for the little tanks to come

and meet their fiery end, for we are the scourge of the

battlefield and yes, you are the victims.

We are made in America, Russia and Europe,

specialist helicopters for a specialist job; yes, we can do

what we want as anything is possible with a gunship.

 

 

 

THE OLD MILL

 

The big Victorian mill sits big and majestic all on its own.

Not many are left now, since the fall of the cotton industry.

It is such a shame – most were demolished, but this is the way

to the future and of cheap concrete buildings.

This one here is one of a few, preserved as a reminder

complete with huge old steam engine.

People take their children there to show them how it used

to be over a hundred years ago.

DEEP BLUE SEA

 

I love the colour of the sea, the sound of the waves on the cliffs

and the freedom the sea holds.

Everyone has seen the sea and has run through the surf on some local beach.

Sailors still see mermaids after one too many vodkas,

shipwrecks bring the end of many a ship on razor sharp rocks.

Men of all races are still drawn to the mystery of the ocean and to

Her beauty.

Pirates across time come and pillage the cargo vessels of the sea.

Millions of ships have sunk in the perilous sea, all gone; but

they still exist down on the sea bed in their tragic and shattering beauty.

Even today the sea Gods wait for their next victims,

yes it could be you!

FLYING

 

Everyone can fly in the sky,

no matter who you are

or what you do, we all can do it.

There are no dimensions we can’t reach

or lands too far away.

All it takes is for you to open your

mind and to dream that you are

in the sky and you will be there.