NATURE

RUDDY MALLARD

Ruddy Mallard
Ruddy Duck
Ruddy complexioned
Ruddy birdwatchers

SUCCUMBING

Though a cool day
The spring sunshine,
Was hot through the glass
And combined with the wine
And an excellent lunch
It wouldn’t be long methinks
Before I slowly succumbed
To the long blinks

PERVADING SCENTS

Drifting on the breeze
Pervading scents of nature
Tell the summer tale

TALES OF THE RIVERBANK

A bee sipping nectar from a flower
A sparrow sipping dew from a leaf
A butterfly on his way to somewhere
Pays us a visit but it was only brief

A duck quacks out on the water
And we hear a Kingfisher splash
An elegant swan glides effortlessly by
And the dragonfly makes a dash

ODDS AND SODS

1984

In 1984
The world changed
Irrevocably
It became darker
More foreboding
Not in an Orwellian way
But the sun was cooler
The wind sharper
The future more uncertain
That was 1984 for me
Because in the space
Of just a few short weeks
Tommy and Eric died

TOMMY AND ERIC

Tommy Cooper
And Eric Morecambe
Were funny men
Not vulgar
Or foul mouthed
Not forced or contrived
Just naturally funny men
Who made you laugh
Just by walking on to the stage
In fact thinking about them
Has just made me smile

SHAMELESS SHAZZA

We must pay her now
A King’s ransom
A sum in the millions
So quite handsome

And for what exactly
Sacking her unfairly?
Or more accurately
For sacking her too early

She’ll take the money
Without a thought for Peter
For shameless Shazza
Thinks she’s the victim

CRISIS? WHAT IS A CRISIS?

The FIFA barons
Just keep getting fatter
The fattest of all are
Warner and Blatter
And despite revelations
And newspaper chatter
The president contends
It’s an internal matter

AUSCHWITZ

Auschwitz in essence
Was a processing plant
Or perhaps more accurately
A recycling plant,
Recycling an abundant commodity,
i.e. lower forms of life,
Into a revenue stream
By stripping the resaleable parts
Clothing, jewelry, hair, teeth
And burning what was left.
A cold and calculated business
Inhumanity on an industrial scale.
So the next time
You cast yesterdays must have device
Into your recyling bin
Just remember the Germans did that with people

POLYHYMNIA

Versatile Polyhymnia
Muse of singing
Muse of mime
And of sacred dancing

START TO FINISH

Start to finish
Beginning to end
Dawn till dusk
Weekday to weekend
Young to old
Forever my friend

A LONG WALK WITH GOD

SIMPLE FAITH

Faith is a very simple thing
Between you and your God King
Don’t let the legion of Clergy
Over complicate by liturgy
The church do not own our Deity
God is inherent in the laity

UNDER THE BLUE AND SUNNY SKY

Under the blue and sunny sky
I open my heart and sing
In praise to the heavenly father
For the beauty of the morning
And raise up my hands in worship
Of my one true God and King

GODS DEVOTEES

You will find in any holy place
Every up turned face
Of the congregation there
With the power of prayer
Can achieve both great and small
With faith and prayer is all
A fellowship on their knees
A family of Gods devotees

TRUST IN HIM

Trust in Him each day
He is dependable always
Trust Him to guide you
He will always be with you

Keep Him in your heart
You are never far apart
Pray in the bad times
Praise in the good times

Trust in Him each day
He is dependable always

THE WORD

You will find comfort
In His Holy Word
It is still relevant today
The Bible isn’t absurd

You will find no better
In any modern tome
Read His word abroad
Read His word at home

MY LIFELONG FRIEND

My Lord Jesus Christ is with me
He has been my lifelong friend
And when he walks beside you
On the saviour you can depend
Jesus was there at my beginning
And He will be there at my end

THE BUSBY BABESS A TALE OF HEROES

A TALE OF HEROES

Young heroes returning
From a far off foreign field
With hard fought victory won
Where the valiant refused to yield

Like heroes from Homers Iliad
Exalted in the legends
But in the Germanic snows
The heroes journey ends

As the Gods of winter struck
Fire and ice took its toll
And the names were duly writ
Upon an eternal honour roll

Geoff Bent, Roger Byrne (Capt)
Duncan Edwards, Billy Whelan
David Pegg, Tommy Taylor
Mark Jones and Eddie Colman

THE SURVING BABES OF MUNICH

Morgans and Blanchflower
Never played again
Some played to soon
Some could never play the same

Some were cast aside
Some fullfilled there destiny
But none were unscathed
After the tradgedy

Those who remained
Of the team Busby built
All survived the horror
But lived with the guilt

THE BUSBY BABES REPLAYED

The Busby Babes were sublime
The best by far in their time
And when eight of their number
Went to their eternal slumber
They went straight to heaven
To join St Peters first XI

THE BUSBY BABES

The young lads played the game
The Busby Babes was their name
Though they played like magic
They embraced tragedy in Munich
Their plane crashing in the snow
The wreckage burning all aglow
Eigth of their magnificent number
Would not see another summer

JIMMY MURPHY 6TH FEBRUARY 1958

In those brief moments,
Jimmy was happy,
On top of the world.
He had reached the pinnacle
Wales in the World Cup Finals
United in the European semis
Life was good
Life was very good indeed

Then the news came
Of a crash in the snow
And suddenly
Life wasn’t so good.
Information,
Patchy at first
Trickled in,
Not all reliable
Miss information
Spread like the plague,
Then the facts emerged
From amongst the fictions
So many dead
So many lost
And for the living
Life would never be the same

Jimmy blamed himself
For being so smug
For being so happy
For being alive

MANCHESTER UNITED DARKEST HOUR

Broken in he twisted wreckage
The victims of Munics winter carnage
Crashing in the snow and ice
There would have to be a fearful price
And when the bill was finally reckoned
Deaths reaper grimly beckoned
Towards the twenty three poor souls
That appeared on his fearsome rolls
Young men cut down in their prime
Older ones who thought they’d more time
Were all taken from that grissly place
To feel the breath of heaven on their face
Taking the souls who died in the snow
To where the innocents and the heroes go

Love Collection # 9

UNITY

Being together
Without words,
Thoughts trancend
The empty silence
To find balance
In perfect union,
A comfortable congress

MY LOVE IS FOREVER

My love is forever
For even if we part
You will never
Completely leave my heart

BECAUSE MY LOVE FOR YOU IS TRUE

Because my love for you is true
There is nothing I won’t do for you
Except for this one small thing
Which is that I won’t do nothing

I SHOULD HAVE TRIED MUCH HARDER

I should have tried much harder
Looking back upon that day
I should have fought for you
I should have tried every way

You were the very best of me
Around you my heart lightend
In your presence I walked on air
Around you my spirits brightened

I lost myself in my own conceit
I was consumed by self obsession
I stopped seeing you as precious
And treated you like my possession

I should have tried much harder
On that day so very long ago
I should have fought for you
Instead I ran away and let you go

A BOOK ON THE SHELF

A book on the shelf
Passed by, passed over
Rejected by browsers
Ignored by casual trade
Over looked by readers of discernment
Often handled but never understood
A book on the shelf
Unwanted and unappreciated
Unloved and forlorn waits patiently
For that one special wordsmith
Who will see the small tome
Among the vast bibliotheca
And admire the cover,
The quality of the fabric
Its exquisite binding
He will handle the book
Feel its weight and worth in one carress
And will appreciate its quality.
When he turns the pages
He will engage with the contents
Understanding its language
Each perfect word on each pristine page
This will be a story of such worth
When the wordsmith finds
This book on the shelf

I WALK ON EGGS

I walk on eggs
To protect the fragile peace
I try to be invisible
As I dread your displeasure so
But even in the midst
Of such an uneasy peace
I fear your rejection
For being invisible is still better
Than not being there at all

THE FIRST TIME I TOUCHED YOU

The first time I touched you,
Beckoned by temptation
Was a magical experience
Even in my clumsy seduction
My tender advances met
With spine tingling response
And in a bloodless loving coup
I broke down your sconce

ELAINE

I remember the first time
That I saw Elaine
Just one look
And I was smitten
But I couldn’t speak to her
I just watched
And admired
She caught me looking
Once or twice
And she smiled
Her smile was nice
But I looked away embarrassed
The last time she suddenly got up
And to my utter dismay
She was coming my way
I though she would have a go
About me staring
But no she said “hello”
And told me her name
Then for the longest time
She just looked at me
As I stuttered and stammered
Then she kissed me

IN MY FANTASY

In my fantasy
You bring me ecstasy
In my actuality
I crave your sensuality
So it would seem
I must live in my dream

APPLE OF MY EYE

You are the apple of my eye
Sitting seductively silent
I seem to feel lust and love
Almost in equal measure
Your mere existence
Has brightened my being
And stirred my soul
And awakened feelings
Long buried
But after the lust evapourates
The love will remain
A more tangible emotion
So let us make memories
That we can treasure

LOVE CONQUERS ALL?

Who ever said
“Love conquers all”
Obviously hadnt met you
Normal rules seem not to apply
I surrendered my heart
I bared my soul
All to no avail
You just used me
Then cast me aside
So I am once again alone

DECENT PROPOSAL

The traditional way
Is now rather passé
And may have had its day
But I will ask thee
While on bended knee
If thou wilt marry me

GRACE

When I saw her
I fell in love with Grace
Though her reputation
Was as a straight lace
But I didn’t see that
At all in her face
I went and asked “Would
You dance with me Grace”
She said she would
“But nothing fast paced”
So I placed my hand
On the curve of her waist
And pulled her towards me
And though she was chaste
She didn’t pull away
Or repell my haste
So I danced the next dance
With the beautiful Grace
And the one after that
With a smile on my face
We left the dance floor
With fingers interlaced
On the day I placed my hand
On the curve of her waist
Was the day I fell in love
And my life was Graced

SMOULDERING

Smouldering looks
Flaming desire,
Lustful tinglings
And passionate fire
Eager anticipation
Tantalisingly relishing
Adds to the fatasy
For later embellishing

EXTRAORDINARY GIRL

For a young girl,
Well compared to me,
You have done something
Extraordinary to me
You have warmed my cold heart
You have cleansed my unclean soul
You have instilled purpose
Where there was none
Out of despair I now have hope
You have laid the ghosts of my past
So I now have a future

RHYTHMIC LIFE

I have a life with rhythm
And clarity of purpose
That defines me perfectly
And that clear rhymic life
Is your great gift to me
A gift given before God
When we joined in matrimony
The depth of our union
And the depth of our love
Will not easily be bested

A PERFECT DAY

A perfect day
Spent with you
The two of us
That’s my view
No one else
Just us two
A perfect day
Spent with you

VULGARLY HUMEROUS # 2

TOP OF THE LINE

Toward little ones I incline
Your little breasts are fine
As sweet as cherry wine
Your threepennys are klein

Toward little ones I incline
Small by natures design
Beautiful when you’re supine
For your little breasts I pine

Toward little ones I incline
Disappearing when you recline
Your nakedness I love to entwine
And your little breasts are mine

Toward little ones I incline
The scientists want to refine
I like them little, bottom line
They are the top of the line

THERE IS MORE TO SEX THAN LUST

Sex isn’t just lust
Or a mere coupling
A base fulfilment
Of primeval need
Or secreting pheromones
Its isn’t just mechanical
Or indeed chemical
It isn’t in simple terms
A trigger to be pulled
It isn’t all out of control
Exchanging fluids
And sweaty effort
There is more to sex than that
But I will accept
That it is mainly lust

IN HER LITTLE YELLOW BEETLE

I always used to see her
And wanted to take a trip
In her little yellow beetle
As she cruised the strip

But she never noticed me
Though I hoped one day
In her little yellow beetle
She would drive me away

Then one day out of the blue
She pulled up along side
And said “hello hansome”
And took me off for a ride

Well that was quite a night
That I will never forget
In her little yellow beetle
I had the best ride yet

THEY’RE ON THE MOVE

They’re on the move
Within the silk
They rock and roll
And tip and tilt

So I must reach inside
Your dressing gown
Then I’ll grab on
And hold them down


TOTTERING TOTTIE

Oh my little piece of
Tottering tottie
You really light my fire
You are such a hottie
I think you are easy
Like as nottie

MY PRETTY LITTLE MISSY

My pretty little missy
Let me fumble inside the silk
Of your well filled blouse
Or at least something of that ilk

PLEASE, PLEASE ME

You temp me and tease me
And then displease me
You go cold and freeze me
But then you seize me
Hug me and squeeze me
Not just to appease me
You want me to please, see
And I have expertise see
But you too can please me
And then you reprise me


A HINT OF MINT

On your breath
There is the smell of peppermint
And on your cheek,
Is that a flush?, at least a hint
And a look on your face
Of the guilty kind
You’ve been up to something
I can’t make up my mind
But your misdeamnor is,
Unless my instincts are failing
That you’ve either been
Swallowing or inhaling

ROUGH SILK

Your touch is sexilly silken
Your hands are like gloves of velvet
You’re the greatest lover
You’re the one I’ll never forget

Blah blah blah, enough of the poetry
Just put your hand up my pelmet
We’ve been at it ten minutes
And you havent got my pants off yet

ONCE INSIDE HER CLOTHES

Once inside her clothes
Her vest and bra and such
The roundness of her breasts
Soft yet firm to my touch
And the coarseness of her bush
Excited me very much

RAMBUNCTIOUS

It was noisy and unrestrained
Ill disciplined and bestial
A rambunctious coupling
That was making her squeal

JIM

The most important thing for Jim
Was his admiration of quim
Which surpassed everything for him
In his eternal pursuit of trim

OH OBJECT OF MY DESIRE

Oh object of my desire
An object to deflower
I want you to know
You feed my libido
But I must keep my counsel
And forget the horny damsel
For if her Dad got in my head
I would be surely dead


THE BODY IS A TEMPLE

The body is a temple
And worthy of protection
Its purity is sacred
And is Gods gift of perfection
But for your body I crave
Its complete and utter desecration

POSH TOTTIE

She was posh tottie
Her name was Pandora
She was a throuroghbred
But an easy scorer
She had perfect elocution
But wouldn’t talk dirty
Even if she was drunk
And blatantly flirty
She’d say, put your penis,
In my vagina
And give one, one
You mother fornicator


EVERY WHICH WAY

I fucked her up
I fucked her down
I made her smile
I made her frown
And when I’d tupped
Till I’d shot my lot
I withdrew it
From her slot
Then she took my cock
In her gob
And sucked the cum
Off my knob

SHE WAS A SIREN

She was a siren
She was a vamp
She was a harlot
She was a tramp
She was always hot
She was always damp
And you could turn her on
Like she was a lamp

VULGARLY HUMEROUS # 1

NAKED LUST

While idly watching you undress
I have a thought, of course one of lust
And as I pondered thoughtfully
You caught me watching but showed no disgust
You were used to my libidinous bent
And happy to let me do, as I must
And as long as it ended with a good seeing too
You weren’t really fussed

IT’S A MUST-O

You said you were not fussed-o
When I said I’m full of lust-o
Oh let me fondle at your bust-o
Then we can go at it with gusto
You said well if you really must-o
Come and exorcise your lust-o

LECHEROUS

When I see a young woman
Dressed seductively to flirt
I wonder what I would find
Hiding up beneath her skirt
Will it be the neatest nest?
Or the wildest overgrown thatch
Will it be the fullest bush?
Or an over groomed snatch
And if there is a hairy muff
Will the collar match the cuff?
The answer is of no import
Its just an old mans dirty thought

THE SURE THING

She was a dirty horny little cow
And I wanted her and how
I saw her breasts small and pert
And wanted to explore up her skirt
I knew about her slutty reputation
That she’d do it without hesitation
So it was a case of when and not if
And that thought was making me stiff
So you can imagine my surprise
When she stood hornily before my eye
She gave me the once over and told me no
And said that even she wasn’t that low
I’D WAITED AN HOUR UP THAT TREE

I’d waited an hour up that tree
In a position that I could see
And my patience rewarded me
As she appeared in the bedroom nakedly

The beautiful little piece of fluff
I could see standing there in the buff
And I copped an eyeful of her chuff
And the most delightful little muff

But then quite embarrassingly
A man mounted her quite rampantly
I realised it was my young brother Lee
And that was when I fell out of the tree

OODLES

There is more to life than boodle
So if you use your noodle
And find yourself a piece of Strudel
To have a bit of a canoodle
She might let you stroke her poodle
You might even get the whole caboodle

DEGRADED AND SPENT

Degraded and spent
Sullied but unashamed
She awoke in his arms

OMG

OMG your tits are huge
Firm and round
And gravity defying
Not resting on the ground

OMG your tits are astounding
So pleasing to the touch
A couple of beauties
To adoringly clutch

OMG bad for your posture
Is that what they say?
Well a little back pain
Is a small price to pay

THE WALKING WOUNDED

The walking wounded
And the living dead
The quibbling siblings
Daisy, Maisie and Fred
Every Tennis menace
And Rugger bugger
Every football hooligan
Every thief and mugger
Well they’re all at it, everyone
Every daughter and son
Him and her and me and you
Doing what birds and bees do

DIRTY LITTLE WITCH

She is a dirty little witch
And you have that horny itch
To feel your swollen cock twitch
So pop on a night fighter
Its time for your bishop’s mitre
To penetrate the pillow biter

PEEPING TOM

Well what a life changing experience
Before my surgery I could barely see
It was like looking through frosted glass
Shapes and colours seen indistinctly
But when the dressing came off
I could see much better, just a little misty
Like looking through steamed up glass
But now even the mist has cleared
And I can see everything perfectly
I can see the girl I love as clear as day
But I still have to climb up a tree to do it

LOOSE WOMEN

I always thought
The Essex girls were loose
Of very easy virtue
And well up for a goose
The pretty ones
With the mate like a Moose
The sad old slappers
Who were easy to seduce
And the dirty ones
Who liked it up the caboose
Well I now have to say
I have managed to deduce
That girls everywhere
Do it with the least excuse

18-30 HOLS

I love the 18-30 hols
Making out with the foreign dolls
Some of them are just a bit flirty
Some of them are just plain dirty
Some of them are straight laced
Some of them are just two faced
And tell you No to your face
Then you see to their disgrace
They don’t have any underwear
Wearing nothing at all down there
Zonda pantaloon, uden undies
Nashi cami, fuera frillies
Bez briefs, No hose, senza smalls
Nicht knicks, Sans pants, bugger all
No thongs, panties or bloomers,
No knickers, big pants or drawers
Ilman, Gan, Sin, Uten, Utan, without
The dirty little minx’s are wearing nout

SPECIAL DELIVERY

There stood I, naked, in phallic splendour
Ready to give service roughly or tender
Suitably aroused for a service to render
“I have a special delivery here for Brenda”
And she marked it cruelly “Return to sender”