Billy’s blowing a gale, as the smoke exhales, eyes redder than a matadors muleta

It’s weed for breakfast again,

Egg, bacon, beans, tea & weed

As he leans out of his window blowing, choking the delicate air

He doesn’t want to go to work, but to smoke it all day & recline in his favourite chair

He can think of nothing else, it’s on his mind all day long;

He says he needs it at night to sleep

He says he needs it because his Nanna died only last week

He says he needs it as he looks out of the window & sees its Grey depressing and bleak

He says he needs it because,

Well just because

The weed choked out life & everything good around it

Bill didn’t notice the python of paralysis that he had unleashed

As it wrapped around him, & slowly squeezed

He knew he needed to quit even if not for himself, but daddy’s little daughter

Billy do you remember when;

Bill you used to go out, you used to have dreams

Bill you used to go running even in the burning heat

You used to play football, taking on players Maradona skills with both feet

Do you remember Billy the freedom you felt?

Billy another decades gone times not slowing

Bill I’m here if you need me, but I can’t force you to quit…

Bill, Bill, Billy!

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Gold Plated C63 AMG II

Abu Dhabi plates on a gold plated Mercedes-Benz C63 AMG

They thought the money would last so they spent it as fast as it came

They wanted all the adulation & the fame

In the quest for money some were driven insane

Never grasping the mirages that they craved

The successful wanted the oil to forever rain, but the refinery dried up,

Abrakadabra!

Oil gone, along with the rabbit into the hat and that was the end of that.

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Four Brothers Walked In A Field In France

Four brothers walked in a field in France

One of them threw a World War One grenade he found by chance

It danced in the air as it fled from his hand

And landed in the heart of a clearing in a wood

It rolled until it stopped near two lovers kissing amongst the meadow grass

The grenades fuse was still active, the consequence so savage

It blew up and their bodies were ravaged

Shrapnel tore through their organs

Declaring them dead at the scene

A scene obscene, because one brother threw a grenade by chance

As four brothers walked in a field in France

The war to end all wars or so they thought.

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I Desire

I desire to run in the morning dew

I desire to run when the mornings new

I desire to run by the streams & pools blue

I desire to run in the cool of the forest

I long to run with mist rising in Florence

I must run to the hills of Judea before the apocalypse.

Stephen Poch

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Depression

The cloud of depression is upon me I am in want

It holds me close and leads me beside stormy waters

It exhausts my soul

It promises to leave, but never does

It clings to me like a lover, but never loves

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In These Terribly Icy Streets - Death

In these terribly icy streets

knives are out

Rampaging gangs

Voices of violence

Creeping quiet

The web of death

As the victim breathed his last

Then silent

Daggers drawn

Searing heat

No peace

No let up from the violence

It doesn’t cease

Shotgun barrels shortened

Faces forlorn

Wounds inflicted

Street battles fought

Unprotected flesh torn

Widows faces veiled

Black attire

Funerals filled

Weeping

Black horses

Hoofs clopping

With only increase

The graves lay in wait

No signs of stopping

Until love conquers hate

As all over the city

Body’s are shot down

Stabbed in alleyways

Dots on a map

Black balaclavas

Body bags zipping

Up

Every hour

Dropping

Sadly at the minute

Apathy remains

The season of death

Unchanged

Until with one voice

The whole country unifies

Shouting “Enough is Enough

Is Enough!”

Stephen Poch

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