Yet another poem-In London

In London

Alone

Just me

An hotel room

with the windows open

the sounds of the street

Rise up to meet the silence

As I sit and contemplate their lives

The people driving, walking, riding past the hotel

Shouts and yells filter up through the night sky

A baby cries, she is out late, I wonder why

The city at night is no place for a young child

Travellers, perhaps, late off the train coming to stay, maybe even here

A siren now, ambulance, fire or police an accident or a crime

Who knows, not me in my room here on floor five

listening as the buses, cars and bikes roll past me

Oblivious to my existence not knowing I hear them

nor caring as they hurry by, to where?

To home, to night shift, to party

Anonymous noises but still quite familiar

a droning hubbub of bustle

A crazy man laughs

A woman screams

A yell

London

The Sun Rises

The Sun Rises

The Sun rises 

On another day

Life goes on 

So we hope

Perhaps we pray

That things improve 

And people stay

We move along 

Our different streams

Lives come together 

Then they part

Taking a piece 

Of the other

Until the Sun

Rises once more

Not one of my better poems perhaps. Still it says what's in my mind and I hope conveys a sense of hope; although at first reading it does have a gloominess about it which might cloud the intention to say that each day brings with it the chance for life to improve for anyone feeling low or not being able to see the sun rising in their life.

Anyway, there it is. Peace and Love. ttfn x

I'm not in love...

Not in love

I'm not in love so the song goes

It's just a silly phase I'm going through

I want to be in love

Need to be in love

And loved

And there's someone to be in love with

But

There's always a but

They are far away

And with someone else

Sort of

There's always a sort of

Wait and see

Patience

Ah, patience

Not a thing a man like me has

In abundance

But 

There's always a but

I'll wait

And see

And hope

There's always hope.

Smile

As the old saying goes, smile and the world smiles with you, frown and you frown alone. The frowns on faces of the folks on this train are living proof of that old saw. A carriage full of glumness,  of people tired after a long day just wanting to get home with no interaction between people.
It's sad that people nowadays seem so unhappy all the time. I have seen many people over the course of today, not one of whom has managed to crack a smile.
That makes me sad.
Anyhoo, I'll be off now.  Peace and Love x ttf

Wednesday morning.

The masses are moving
From station and tube
To office and shop
Not a smile to be seen
Each morning they come
Each evening go back
Shuffling around
Like rats in a trap.

Angry and disgusted

I'm taking a step away from poetry tonight because I am angry and disgusted with the attitude shown by people who ought to know better.
I was in my local club this afternoon when the conversation turned to immigration and the current Syrian refugee situation.
A person who I thought of as a decent guy said (and I paraphrase somewhat as I was so shocked that I couldn't take in what he was saying at first) we should invent a gas to drop on Muslim countries to kill them all, that would solve the problem, he then went on to say maybe we could use the refugee boats as target practice and the fact that there aren't many "darkies" around here is because we don't want them here.
Now I'm a fairly broad minded chap but those sentiments I find abhorrent.
How anyone could even think such things never mind say them is beyond my comprehension. These are people he was talking about; fellow human beings who eat, sleep, make love, laugh and cry. They are not some weird alien species to be disposed of like trash or left to die at the hands of people smugglers in leaky boats unfit to be used on The Serpentine never mind The Mediterranean Sea.
The thing that struck me even more so was that others were agreeing with him and they were amused that I found what they were saying and agreeing with so utterly wrong. It isn't the first time that people have said such things, non-white folk are regularly referred to in pejorative terms with absolute casualness. One chap said similar things the other night and when I remonstrated with him he said that as he worked hard all week he was entitled to come out for a beer and say what he liked since it is a free country. I beg to differ.
I can't find it in myself to go back into that club any time soon, if ever. If those are the sort of people I have to mix with in order to have a beer I'd rather go without and sit in my flat with Thomas Kitty.
Such beliefs have no place in civilised society and make me embarrassed to come from the same area as those who hold them. I don't hate anyone but I certainly hate the opinions they expound.
I despair when I hear such utter ignorant uninformed piffle and wish I could find somewhere to be where such attitudes are frowned upon. I think I may struggle to do that.
I'll finish now and head off to bed much sadder than I was when I woke up this morning.
Until next time. Peace and Love. ttfn x

Slightly rude poem-don't look if you are offended easily

Talking Picture

If I had a talking picture of you

I'd hang it up beside the loo

Every time I had a shit

I could sit and look at it

If I had a talking picture of you.