tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83421452491182630642024-03-13T21:40:11.883-07:00An Englishman's Observations in Rhyme For future Generations.John Robin Gillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07411981603194883197noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8342145249118263064.post-83034042804830954132017-06-03T15:14:00.003-07:002017-06-03T15:14:33.927-07:00IT ONLY TAKES ONE, MANIAC WITH A BOMB.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
It only takes one,<br />
maniac with a bomb;<br />
to cause such grief<br />
a love and life thief.<br />
<br />
Mothers, Fathers, Grandparents too,<br />
Aunties, Uncles, Brothers, Sisters...<br />
Decent people like you,<br />
all suffer; Why? Give us a clue.<br />
<br />
Children, innocently enjoying, short life,<br />
it only takes one maniac, with a bomb.<br />
Someone's sister, someone's brother, husband or wife,<br />
Just one, maniac, to take all that life.<br />
<br />
Millions, and millions live a good life,<br />
but it only takes one maniac with a bomb.<br />
And then another with a knife,<br />
taking innocent life.<br />
<br />
Love stealers, hate mongers, it only takes one, <br />
maniac, with bomb; or knife.<br />
It takes all sorts, they say, some hate some love and love life.<br />
It only takes one to take hundreds of lives,<br />
so much grief with bomb or knife.<br />
<br />
Why, why, why? You don't know? Nor do I.<br />
Just one cause, causing many to die;<br />
many broken hearts cry.<br />
No never will understand, we try.<br />
<br />
It only takes one maniac with a bomb,<br />
Forever the love of your life, has gone.<br />
ONE RACE, THE HUMAN RACE. <br />
ONE RELIGION, LOVE, NOT HATE.<b></b><i></i><u></u><sub></sub><sup></sup><strike></strike></div>
John Robin Gillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07411981603194883197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8342145249118263064.post-64234889717950276532013-09-09T10:37:00.003-07:002013-09-09T10:37:09.412-07:00The Death of an old soldier.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
July 1948 was the date,The NHS was born; to Tory scorn.<br />
from the cradle to the grave, something for the brave,<br />
who'd fought in World War Two;<br />
for me and you.<br />
<br />
Walter was young and bold, now he's old and cold.<br />
The heating bills are high, He counts his meagre pension with a sigh.<br />
He feels ill, did he take that pill? <br />
He needs a break, his arms ache.<br />
<br />
His chest begins to hurt, he grasps at his shirt,<br />
grasping for breath, sweating - near death.<br />
Voices, 'Granddad!' 'Hold in there old lad.'<br />
Sirens and lights. Walter's old, but he fights.<br />
<br />
Recovering, good, eating his food.<br />
Low budget cleaning, private firm.<br />
Somehow Walter picked up a germ.<br />
MRSA the scourge of the day.<br />
<br />
Low budget Nursing home; some don't have to pay;<br />
unless like Walter, they worked every day,<br />
saved up hard all their life, to look after children,<br />
along with the wife.<br />
<br />
Kids sold his house to pay for his care,<br />
whilst scroungers didn't have to pay any fare.<br />
Walter died of MRSA and neglect.<br />
A weakened old man deprived, without care; bereft of respect.<br />
<br />
In the end Walter suffered, confused, alone, and in fear,<br />
He was loved by family but, the Government don't care?<br />
Low budgets, neglect for privatisation;<br />
A terrible abuse of those who saved our Nation. </div>
John Robin Gillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07411981603194883197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8342145249118263064.post-44118821763706791402013-09-08T10:57:00.002-07:002013-09-08T10:57:47.279-07:00The Great Nature show.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Leave your TV, Game Boy PC, Wii, come with me,<br />
away from all modern triviality.<br />
Without plastic beams and plastic brass;<br />
in disco clubs with writhing mass.<br />
Where birdsong is top of the charts<br />
and creatures have the starring parts.<br />
Hedgerow, stream, meadow and tree,<br />
make up the stage scenery.<br />
<br />
The curtain rises on part one SPRING.<br />
Music arrives on feathered wing.<br />
Robin Hedge-sparrow, thrush, dipper, wren,<br />
are trilling in hedgerow, wood and glen.<br />
Skylarks liquid melody flows from high;<br />
crystal clear tune from clear blue sky.<br />
<br />
yellow hammer flutters among the trees,<br />
singing, 'little bit of bred and no - cheese.<br />
Squirrels and dormice in acrobatic acts,<br />
with death defying leaps, they land intact.<br />
<br />
In athletic games hares run and jump.<br />
Toe to toe, they grunt, hiss and thump.<br />
The dipper curtsies and bobs enthusiastically.<br />
What a great show; and its all for free.<br />
<br />
The scenery changes with a more splendid hue.<br />
More performers fly in. SUMMER is due.<br />
<br />
Now we have part two of the great nature show.<br />
The stage radiates in a magnificent glow.<br />
In cobalt flash, Kingfisher dives'<br />
producing a fish; before your very eyes.<br />
<br />
Dragonflies in limpid blue,<br />
are on the aerobatic agenda too.<br />
Moths and butterflies flutter gaily by;<br />
sublime with splendour that makes the audience sigh.<br />
<br />
Rabbit and hare run at a rapid pace;<br />
performing in the great nature race.<br />
But the faster hare reaches sixty miles an hour,<br />
with long muscular legs as springs of power.<br />
<br />
The stage struck pheasant struts in regal attire;<br />
the cock of the north; plus any southern shire.<br />
Watch Otter slide down the slippery bank.<br />
An aquatic show of graceful, spiral, supple flank.<br />
<br />
The morning mist lifts to reveal the next scene,<br />
silvery laced webs bordering a golden sheen.<br />
Its AUTUMN, part three, the trees wear a new suit,<br />
the hedgerows and briar's offer free fruit. <br />
<br />
The dawn chorus strikes up' all the community sing,<br />
Starling, robin, finch, sparrow, red-wing;<br />
also the thrush, wren field-fare and tit.<br />
Every species does more than its bit.<br />
<br />
Jackdaw does his funny mime,<br />
then mischievously turns to his thieving crime.<br />
Raven does his funny walk,<br />
Mallard laughs, 'Quark, ack, ack, ack.' He should talk.<br />
<br />
Overhead there's an amazing sight,<br />
Geese and Swans in arrowhead flight.<br />
At dusk the choir gather again;<br />
closing part three with a beautiful refrain.<br />
<br />
Virgin snow covers the stage.<br />
Part four WINTER. Frost bites, the winds in a rage.<br />
Mistle-thrush provides the music now;<br />
determined to out whistle the wind somehow.<br />
<br />
Stoat dresses up this time of year;<br />
the party gatecrasher in ermine fur.<br />
Adults only for this part of the show;<br />
signs of struggle, blood stained snow.<br />
<br />
Through the still night air glides the ghostly Barn Owl.<br />
Did he commit this deed so fowl.<br />
It may have been Foxy; he's so sly.<br />
He was seen skulking around nearby.<br />
<br />
Was it Weasel? If you would like to know,<br />
get out and about for the Great Nature Show.</div>
John Robin Gillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07411981603194883197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8342145249118263064.post-86926200934015030382013-09-06T07:16:00.004-07:002013-09-06T07:16:58.461-07:00War. (A Ryme)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Death at their hand,<br />
fight! Religion and land.<br />
ideals of hate, murder and mayhem,<br />
us and them.<br />
Get in first, <br />
do your worst.<br />
We are right,<br />
they are wrong.<br />
Make history, glorified in a song.<br />
The Glory of your God,<br />
Use an iron rod.<br />
No talk, murder is the way,<br />
Misery is your pay.<br />
<br />
<br /></div>
John Robin Gillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07411981603194883197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8342145249118263064.post-79933906774975184262013-09-06T07:09:00.000-07:002013-09-06T07:09:03.679-07:00The NHS is in a mess.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
The NHS is in a mess,<br />
Who's to blame? Guess!<br />
Is it me? I'm an oldie,<br />
Once known as a Goldie Oldie,<br />
Respect is what they got,<br />
Not us lot.<br />
<br />
Living too long,<br />
that's what's wrong.<br />
Taking up beds?<br />
What fat heads!<br />
If we live long,<br />
that can't be wrong.<br />
<br />
We done our bit,<br />
we're fit!<br />
We're not ill,<br />
bit over the hill.<br />
Not in Hospital,<br />
<br />
<br />
Out in the Cold,<br />
Because were old.<br />
From the cradle to the grave,<br />
been through a war; <br />
brave!<br />
<br />
Paid our dues,<br />
Now we have Tory blues.<br />
Rich men,<br />
in shadow of Big Ben.<br />
<br />
Look after their own,<br />
put us in a home.<br />
Pay for our keep,<br />
whilst relatives weep.<br />
Massive bill, <br />
nothing left in the will.<br />
<br />
No hospital bed,<br />
No care!<br />
That's what I dread.<br />
Terminally ill?<br />
Pay your care bill.<br />
<br />
Hospitals for young,<br />
we're bottom of rung.<br />
Care on the cheap,<br />
Cash for Toffs keep.<br />
<br />
A country for hero's?</div>
John Robin Gillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07411981603194883197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8342145249118263064.post-68493889002516861442013-05-21T11:57:00.003-07:002013-09-06T07:17:33.972-07:00Tyrants come Tyrants Go,Where? We all Know... History!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<br />
Tyrants come, tyrants go,<br />
they blow, erupting words of fire,<br />
Volcano!<br />
Spouting; Red hot rhetoric,<br />
Hatred; are they sick?<br />
<br />
Weapons firing in the air,<br />
Where bullets of hate land? they don't care.<br />
Spreading hate in tyrannical rage,<br />
banging fists upon their stage.<br />
<br />
Hating, Ranting Tyrant, roaring Bull,<br />
Giving us a good earful.<br />
The flag of hate is flying high,<br />
woe betide those who don't comply.<br />
<br />
War is declared, many die,<br />
many maimed, many cry.<br />
The Tyrants ranting days soon done,<br />
killed in anger, by bomb or gun.</div>
John Robin Gillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07411981603194883197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8342145249118263064.post-35752179262725179642013-05-21T11:36:00.001-07:002013-09-06T07:19:31.383-07:00Changing Times.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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There'd been a war</div>
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we were poor.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
Hand me down</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
we didn't frown.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
Not new; but clean.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
No money, not mean.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
Flat caps for lads,</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
one of dads.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
Girls in mums skirt,</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
Boys in dads shirt.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
Violins? Its sad?</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
No not that bad.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
No pleasure?</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
No pressure!</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
Make do and mend,</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
No up to date trend.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
A stitch in time,</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
saved Mam nine.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
No pressure,</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
all pleasure!</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
Grew our own food,</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
it tasted good.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
No credit,</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
No debit.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
We didn't complain,</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
No cars, just a bus, sometimes a train.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
Grew up, its Rock,</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
parents in shock.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
Rock and Roll,</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
Blues and all that jazz.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
Punk and other razzmatazz.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
Young no more,</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
Grim Reaper rapping on the door.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
Today we have Rap,</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
I'm in a generation gap.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
Left behind without a map.</div>
</div>
John Robin Gillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07411981603194883197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8342145249118263064.post-68802984435220856742013-05-17T10:36:00.003-07:002017-03-11T11:19:50.183-08:00The Whistle Blowers Days.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<br />
Oh how the mighty fall,<br />
few now walk tall,<br />
Some fiddled expenses, some fiddled with girls,<br />
grinning bedecked with bling, gold teeth and pearls.<br />
<br />
MPs, Celeb's, Newspaper Hacks.<br />
Some of em flashers in gaberdine macs.<br />
Some slandering people who won't give a story<br />
making up tales so nasty and gory.<br />
<br />
You watch my back I'll watch yours,<br />
Don't let our secret go out of these doors.<br />
Aha! there's a mole, he's been underground,<br />
he's now a whistle blower, his scruples are sound.<br />
<br />
Another Mole, in velvety suit,<br />
smart, intelligent, astute.<br />
Two whistle blowers who can be believed,<br />
Victims and Constituents are now relieved.<br />
<br />
More whistle blowers, they can't be ignored.<br />
whistles are screeching, Oh my Lord.<br />
You shouldn't be crooked, your a Lord of the Realm,<br />
A member of Parliament should be at the helm.<br />
<br />
Celebs should be celebrated, not Vile and reviled,<br />
Worse than animals out in the wild.<br />
Free speech when true,<br />
not that words suit only you.<br />
<br />
At last they are falling from their high perches,<br />
Hypocrites, Thieve's, perverts; even in churches.<br />
Scum of the earth they floated on top,<br />
now they're at the bottom Slop;<br />
and! A top Cop.<br />
<br />
Oh how the mighty fall,<br />
they no longer walk tall.<br />
They are down and out.<br />
Victims were brave enough to shout.<br />
<br />
Some may be dead, some may be old,<br />
Who would have known?<br />
without whistle blowers...<br />
So Bold!</div>
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