Poetry

Poetry

The Future

In Future years so they say
We'll have the time to while away
To live in splendour and be gay
The happy sort not the (other way)

How can this be when everyday
Your time is ruled by bills to pay
The constant rush and endless hurry
All added to the constant worry

Gone are the days when time was yours
Now we are ruled by Hi-tech stores
The special offers, loans galore
All seen with camera's at the door

But times will change, just wait and see
When theirs no natural things about
No native trees, or birds or bats
Just pack after pack of feral cats

The stinking brook, and stanching stream
All lost to-day in a hazy steam
Caused by pollution and decay
Surely there must be another way

T. Fazakerley

Cardiac Arrest

Am I dreaming
Is it real
I should know
By the way I feel

Is that me down there
Or me up here
Something's wrong
It's so unclear

This must be real
The voice and faces
For the hands I feel
In soothing places

The feelings gone now
and the pictures clear
It's great to have
A loved one near
Forget the dreaming
Forget the real
Just think about
The way you feel.

Thomas Fazakerley

Wildlife

We save a specific species because of the latest Fashion
And condemn another because it's the current passion
Don't try to manage Wildlife it can manage very well
Conservations just another word that Humans learn to spell
If man would only step aside and look for just awhile
You would see what Wildlife's all about, and this would make you smile
Evolution did so very well until man came on the scene
All the College education it isn't worth a Bean
If by saving a single species the Natural balance you do alter
For just a short-term improvement, the Wildlife it will falter
Please all you clever people just look for what is best
After all these many years I think Wildlife's passed the test
Just try to conserve by all means but don't try to say what's better
I hope I haven't caused offence with the contents of this letter

Thomas Fazakerley

Woman's Master Plan

Human Nature

Are you trying to tell me something
By the way you stroke your hair
Do your eyes say how your feeling
And should I even dare
To say the signals I'm receiving
When you direct your thighs at me
I hope they're not misleading
And these signals are for free
A woman has it all ways
She knows just what to do
For man to find out how to play
He hasn't got a clue
For man to act so Macho
Is really really sad
For a woman's got the Ammo
That will finish every Lad
If it's you she's really after
Just take it like a man
It's just another Chapter
Of Woman's Master Plan

Thomas Fazakerley

Common Sense

When rivers are allowed to fill with sand
Then floodwater will invade the land
When land is flooded as it will be
It might as well be called the sea

Thomas Fazakerley

Greed

I've bombed you
you’ve bombed me
But still we seek revenge
When we've bombed
each one to bit's
There will be no need
for friends

Thomas Fazakerley

36 Years

Like the constant motion of the sea
My waves of love for you roll free
Like the rain that wets the Bone-Dry ground
My appetites wetted when your around
The Sun that shines on the hottest day
Is the heat I feel when you walk my way
The flowers in the spring all fresh and new
Is the way I feel when I walk with you
The dying leaves of Autumn have seen their better days
But the passing years where counting are the things that make us stay
Most people are still searching for something they can't explain
While we are just enjoying the things that are so plain
Maybe in the near future or maybe not at all
We will get fed up with the contentment
And just say stuff em all

Thomas Fazakerley

We are One

Sheila

Grafted close together as if our skin is one
Growing strong forever that makes us really strong
They say it's a no go party and in time we will go down
But were still hale and hearty their the ones that look the clowns
We dismissed the Dire warnings for the love we share is true
It leads to bouts of yawning and the years gone by just flew
Just look how we are enjoying things we never missed
The life we are exploring now feels so heaven blessed
Into a tighter circle or perhaps a stronger square
As long as we are together true love is always there

Thomas Fazakerley

Octogenarian

Mother

Forty times two seventy add ten
What can we do
Go watch a show get some new gear
Clothes are a bore, and so is the beer
What you have not seen doesn't interest you
What you do see irritates you
To be treated like a five year old
With no mind of your own
To seem to have no control over your life
We hope its not that bad
Remember we worry about you
Just keep being you and we will treat you
Like an ordinary person
And not like the extraordinary person
Who is Eighty today

Thomas Fazakerley

Water Vole

The water vole's so weakly
You mustn't trespass on it's land
All it eats is vegetation
It's diet is so bland
Most of its life is spent in damp holes
Just trembling in fear
What it adds to the eco system
Is frankly quite unclear
But the Powers That Be just tell us
To protect this little beast
And it can't be allowed to become Extinct
Because of Humans destruction feast
So if you see this little fellow
Take a note of where he's at
And report it to the Powers That Be
Were they will record it on their Map

Thomas Fazakerley

Mawdesley

If you're born and bred in Mawdesley
And you're still living in this place
You'll have seen a lot of changes
On the roads we used to pace
All the dwellings small and simple
There just a memory of the past
And the way of country living
Is being eroded fast
Now the fashion is to build a home
That's bigger than the rest
To try and find a small abode
Is quite an hopeless quest
Once the horse was used for ploughing
Now it's simply used for leisure
Trotting down the country lanes
Just seems the latest pleasure
Though the days of family farming
May be rooted in the past
And the few remaining families
Could be doing well to last
But you know with all these changes
Mawdesleys going to be alright
And for all of us who live here
The futures looking bright

Thomas Fazakerley

Ve Day

The War in Southeast Asia
Its conclusion though still not clear
For the soldiers remaining out there
The cost could be so dear
For the families who are laughing
There are still so many sad
Because some have lost there children
And many lost there dad
To be born without a parent
Is a price to much to pay
But for many newborn babies
They just won't have a say

Even after all these years
Still the suffering goes on
But still there are wives and mothers
To war there men have gone
With the VE celebrations
Let's remember times gone bye
Forget the aggravations
And let's give peace a try.

Thomas Fazakerley

Cotton

Gone are the hot summer days
Wafting in the breeze
Gone are days we played
In the carefree months so free
They roughly plucked off all our heads
And threw us in a sack
And how they spun us in to threads
There's now no going back
Me I'm now a pair of smalls
My life is dark and dank
The state I'm in some times appals
And sometimes is quite rank
The only bit of light I see
It sometimes makes me frown
The only time the air flows free
Is when the zip is down
No more the cotton fields for me
There's only dust and fluster
The only future left for me
Maybe be a torn up duster.

Thomas Fazakerley

Streetwise

You won’t see us cry

And we tell a good lie

Cos were streetwise

Yeh streetwise

We show no fear

And use boss gear

Cos were streetwise

Yeh streetwise

Don’t get in my face

Cos this is our place

Don’t tell us what’s what

For we call the shots

Cos were streetwise

Yeh streetwise

Designer tags are what matter

Always talk the best patter

Tattoos and pierced naval

Try to shock if were able

We expect a living

But there will be no giving

And were streetwise

Yeh streetwise

Spend on tick

And abuse the sick

Were mostly yobs

In well paid jobs

But were streetwise

Yeh were streetwise

We support the team

In the shirt were seen

If you’re not our town

Then we’ll knock you down

We get off our heads

Then we stay in bed

You can stuff your laws

Cos we’ve got no flaws

And were streetwise

Yeh streetwise

Cos were streetwise

Thomas Fazakerley