Society in the dump but no need to hide they'll swallow all his talk why stay inside he walks with head aloft while so full of pride. I'm indestructible, I'm feared watch me for much longer it's party time once more see me do the conga if you stop all the moaning I'll sing you a songa... A jolly old sing-a-long of all the mince and caviar pies an abundance of food and drink champagne before your eyes but take heed my learned friends a note to the wise. No Chinese whispers keep your mouths shutter you are all in this together or you'll be in the gutter so keep it zipped tight not one word must you utter. Making merry behind closed doors prancing in our three-pointed hats it's a secret knees up for myself and my fat cats a river of booze flowing hope those stains come out the mats? Don't match the walls anymore I think I'll just replace maybe some new curtains also shove it right in their face the coffers are full, I'll dip in so what, they think I'm a disgrace. Don't they know who I am? why shouldn't I stoop so low? I won't be overruled telling me where to go this is my circus and I'm the star of the show. Harping on about my parties all the corruption and greed a fix, a real buzz I feel it's what I always need bring it all on I say nourishment, it's how I feed. We are the ruling classes keeping the workers down make them stay in their place not venture near my side of town they only know what I say if they don't see, they can't frown Maybe they think I'm doomed but I'll not go down the pan I'm the leader of this mob and arrogant because I can whatever I wrong, nothing will stick for I'm Mr Teflon Man. D Marsden 2021©
Goodbye our dear mam
our tears do flow like rain
you seem so far away
and yet so near the same
farewell our dear mam
until we meet again.
The body an empty shell
a mother steps into the light
dad, family past, and friends
waiting for the unite
no more the devil’s curse…
of death having to fight.
To suffer the most
our hearts ripped out
when will they mend?
one day…no doubt
but not very soon
a light has gone out.
Death has no sting,
as Paul the apostle said
you left behind
sad thoughts in our head
we cared for you here
now God cares for the dead.
We know you are well
and not far away
a place full of peace
is where you will stay
on that wonderful day.
You gave us your love
your blessings as well
sweet memories you left
to take us from hell
our happiness will grow
for in paradise you dwell.
Don’t know if we can endure
all the heartache and pain
but when the day comes
all sadness will wane.
Goodbye our dear Mam
’til we all meet again.
D Marsden 2021 ©
The pain in my heart
I thought I was dead
before long I’m all wired up
all for a plate full of bread
you gotta lose weight
the consultant looked down and said.
The yoyo-ing started
making me spin
ten years of losing
but just couldn’t win
I’m doomed to fail
before I begin.
The plans were all fake
my mind told me lies
said I could go back
to eating pudding and pies
Then I joined Slimming World
Louise opened my eyes.
The sign said, SW this way
so I walked through the door
life was about to change
a world not seen before
I’m in a secure place
where pounds roll off on the floor.
A consultant as wise as an owl
SW was my new club
and to top it all
it’s inside a pub
the bar may be closed
but the menu has succulent grub.
I was finally home
the pounds started to shed
understanding and knowledge
now secure in my head
good friends giving support
Wonderful folk it must be said.
Love is like a violin
someone wrote it in a song,
but if the strings asunder tear
then the heart is all alone
and the world is full of hate
a place of hell for everyone.
Someone sang there is no God
no heaven above or hell below.
The truth is written in the texts
for all to see and all to know
but who will read and be so wise?
Who will love and who will grow?
Love pangs yearn in all our hearts
but when absent hate will show
its vengeful head will rise to fill
and like a virus it will sow
it reigns where love once was
the seed of vacancy will grow.
The world won’t turn for very long
not without such love to sow
we cannot see the joy or peace
that earth gave us to grow
vile words, a crown of thorns
witnessed by all who know.
If you choose a different route
if you don’t believe…Your loss
if you don’t lend yourself to love
the devil will be your boss
if you don’t believe in Christ
who’s he they nailed to the cross?
D Marsden ©2021
Another Soul is Saved
A stroll through nature’s paradise
an icy breeze in dead of night
full moon’s street lamp across the land
makes a steady stroll so bright
a sound so cold rushes by
night is broken by a fright.
The rustle of the autumn leaves
shaking like silver paper points
an eerie sound to endure
no time to repent or anoint
in flight swiftly through the woods
heart beating faster, straining joints.
A breath encroached on my neck
a groan called out to my fear
I run faster but can’t move
away from hells’ tormented pier
I taste it all, Satan’s deeds
as he whispers in my ear.
Leave me alone I call out
wheezing, gasping on the hoof
I say a prayer while in full flight
to the Mighty Lord above
deliver me from this evil
please send me down your love.
A brilliant white light appeared
a million stars on command
a hoard of angels stand their ground
numbered like the grains of sand
the devil and his advocates
lay down their defeated hand.
The Yellow and Black Polka Dot Pumpkin
Far far away on some distant dry land
coiled up like a spring in my polka skin
staring over the sea and velvet sand
a reptile in me, lying deep within
anchored silently in an eastern breeze
sitting, waiting, hoping for turn or spin.
All dumb and docile but for instinct
silently waiting, ready to announce
still but for a ripple of shiny scales
hunger driving me to an eager pounce
another day of life I could endure
if only a morsel crawled, a tiny ounce.
The hot yellow sun supports us both
the land, the sea, our home, Japan and me
waiting for the tide of opportune to turn
my hunger pangs once more set free
soon the precious light will fade away
my eyes no longer sense the prey
tomorrow I’ll hunger for one last day.
William is a hammer man
doesn’t talk much some don’t think he can
he is kind of quiet and shy
if he speaks at all he’ll just says hi.
He likes to paint and draw
but most things are just a bore
when asleep he doesn’t bother snoring
simply because he finds it boring.
Doesn’t eat much just picks like a mite
but when he gets mad, he likes to bite
his sister sometimes makes him reel
then her arm is his favourite meal.
He can be really busy so to speak
being a beaver once a week
toasting marshmallows all gathered around
when they are done, he gobbles them down.
In the morn it’s a school day
Leave me to sleep Bill will say
When the bell rings he gets in line
he’s sat at his desk by quarter to nine
At twenty past three he’s in a good mood
can’t wait to go for his favourite food
cookie dough pie, a cake or a bun
hurry up granddad, come on let’s run.
At night he settles down eating sweets
While watching TV in his favourite seat
Later he’ll go to bed and dream
Of biscuits and cake and his favourite ice-cream.
It’s morning again, Saturday that’s great
stays in bed a little late
then gets to play with his toys
racing cars, he’s one of the boys.
You lived a life hard and fast
didn’t slow down to take a breath
but knew it couldn’t last
suffered a fate worse than death.
No escape from routine torment
just trapped in endless time
suddenly, you were set free
by fates twisted rhyme,
to enjoy life once again
no more the dreaded pill
life in another world
where pain and suffering are nil.
United with a family past
no more to grow sick or old
a place of lasting peace and joy
a place where only happiness beholds.
Your journey reached its final end
as you entered through the door
the darkness of the soul destroyed
Your light will shine forever more.
By Beryl Marsden
The wind did blow all through the night
with such a howling sound
it shook the trees until the leaves
were scattered all around.
Some trees withstood the blusterous wind
but others although they tried
could not withhold their elegant pose
and stumbled to the ground.
No more standing tall and strong
amongst the other trees
no more to feel the sun
shine upon its golden leaves.
No more to stretch its branches
out, for birds to rest upon
to build their nests and lay their eggs
and sing their morning song.
It saw out many winters
with frost and snow and rain
and in the spring the buds appeared
and leaves grew once again.
The summer fruit and leaves so green,
glistening in the sun.
But then the autumn comes again
and all the leaves are gone.
For many years it stood so tall
and now it`s sad to see
its broken trunk just lying there
no more the strong tall tree.
B Marsden 2017
Our 36th Wedding Anniversary
To Beryl on our 36th wedding anniversary
The years have rolled along until this day
the days are nil that I would throw away
so many joys along this road of life
I thank the Lord that you became my wife.