What I Would Give

You could recite python,
Without missing a beat,
Make me smile,
From cheek to cheek,
Put me in stitches,
For over a week,
And say you love me,
As big as the street,
Now what I would give,
To hear goodnight one last time.

You could make eggs,
With a runny yoke,
Find the right time,
To tell the perfect joke,
Tried to fix things,
Or just give them a poke,
And say I love you,
As big as you know,
Now what I would give,
To say goodnight one last time.



Is not just a useless word,
It has endless meaning,
Is not an actless sentiment,
It keeps us breathing.
We all live in hope,
To live in freedom,
When freedom is taken for granted,
Hope is ignored,
And one by one,
People become,
Mindless hordes,
Living for tomorrow,
Saving for today,
Having nothing to their name.
Is not just a useless word,
It gives the world meaning,
Is a binding force,
That keeps hearts beating.
We all live in hope,
To find true love,
Which shows our blindness,
Love not just your partner,
With true love,
Love your neighbour,
Your father,
Your fellow humans,
With the same love,
And the world will be,
As it should.

*2016 National Poetry Society Annual Competition Entry

Sorry For My Silence

We have been apart for so long,
Not spoken in word or song,
Haven’t said a word for years,
Not been at each others ears,
Time moves on day by day,
And we both work away,
Although we are silent,
We both know we aren’t absent,
One day we will sit down,
And chat for hours,
But for now,
Sorry for my silence,

One Last Goodbye

Friends come and go,
don’t I know,
But there comes a friend,
It hurts most to let go.
Still you know,
that they must go,
but this won’t stop the pain,
oh no.
Just yesterday you were part of me,
Now today you depart from me.
Only time will ever let me see,
If we will meet again.

But you have now,
Come and gone,
and this has hurt me so.
Goodbye dear friend,
But before you go,
there is one last thing you should know.

My years with you were not wasted.
And I know these tears are not been wasted.
Lets pray in time this pain will heal,
The pain of seeing you go.

So now I say
one last goodbye
Auf Wiedersehen
Old friend,

A Poem For Nice

We live in a world,
Full of beauty and hope,
Full of love and light,
Where people know good and right.
But once in awhile,
There is evil and pain,
Last night was an example,
Why did it happen again.
Words feel hollow,
In such a sad time,
When the most I can say,
Is I pray in my spare time.
To all those affected,
My thoughts are with you,
And to all those who fell,
My prayers are yours too.
To the families changed,
I offer my heart,
Although I know,
That is not very much.
Let us join together,
And share the love of the world,
Make the world happy,
Don’t let the evil win.
Everyone around,
Please bow your head,
Pray to who you believe,
Pray for both living and dead.
All of us, let’s make a difference,
Share love not hate,
Song not anger,
Share light not dark.

Tell Me It’s Fair

Who is next,
Who is safe,
After Sandy Hook,
How many more,
This should have been stoppable,
Before it hit a Gay club door,
And not through education,
Not through discrimination,
Through the simple act,
Of gun control.
Why should a man have the right,
To by a weapon used in war,
Why is it his right to carry it,
And remind people of its fatal click,
The constitution gives freedoms,
Which people have used,
To take other’s away,
Is that right.
Gay, Straight Bi,
Adults, Children,
Parents, Kids,
How many more have to die,
Before people can sleep at night,
Knowing their loved ones are safe.
America is making a grave mistake,
Protecting the rights of the killers,
And not those of the killed,
The second amendment speaks,
Of security of the state,
So why not secure the state,
By ensuring regulated access,
I ask again,
How many more?
If an attack comes knocking,
On your door,
Will you just say,
This is the way,
And accept that nothing more,
Could be done?
Or will you regret,
In that last second,
That you hadn’t pushed for
Simple gun control.
Tonight when you kiss your kids,
Think about losing them,
If some went around shooting them,
Then tell me it’s fair,
Not to withhold,
Guns from people,
Who should never own them,
Tell me it’s fair,
To protect a right,
A right so cruelly used,
To take a life,
Tell me it’s fair,
I dare you.

Mohammed Ali

He floated like a butterfly,
Stung like a bee,
Never being denied,
Very few were greater than he,
He fought for rights,
And celebrated when they came,
He punched above his weight,
Punched his way to glory,
Everyone will remember his name,
Mohammed Ali.