Friday, 2 November 2018
Wednesday, 24 October 2018
Wednesday, 17 October 2018
Saturday, 26 May 2018
Fearful Sheep
Your Gay So I’ll be Gay
You abort so I’ll abort
You’ll end life when you please
So will we, because we are sheep you see
Those trainers, not green flash
Mine must have a tick alas
I see you screen out babies in your land
Let’s do the same for some there is no demand
Lets all have a beard so we all look the same
Lets all play the copy game.
If you don’t follow you are out of touch
Your country must be backward still holding on to a crutch
Buy me A BMW so I can pretend I’ve done well
There are so many now, I need a quell
Who is a man and who is a sheep
For the future of society, I do so weep
One thing you will not take away from me is my democracy and
my dignity
For freedom of speech is rumoured dead but not in my world and
not in my head
Tuesday, 13 March 2018
Friday, 8 December 2017
70's Days
I keep on dwelling on the past
dreaming of a life that is no more
When TVs were black and white
Where Central Heating did not exist
We sat round a fire, toasting bread upon the open flame
Windows
would rattle when cars went past,
Thin panes
of glass, that couldn’t deter the frosty nights that led to
the growth
of stalagmites
Black were
the nights when the power was cut, candles flickered
We
entertained ourselves with stories and song, warmed by
blankets we sang along.
A Compendium of games was our Xbox. Blow
football, Snakes and
Ladders and
Ludo games all played with the precious dice.
The mornings
were cold and our coats were thick we would find joy
poking ice
with a stick.
Walking to
school was the order of the day, dad took the car only
one per
family in those beautiful days.
School was
small all Infants in one class, Juniors filled the other
room and free
milk came in glass.
Covered books,
encyclopaedia and nature cards
Sums in pouches and ink wells on our desks, filled with pencil shavings
Sums in pouches and ink wells on our desks, filled with pencil shavings
.
Dinner
time and semolina, hot pot with a crust and rice
pudding with
skin all served from a tin.
Into the
playground we would go, all chalked out for skittle ball.
Footballs
were leather and coated not, they got heavy when it
rained a lot.
The bell
would ring and we stood in line then we marched into the
classroom where Beta books would fill our time.
classroom where Beta books would fill our time.
At the end of
the day we would journey home
and on the way we would stop to spend our penny in the
and on the way we would stop to spend our penny in the
sweet shop. A
bubbly and quiz, 4 blackjacks or Mccowans chews
On
special days we may get 3p to buy a packet of Spangles or
Strikers or a Sherbet dib dab.
Strikers or a Sherbet dib dab.
Alas it was time for our Tea, chips cooked in the frying pan
with some
added treat like a slice of spam.
If we were
good before we went to bed a crust of bread covered in
jam would
make us sleep like new born lambs.
Tuesday, 28 November 2017
Larkhill Quotes
Change is not about continually going round in a circle but about changing a circle into a square.
Regret is a sign of Weakness.
More Balls More Luck.
Regret is a sign of Weakness.
More Balls More Luck.
Friday, 20 October 2017
Poem of the Week
Dawn to Dusk
Dawn breaks the ice
As it melts in the glass through which I see,
My vision is sprinkled with the rain that wets my spirit
A ghostly shadow of what darkens my inner view
Scared not from the creeping loneliness of being in the company of others
People cannot read the emotions of the heart, they are hidden
They are locked in a casket made of memories
It cannot be what was once a dream, it cannot be.
Reach out and touch, feel the sense of longing that is out of reach
Stretch limbs to grasp the answers, questions that lie so deep will be answered
Darkness and the cold shaking caused by fear will pass
And the journey to the destination will come soon enough.
Dusk is fading the light as time moves on
Goodbye to the rain, the sun, the sea, the sand
Count your blessing on your fingers
Nightfall brings back your dreams.
Tomorrow is another day.
James Larkhill
Dawn breaks the ice
As it melts in the glass through which I see,
My vision is sprinkled with the rain that wets my spirit
A ghostly shadow of what darkens my inner view
Scared not from the creeping loneliness of being in the company of others
People cannot read the emotions of the heart, they are hidden
They are locked in a casket made of memories
It cannot be what was once a dream, it cannot be.
Reach out and touch, feel the sense of longing that is out of reach
Stretch limbs to grasp the answers, questions that lie so deep will be answered
Darkness and the cold shaking caused by fear will pass
And the journey to the destination will come soon enough.
Dusk is fading the light as time moves on
Goodbye to the rain, the sun, the sea, the sand
Count your blessing on your fingers
Nightfall brings back your dreams.
Tomorrow is another day.
James Larkhill
Monday, 16 October 2017
Poem of the Week
THEY DO FORGET
Deep in the trenches covered in dirt,
Cold with fear, as the boom and blast light up the sky,
Bayonets in our shaking hands, over the top to our certain death
bodies strewn across the field of mud, poppies coated red from our blood
For what ?, I ask,
To let the dealers conquer the dark,
To let society degrade our name,
As they do forget and don't understand,
The hand we played in their freedom.
Whatever divisions existed before two world wars
This is nothing compared to the divisions we have in our family today.
Does this selfish world need a war to clear it of its scars ?
Will love, charity and hope exist again ?
Or will the battles we fought be in vain
Forever a memory of those that were slain.
James Larkhill.
Deep in the trenches covered in dirt,
Cold with fear, as the boom and blast light up the sky,
Bayonets in our shaking hands, over the top to our certain death
bodies strewn across the field of mud, poppies coated red from our blood
For what ?, I ask,
To let the dealers conquer the dark,
To let society degrade our name,
As they do forget and don't understand,
The hand we played in their freedom.
Whatever divisions existed before two world wars
This is nothing compared to the divisions we have in our family today.
Does this selfish world need a war to clear it of its scars ?
Will love, charity and hope exist again ?
Or will the battles we fought be in vain
Forever a memory of those that were slain.
James Larkhill.
Sunday, 4 June 2017
Poem of the Week
The Value Of Life
Man has decided he has a right,
to take life as he pleases.
Man played god with life and this seed was sown.
It grew into such hate with the value of life decreasing.
Though religion is an excuse given to slay the innocents,
Is man not the perpetrator of these acts as his inner self gave reason ?
Is it not the value placed on life that drives this suicide of hate ?
Is man not to blame ?
Is man not the one who de-valued life ?
Should he not be the one guilty of life treason ?
Man has decided he has a right,
to take life as he pleases.
Man played god with life and this seed was sown.
It grew into such hate with the value of life decreasing.
Though religion is an excuse given to slay the innocents,
Is man not the perpetrator of these acts as his inner self gave reason ?
Is it not the value placed on life that drives this suicide of hate ?
Is man not to blame ?
Is man not the one who de-valued life ?
Should he not be the one guilty of life treason ?
Sunday, 16 April 2017
Poem of the Week
The Crossroad
Reasons to be trapped and not be free, start with dependents one, two and three. A roof over one’s head warmth at night, food in my belly, an electric light. A pension when I grow old, a hat on my head, a cosy sleep in my comfortable bed. When I own my bricks will I be free ?, or is it my age that will hinder me? Should I, upon this day declare my freedom? Should I leave my binding job, sell up and sail away, live a little while I can, be a selfish irresponsible man? Do I have the guts to make my mark, test the waters on a journey I should embark ? At this crossroads which way should I go over the hill and far away or round the corner like every other day. I only I can make the decision and the question is am I a man with a vision, or a man of indecision?Saturday, 18 February 2017
Poem of the Week
God answers my prayers
He saves me from heartache
He saves me from loss
He protects me from my fears
He helps me such a lot
That's why I pray to thank him
That's why I keep the faith
That's why i need my saviour
That's why I'm full of grace
Amen
James Larkhill.
He saves me from heartache
He saves me from loss
He protects me from my fears
He helps me such a lot
That's why I pray to thank him
That's why I keep the faith
That's why i need my saviour
That's why I'm full of grace
Amen
James Larkhill.
Tuesday, 6 December 2016
Poem of the Week
The Streets of Despair
What am I going to do today ?
Life is misery, addiction is good
Take way the pain,
I'm on the road to despair
A circle of viciousness
Its eating me away this difficult trap
Lonely in a room of many
Drunken belonging doesn't last
On the street I watch and see
the people who just walk on by
I don't want to die, I need help
Where is my angel?, where is the love ?
please god help me, I pray I beg
No more nights of keeping warm
Is there no Compassion in this world ?
What am I going to do today ?
Life is misery, addiction is good
Take way the pain,
I'm on the road to despair
A circle of viciousness
Its eating me away this difficult trap
Lonely in a room of many
Drunken belonging doesn't last
On the street I watch and see
the people who just walk on by
I don't want to die, I need help
Where is my angel?, where is the love ?
please god help me, I pray I beg
No more nights of keeping warm
Is there no Compassion in this world ?
Monday, 21 November 2016
Poem of the Week
Proud Preston
Welcome to Deepdale the home of PNE
The lilywhite heart is here to stay
and on this turf we will but slay.
We are the one and only
We are the team in white,
We are the sons of legends
and our flame will not blow out.
"You are my sunshine"
We will chant aloud,
For our courage is unquestioned
we stand tall and proud
Wednesday, 12 October 2016
Poem of the Week
Memories Of Love
Don't let the memories take over me
Don't let the memories take away my love
I am alone but I must go on
Don't let the memories take away my love
I ache in the morning, I stay awake at night
For now I must move on, but my feelings are not right
Don't let the memories blow out my flame
Light my spirit, let it ignite,
Without your heart beat and your warming charm
I have no purpose, I am disarmed
But I've got the memories, don't take them away
For they are the sunshine, the dawn of my days.
Don't let the memories take over me
Don't let the memories take away my love
I am alone but I must go on
Don't let the memories take away my love
I ache in the morning, I stay awake at night
For now I must move on, but my feelings are not right
Don't let the memories blow out my flame
Light my spirit, let it ignite,
Without your heart beat and your warming charm
I have no purpose, I am disarmed
But I've got the memories, don't take them away
For they are the sunshine, the dawn of my days.
Tuesday, 11 October 2016
Poem of the Week
DO NOT DEPART
Hell has no fear when I have this feeling of despair
Love had no meaning if you no longer want me there
Pain is a numbness a hurt that strikes me low
I don't want to lose you I don't want to let you go
A journey fate took to its end should not have tread this path
But fate twisted and unearthed an un-foretold secret of mistrust
Torn to shreds by the past and in fear for what may come
Sleep is beyond my desperation masked by confusion
It is deep this love removed so real it is no illusion
Wake me from this nightmare take me back to sunnier days
Forgive my indiscretions and find a pocket in your heart
that knows that you still love me and wont let you depart
If I should be so fortunate I will guard you with my life
For I will always love you my angelic loving wife.
Hell has no fear when I have this feeling of despair
Love had no meaning if you no longer want me there
Pain is a numbness a hurt that strikes me low
I don't want to lose you I don't want to let you go
A journey fate took to its end should not have tread this path
But fate twisted and unearthed an un-foretold secret of mistrust
Torn to shreds by the past and in fear for what may come
Sleep is beyond my desperation masked by confusion
It is deep this love removed so real it is no illusion
Wake me from this nightmare take me back to sunnier days
Forgive my indiscretions and find a pocket in your heart
that knows that you still love me and wont let you depart
If I should be so fortunate I will guard you with my life
For I will always love you my angelic loving wife.
Wednesday, 21 September 2016
Poem of the Week
Paranoid
Paranoid, I cant get out
it’s a crisis its a tragedy
its a world of trouble
Shadows creeping along the walls
All shapes and sizes
No one here I fear
Not in this damnation
They walk in step as they follow me
I can run, I can hide
You won't get me alive
I will Survive
Bricks protect me
I can't be seen beneath the covers
Let it be light
Suspend the night
Cold, as Ice runs through my veins
As blood flows a stream of pain
Watch your back it's behind you
And in front of you
No escape this isn't no paranoia
It's reality, scream and it will go away
I pray, I pray.
Paranoid, I cant get out
it’s a crisis its a tragedy
its a world of trouble
Shadows creeping along the walls
All shapes and sizes
No one here I fear
Not in this damnation
They walk in step as they follow me
I can run, I can hide
You won't get me alive
I will Survive
Bricks protect me
I can't be seen beneath the covers
Let it be light
Suspend the night
Cold, as Ice runs through my veins
As blood flows a stream of pain
Watch your back it's behind you
And in front of you
No escape this isn't no paranoia
It's reality, scream and it will go away
I pray, I pray.
Sunday, 26 June 2016
Saturday, 25 June 2016
Poem of the Week
The Tower of Babel has Fallen
Reach out and touch the freedom
The chains of bureaucracy have been broken
Boom boom this ain't anarchy this is organised chaos
The Shires have had their say and the Metropolitan's have been slain
Refrain from a protest and move this country forward with Zest
Find us a leader not a fascist bleeder or a passive Brit
Hit out and shout, we have no doubt, we will survive
Because the people of this Nation have the drive
We have a seed and it is sown
So treat it well and watch it grow
And when it does but bloom
Let us taste the fruit
Of our countries womb.
Reach out and touch the freedom
The chains of bureaucracy have been broken
Boom boom this ain't anarchy this is organised chaos
The Shires have had their say and the Metropolitan's have been slain
Refrain from a protest and move this country forward with Zest
Find us a leader not a fascist bleeder or a passive Brit
Hit out and shout, we have no doubt, we will survive
Because the people of this Nation have the drive
We have a seed and it is sown
So treat it well and watch it grow
And when it does but bloom
Let us taste the fruit
Of our countries womb.
Saturday, 23 January 2016
Poem of the Week
CONCOCTION
Inspire my soul, like a snake I crawl
Inspire my soul lets rock and roll
Break my skull tap my inspiration
Let it flow into a stream
Let it flow to the valley of damnation
Scream Baby scream
For I have your dream
Your just here a mere creation
You’ll look,, you’ll find your destination
In this mixed up crazy
Nation.
Acid burns your tears
It takes away your fears
Lucid is your mind
Your senses redefined
But you can’t see the picture
You cant see the view
For you are out of focus
So blurred your eyes are still
There are more ways to try
And more ways to die
But heaven isn’t ready
And hell is far away
So take your life and twist it and throw the goods away
And you will see the sunrise
Say hello I’m here to stay,
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