Jack Frost

Jack Frost

As winter comes and darkness falls

A man comes out to play

This man who we all call Jack Frost

He sleeps during the day

And when our curtains close at night

And our eyes shut for sleep

This man who we all call Jack Frost

He comes up from the deep

The moon shines brightly down on him

And shows him where to go

This man who we all call Jack Frost

Must leave before sun glow

A painter of great works of art

His brush strokes there to see

This man who we all call Jack Frost

Leaves sights for us to see

And as the morning sun comes up

And wakes our sleepy heads

This man who we all call Jack Frost

It’s now time for his bed

Paris

Paris

As darkness fell along the Seine

This cool November night

La Tour Eiffel stood tall and proud

Aloft this place of might

As people left their homes for cheer

To laugh, sing songs, and eat

And time moved on from nine o’clock

The mood would soon change beat

That change in beat brought booms and bangs

As laughter turned to screams

And people ran, ran for their lives

There’s no hope left it seems

But then we saw what we’re about

A good and loving race

Where kindness reigns, see #PorteOuverte

The bad ones aren’t our face

Right now it is just still too raw

The heart ache needs to pour

But let’s do what the French do best

And open hearts and doors

Spoons

Spoons

I had these thoughts, they came to me

That I should go and write

A poem all about those spoons

Though forks may feature, right...

‘Cause spoons are great and bendy too

Though more for Uri Geller

A good friend to the king of pop

Whose moves were surely stellar 

See, I use spoons when morning comes

I like cornflakes the most

Though true to say I sometimes change

And treat myself to toast

But back to spoons, must not digress 

Their size important too

As some folk like their spoons quite big

Though small ones can work true

But folks it’s time to end these rhymes

We’ve had some fun with spoons

Though don’t forget about those forks

Whose prongs can make fine tunes

Faces

Faces

There’s loads of faces all around

But one is all I see

That face I see is yours my dear

My perfect cup of tea

The sound of talking all around

But I hear just one voice

Each word you say that comes to me

I smile inside, rejoice

The chorus of a thousand laughs

But your snort is the best

To be the one who made that come

I really feel most blessed

Ten thousand teeth sit on display

But yours shine out the most

But sat here as I am with you

By far my favourite host

It’s clear to me as we sit here

That you give me more glee

Than all these choices all around

‘Cause you’re the one for me

The Savoy

The Savoy

It was about this time last week

Where shoes were cleaned and shined

The time we booked was half past three

Where we’d be wined and dined

The setting of this birthday treat

Of course was The Savoy

The three of us were seated there

Two girls and just one boy

The ambience an air of grace

With beauty all around

The splendour of the décor called

The opulence abound

The staff became our new best friends

To meet Omar a treat

The tea divine, the food sublime

This place just can’t be beat

A real joy to visit here

This place is just a dream

Be sure one day to see this place

As smiles will be the theme

Toast

Toast

The gentle opening of the seal

A rustling meets our ears

To pinch the slice between each tip

We’ve eaten toast for years

To line it up then drop it in

And press the lever down

And let the toaster do its trick

‘Til bread turns golden brown

It takes much skill to get it right

As some like it more burnt

To learn the time you cook it for

It’s something we’ve all learnt

And then it's time for toast to pop

And dab the butter on

It’s really sad that spreadable

Appears to be a con

Enjoy your toast, this staple food

And munch and crunch away

Because my friends, there’s fewer ways

To start a better day

Smiles

Smiles

Some of them are crooked

And some show lots of teeth

But what a smile shows most of all

Is what lies underneath

A smile does tell a story

When neurons crash and meet

Which fill our souls with joy and glee

And felt from head to feet

A vision of pure beauty

They spread from cheek to cheek

They light you up when feeling sad

And things may feel quite bleak

All different shapes and sizes

I love to see this joy

To see those smiley faces there

If you’re a girl or boy

So don’t care how it breaks out

Just stand there tall and proud

And show your smile in all its charm

Let beauty shout out loud

Tea

Tea

The hand is placed upon the tap

The water pours on out

It’s time to fill the kettle up

And have some tea, no doubt

A very British thing to do

So many issues solved

“Just pop the kettle on my dear”

It’s how we have evolved

There’s many types we like to drink

There’s herbal and there’s spiced

Or some just like a normal one

We can’t be arsed with iced

There are some folk who like to dunk

A biscuit of their choice

And when they get the timing right

There’s no doubt they’ll rejoice

That feeling of a warmth that soothes

And sets your spirits free

I think it’s time that we should have

Another cup of tea

Little bits

Little bits

On each and every single day

When I know you’re with me

I know that there is nowhere else

That I would rather be

The sun is always shining bright

The trains are never late

The smell of cut grass in the air

A line without a wait

My favourite month the whole year round

A warm drink when it’s cold

When sifting through a pan of dirt

My eyes see shining gold

That sense of when your thirst is quenched

A perfect cup of tea

When two thoughts come to merge as one

A buy one get one free

There are so many things in life

That bring us bits of glee

And all of these mean so much more

Since you have been with me

Refugees

Refugees

A name, an age, a person too

They have their hopes and dreams

Yet tales of greed, dehumanised

It’s sad to see these themes

A Mum, a Dad, a friend or child

With fear set in their eyes

They board the boat or train or truck

Around them filth and flies

The risks they take to leave their homes

And set sail for new shores 

You think they’d leave if choice was there

And lands weren’t filled with wars?

For those who last a trip from hell

And aren’t seized by the tides

The last thing that they need from us

Is for us to chastise

I'd like to know how many souls

Must wash up on our sands

Before we learn to welcome these

And give them helping hands