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