If my ancestor’s
A rock, am kin to a stock
Complexity? Not!
When and where did I
Become aware of myself
(Subatomicals)?
When and where and why
Did ethics (we use) arise?
Be Trinity wise
A three-year-old calls out
Her Dad, he said something bad
Justified? Repent
The land uncovered
A new land is discovered
Flood waters assuage
(Nu-u's (kin) and canoe
Fuhi, Cox Cox their cogs too
That's Noah to you)
Spread the Gospel to
A land that is out of hand
A land that's rebrand
Usurper attacks
The women and children first
In a land, athirst
Opening Himself
The Door, Gospel Waters pour
From a new wineskin
Alpha and beta
From Alpha and Omega
(Words don’t return void)
Out of the murky mist
Amidst the mistral winds
The tempest tips the mast
A crippled ship descends
Pain-fated Captain's crew
Rain ravaged by degrees
The cox would steer the crow
Below the savage seas
To dare the darkened depth
Untethered fathoms feared
As harkened angels wept
A weathered wraith appeared
To cast the mastless craft
Amidst the rocky realm
The staff, now pointed aft
While the cox, held the helm
New Captain's crew was calmed
By current, ruby red
A salty sea embalmed
The sunken, drunken, dead
An albatross had mourned
Poseidon's wounded pride
Thrust-trusted trident scorned
Calypso raised the tide
It is the lairiest of epochs
Ignore slop do a pop vox
Chock a block with shocks
But the scariest of tik toks
Snapping like hungry crocs
Another spate of hate docks
Photos that everyone clocks
Those ones who girls mocks
Are as deadly as small pox
Aren't all as strong as an ox
Shaking from online knocks
Drowning in instasham lochs
Stinks like young men's socks
Mistaking that a cure’s botox
Crowning a theory I defrocks
That faking makes you a fox
Solution sells comes out a box
Lies stir fries in corporate woks
Smells fishy like out of date lox
Why jog cheat the elite flocks
Fatty injections vanity smocks
As the poor everything hocks
Pharma firm flogs all its stocks
Not just peahens also peacocks
Androids on steroids rippled jocks
Muscle bound like the Springboks
Why are so many blokes.. cocks?
How about all go on a long detox
Take note your boat you’re the cox
Winner is the inner you which rocks
Fashion rations compassion is bollox!
What does it mean to live a finite, fragile life in an infinite, indifferent universe? ~ Prof. Brian Cox.
As the Moon rises in the east
barely showing its face above the horizon
the Penumbral Eclipse takes form
heralding the full weight of the time
a new Shadow was about to be cast over me.
Dark has cloaked my deeds up until now.
The Blood Moon enchants with its splendour
and ultimately the reflected light from the Sun
is embraced by illuminated corners of my heart—
subdued, as it reflects tentative forgiveness
rewarding me for changing my ways.
I’m set in my ways.
I yearn for unconditional forgiveness
of the ingrained dark corners of my heart—
reflecting my own perception of me.
A Blood Moon stirs fear in the heart
as my darkly disturbing thoughts reveal secrets.
Old shadows are difficult to cast off—
taunted by the recall of lighthearted times.
When the Penumbral Eclipse faded
remorse latched onto the dark side
of the moon on its arc to set in the west.
A Kamikaze peddler
Who follows his nose
fluorescent green Lycra
A middle finger he shows
Slower than a snail
As wide as truck
Forget the highway code
He pushes his luck.
Side by side they pedal
Three or four deep
Then they become violent
If you give them a beep
They own the road
and there’s no mistake
Zip through red lights
No prisoners they take
Danger personified
Full speed ahead
And then they wonder
Why motorists see red.
The bike’s abandoned
He washes his hands
Peels off his Lycra
He’s got urgent plans
Jumps in his car
To go somewhere fast
A slight incline
He just can’t pass
In front is a pedlar
And It’s Karma at last.
David Cox 11/05/25
Something Sweet
I want something sweet
Pestered by my brain
It’s like a recurring tweet
I am trying to refrain
Something sticky like toffee
A gooey dessert of delight
To eat with a cup of coffee
Resisting with all my might
A chocolate bar or wafer
To ease my craving buds
Apple would be much safer
But it tastes like fairy suds
I am waiting for 4 o’clock
The Sunday shops stop calling
My will as solid as a rock
My glucose level’s falling
The pride of not succumbing
A passing of this test
I should be very happy yet,
My brain’s becoming a pest.
David Cox 13/04/25
Don’t!
Don’t put your thoughts on paper
Don’t dare to think out loud
Don’t express on social media
Don’t put them up in cloud
Don’t criticize the useless
Don’t voice a point of view
Don’t flex your vocal cord
Don’t think you’re immune
Six burly officers are coming
Because of something you said
They crash the door early morning
And they’ll tear you from your bed
They’ll whisk you down the bridewell
Slam you in a six foot by eight
The CID will make you confess
About all the things that you hate
You can shop lift for a past time
Carry a machete along the road
Threaten cut all white throats
And never do as your told
Keep your gob shut firm and tight
Take the pen and put it down
Don’t tweet early morn or late night
Decent is only for a clown.
David Cox 29/03/25
I wear my suit while my house burns
I wear my suit while my wife dies
I wear my suit when my son’s body arrives
And I wear my suit for you Donald Trump
I wear my suit while Russians torture
I wear my suit as bombs explode
I wear my suit for my lost future
I don’t wear my suit because I am told
I wear my suit to greet the reaper
I wear my suit through the genocide
I wear my suit cos yours is cheaper
I wear my suit with my dead bride
I see your suit, it hides your crimes
I see your suits disguising your hate
I see your suits siding with murderers
I see your suits by Putin’s side.
David Cox 03/03/25
I wonder.
I wonder what will happen when
all the English dictionaries are burnt
and Shakespeare is abolished
as FAR RIGHT and Racist,
and when the Beatles are
vilified for 'She Loves You'
when it should have
been 'they them love you'.
When the battle of Britain
Begs an unreserved apology.
When the British inventions
Are cast aside as imperial luck
When Europe forgets as the Russians
Have, who saved them in WW2
When people are imprisoned for
Love of these islands and free
Speech is abolished and punished
But this horror won’t happen tomorrow
No, not tomorrow, or the day after
But don’t feel reassured or complacent
Because they arrived months ago
And we all must be ready to pay.
David Cox 02/02/25
Labour of hate
Turn on the heating
It’s getting cold
Why do we shiver?
Just because we’re old
It’s Kier’s labour, who wants us all to die
Said he liked pensioners just another lie
Another lie
Angels are calling
Is this the end
We are elderly
No family or friends
Can’t pay for heating or any of our bills
While Rayner’s cheating, fingering the tills
In the tills.
Reeves bills are paid for
But she’s a millionaire
Rayner is raving
She doesn’t care
Release the sausages, where is his brain
Paying a photographer, Rayner’s so vain
Is so vain
Take all our money
With inheritance tax
Charlie didn’t pay his
He can now relax
Rich becoming richer, Starmer leads the pack
Free clothes and glasses stabbed us in the back
In the back.
David Cox 13/12/24
I want you to stand in front of the tv
Vacuum when my favourite show is on
Wash the floor with the steamer
And me smile as if it’s fun
I want you to not hear what I am saying
And ask questions already resolved
As I shake my head and laugh
You say you need some new shoes
I want to hear you sneeze like a scream
And make me jump when my back’s turned
I’ll eat catleta with tomato soup
And remember all the bridges we’ve burned.
I want you to make me laugh and annoyed
Will you promise you’ll never leave me
I never want your sofa empty
And I love your feet under my nose
If you go I’m bound to follow you
It’ll be down to you if I take the last step
So, be sure to stay forever, please
I can’t live with an empty chair.
David Cox 08/12/24
Is Santa coming?
Can you hear above
Are reindeer running?
Bring presents of love
Why’s mother crying?
Cradling her son
The world is lying
No peace for anyone, anyone!
Is Santa coming?
Or is it a lie?
No one is smiling
Although we all try
That noise above you
Is not quite what you think
That sound above you
Is killing everything, everything!
I thought this was the time of year
When everyone lives without fear
I thought this was the time of year
When everyone lives without fear!
Without fear!
Angels are calling
Can you hear their sigh
The snow is falling
White petals on high
They build a snowman
Place a carrot for his nose
Black coal for eyes
Slippers for freezing toes
Freezing toes!
David Cox 07/12/24
In broad day light
In plain sight
The rain has fallen
And evaporated free
Speech over night
Riotous murder
Blame the simpletons
Protect the perpetrators
Who’ve political value
Kill the prisoner
Who shouted a view
Don’t write a thought
Or they’ll come for you
Two
Shrinking in fear
Of the new two tear
Five years to endure
But hopefully, not one
Minute more
Meanwhile thousands
Might die, but no will
To keep the score
We’re expendable
No longer dependable
They’ll lie until the election
Change their truth
Change their direction
Five more years to bear
The psychopaths will share
The spoils and the loot
Put us under the jack boot.
For now, they’ve banned fun
But our time will come.
David Cox 09/11/24
Missing Girl?
They have a child, a little girl
A special gift a diamond a pearl
The left her alone so they could play
They find her dead the next day.
Fake the scene, make it safe
Make it clean. Call the law
When there’s no incrimination
Spend a few hours down the
Station, blame the phantom
Who doesn’t exist. Form a charity
A fantasy of family bliss.
Involve the world to change
The narrative, they know she
Is dead, crocodile tears, inventive
Ask them a question and
And they scatter the blame
They are believed, bare no shame
What really occurred?
Well work it out.
Not a kidnapping
Just mystery and doubt.
David Cox 15/09/24
He left his life one morning,
while she was sound asleep
he left hr without warning cos there
are secrets you have to keep
he didn’t wait to see the tears form
in her beautiful eyes
and as he passed by the mirror
began to realise
he’s never going home
she wrote him a text message
listened to his answer phone
her life was lying in wreckage cos she
was going to be alone
as she passed by the mirror
thoughts running through her head
All the things she wanted to tell
Him all the things never said
He’s never coming home.
As she looked into the mirror
thoughts running through her head
All the things she wanted to tell
Him all the things never said
He’s never coming home.
If you find someone that you love
And with his life you’ll spend
You will know it’s enough
To have a lover and a friend
As she looked into the mirror
Her veins became ice cold
And she felt the faintest shimmer
As his fingers fold
They both are going home.
David Cox 08/09/24
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