Inspired to share my knowledge,
Dedicated to teach with courage,
I gave my service with all my heart,
In my students life, I am one of an important part.
Three decades of teaching kids,
That's my riches, my lifetime achievements,
I maybe a candle that is running out,
But the impact, straight to the heart.
Proud to be the shaper of young minds,
When the time comes that I may not in this world,
Please remember me with glad,
As once brought a flicker of light on your path,
June 20, 2025
MPS
Six Days of Christmas
On the first day of Christmas my MP had for free:
A partridge with all the trimmings.
It didn’t come from Aldi
On the second day of Christmas my MP had on me:
Two vintage Champagnes, a partridge with all the trimmings
And nothing came from Aldi
On the third day of Christmas my MP had on me:
Three Harrod’s Hampers, two vintage Champagnes,
A partridge with all the trimmings
And nothing came from Aldi.
On the fourth day of Christmas my MP had on me:
Four new suits, three Harrod’s hampers, two vintage champagnes
A partridge with all the trimmings,
And nothing came from Aldi
On the fifth day of Christmas my MP had on me:
Five houses rent free!! four new suits, three Harrod’s hampers,
Two vintage Champagnes, a partridge with all the trimmings
And nothing came from Aldi.
On the sixth day of Christmas the MPs did to me:
Lied through their teeth
Raised inheritance tax,
Froze all the pensioners,
Put thousands out of work
Crippled the economy
Cancelled local elections
Gave 50 million to terrorists
While I ate a sandwich from Aldi.
David Cox 22/11/2022
Dear
Future Me
Splash in tranquility
Exploring the world’s beauty
As happy as a bumblebee
Fulfilled dreams, smooth way of life
Relaxing, enjoying together with my forever love
Wish granted, contented, simple life under the sun
Overwhelmed with gladness in my heart, feels great
Healed by His grace, thankful for the blessings, grateful being.
September 24, 2021
MPS
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Oxtail, beef ribs and 72 slice cheese
take it to Ajima
And double your money
Budweiser, Coors, and MGD,
Army says one case a day,
I used to get twenty.
In ‘95 beer was eleven bucks a case
You’d get $25
For stacking them in Ajima’s place,
But watch out for MPs
Because If you get caught,
Its court-martials And Article 15s
JEV
The government is not debating,
Internally or understating,
Attacking, flipping the opposition,
Or denouncing the wealth creating.
All parties work together,
To social fairness we toast,
Maintaining the societal blether,
Announcing the financial host.
Few MPs sit in Parliament,
The chamber is internal,
The order is not permanent,
Here, the rules fraternal.
We will all look back,
Upon this treacherous time,
Commend ourselves for yack,
For prohibiting the crime.
Reverse! To the Coronavirus,
Stop somewhere else, not here,
Glide into outer space,
To prohibit any reason for tear.
A tribute to 159th Birth Anniversary of Dr. Jose Rizal
Soul of a hero ignites,
With the use of mighty pen he fight,
From the colony of other countries,
Hail your greatness, it stays in our memories.
Dr. Jose Rizal, your life was an inspiration,
Born to defend our beloved nation,
You are really an intelligent person,
Writing poetry was your greatest passion.
The spirit of nationalistic was in your mind,
Helping Filipinos shows that you are kind,
Your heart dictates to do the right thing,
To fight for freedom, history remember your writings.
Runs in your veins Malayan royalty,
Bloodless revolts spread easily,
By your pen that is considered mighty,
Shout for joy, Philippine Independence for our country.
This poem dedicated to 159th Birth anniversary of our Philippine National Hero
Dr. Jose Rizal
Written by: MPS
Oh How Then
The powers that be took us into this mess
And we as people decided to act
Yes that’s right we banged our pans and spoons
Screeching ENOUGH IS ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!
You there over there yes you in Europe
With your plans and rules and laws and languages
We are English and do not want your rules
Or to be ruled by you from citadel Europe
What will we gain from this?
Having to use Metric instead of Imperial
Pity the market traders now in jail
For refusing to bow down to Metric
In a clink with druggies and gangsters and murderers
But the Euro MPs should be inside
For maiming our lives with their red tape
From fishing quotas to banana size
They say jump and we ask how high?
So we did jump and jumped out of Europe!
Some wanted to Remain but I voted Leave
Yet what a mess it created oh dear
May’s leadership is tatty just like her
And her job is hard even damned
But there is No Deal with the chaos it brings
Brings to us in England and you in Europe
What will it really bring?
A sense of leaving but then what?
Increased air fares, a need for Visas and new wars???
Time will tell...
...IV.
My vision began to flux oddly,
vomit came and went from my throat,
my balance shifted here and there,
once again, like I was on a boat.
And then I was back inside it,
looking out from that great machine,
my fellows looked on, I focused,
told myself this was not a dream.
They all pressed in, wanted to know
where I had gone and what I saw,
but just then the MPs broke in,
shouting,”Stop! You’re breaking the law!”
The military was not pleased
we’d experimented on men,
the ringleaders were arrested,
all our machines taken, and then
They just turned and let me go free,
I wasn’t one of the top minds,
I tried to tell them what I saw,
but they laughed, did not have the time.
I reach out to the astronomers,
said to look for a meteor group,
few took my words seriously,
I’ve not heard back from those who do.
Leaving me stuck with cold knowledge,
a Cassandra none care to hear,
I keep saying when doom will come,
as mad as that makes me appear.
So I’ve changed fields to robots,
work longer hours than anyone,
so our unexpected saviors
will be ready when the day comes.
as builders spend pennies
flipping profits on houses
lifestyle gurus
show us how to fold trousers
and chefs under pressure
scream out all their orders
while people in need
are labelled as hoarders
and bookies fix odds
for the afternoon races
as judges cast judgements
on bizarre family cases
and teams answer questions
to win mystery prizes
while traffic cops chase
young suicide drivers
and retirees escape
to a life on the Costas
as law firms inform us
it’s good to sue doctors
and super vets cure
lame dogs and sick horses
as folk with backstories
fail SAS courses
and dealers earn livings
from ducking and diving
while medics with agents
get judged Strictly jiving
and loan deals have small print
explaining their charges
while celebs enjoy cruising
on canals in large barges
and food critics chew
over masterful dinners
and. there. are. several. long. seconds
before we find out the winners
but when MPs dodge questions
on the numerous news’ panels
it’s proof that what bites
really sucks on our channels.
In living in my homeland over 60 years
so much has changed in all that time
what was acceptable is not now anymore
our grandparents would see it as a crime
Today's world doesn't seem to be like them
standards just don't exist at all
right is wrong changes to wrong to right
everybody seems all mixed up into the night
So many towns never as they were
nothing but signs for sale or to let
councillors and MPs don't seem to know
what to do or help those who're in debt
There's much violence upon our streets
the days of walking at night so safe
they are no more such is our present state
when will man learn to behave?
The dress code now is appalling
torn jeans, tracksuits all seem norm
simply no decency or standards at all
what a state! please, God, send a storm
In summing up modern man does his thing
not caring, except self-serving alone
but one day this world will be wrapped up
the Almighty will speak 'The End' all silent tone!
(Just some thoughts of my home country Scotland and the state it's in as the times of today compared with our grandparents time with the decline in morality and standards.)
Oh How Then
The powers that be took us into this mess
And we as people decided to act
Yes that’s right we banged our pans and spoons
Screeching ENOUGH IS ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!
You there over there yes you in Europe
With your plans and rules and laws and languages
We are English and do not want your rules
Or to be ruled by you from citadel Europe
What will we gain from this?
Having to use Metric instead of Imperial
Pity the market traders now in jail
For refusing to bow down to Metric
In a clink with druggies and gangsters and murderers
But the Euro MPs should be inside
For maiming our lives with their red tape
From fishing quotas to banana size
They say jump and we ask how high?
So we did jump and jumped out of Europe!
Some wanted to Remain but I voted Leave
Yet what a mess it created oh dear
May’s leadership is tatty just like her
And her job is hard even damned
But there is No Deal with the chaos it brings
Brings to us in England and you in Europe
What will it really bring?
A sense of leaving but then what?
Increased air fares, a need for Visas and new wars???
Time will tell...
from Jabo
Nick Armbrister
Our EEC sovereignty went to the vote,
Not liking the outcome our parliament did ‘nowt,
All the self serving mp’s and grey suited men,
Refused then to honour the referendum.
Re-moaning voters want a new vote you see,
Though it flies in the face of our democracy,
And all the kings horses and all the kings men,
Will struggle to ever unite us again.
For what is the point of a judicial head,
That ignores its electorate and lines its pockets instead,
Whether you’re in or you’re out I think one thing is clear,
It’s the media and MPs who decide everything here.
So hold your new vote and I’m sure you’ll now win,
Cause people like me probably won’t vote again,
You have tainted our parliament where it seems money talks,
So I’m personally hoping for another Guy Fawkes.
Brexit Sonnet No.4
‘Year of Trial and Error’
So now it’s waning, our year of trial and error,
Our brush with one inglorious year just gone.
We’ve had it all, deception, lies and terror,
With inappropriate MPs movéd on.
Votes just bought and sold like weed or pot,
So ‘tanks a billion’ say both sides of the border.
Papers lost then found, but paradise not,
Whilst pay cap kept our health and law in order.
But desist from maudlin thoughts and look ahead,
Hammer in those solid logic nails,
Torque those nuts of truth on well turned thread
And set the train of thought on well honed rails.
Our home once more again to prime and proof,
Next year, no rot, no rust, just honest truth.
©Keith Murphy
They were strong men of steel
In flat caps and hobnail boots,
hunger pains all they could feel
dressed in Sunday best suits,
poor diet of potato and marrow
no more ships, unemployment high
for folk in northern town of Jarrow,
work needed government did deny,
Petition signed by many thousands
two hundred men three hundred miles
Poverty that no one else understands,
marchers met with help and smiles,
flags and banners above their heads
autumnal weather for them to contend
hardship ahead little food no beds,
a protest that MPs didn't comprehend
from Jarrow to London they did march
with hope in their minds, sores on feet,
to Downing Street via Marble Arch,
plight never debated, rejection no treat.
Two hundred men marched from Jarrow County Durham to London, started October 5th 1936, reached their destination on October 31st 1936, to deliver a petition asking the Government to create employment for the people on Tyneside, which was totally ignored but remembered by millions today.
It's not just black and white,
Not simply he or she —
It all comes down to one thing:
A ruling ideology.
Who cares about reality,
When truth is kept at bay?
No right or wrong, no higher ground,
Just what the leaders say.
Politicians send our sons to war,
To die on distant, foreign shores.
And why? What is it for?
To guard their grand ideology — nothing more.
They come back home, try to find a place,
But council flats have left no trace.
Sold to fat cats with a grin —
That’s ideology once again.
Is my moral compass broke?
We pay through the nose for gas and light,
Water bills that drain us tight —
All part of corporate appetite,
Fueled by ideology cloaked.
Let’s take a vote — in or out —
And fifty-two percent shout “leave!”
But MPs twist and weave and doubt,
They’ve got their own beliefs to grieve —
That’s ideology, no reprieve.
Now let’s get real, and make it quick,
No more playing politics.
This world turns not on thoughts alone,
But actions — roots, and sticks, and stone.
Ideology might light the spark,
But it won’t guide us through the dark.
So let’s wake up, and truly see —
This world needs more than ideology.
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