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James Bevan Poem
Stammering Keir Starmer....
This Keir Starmer,
He's a Grandma harmer,
Not a ganja farmer.
He's a Bit of a dahmer,
Here in Britain,
Nothings calmer,
Like this Man,
Is a body embalmer.
Where's his charm-a,
A political armor,
In the House of Commons,
He’s a drama armer.
Policies not tighter,
A non-future igniter,
In the UK scene,
He’s a headline writer.
In this war though,
He's No kind of fighter.
His future's dark,
Though he promises brighter.
See,
Keir stammers so much,
He cant hold a damn lighter!
I bet you as well,
He's a cock 'n' ball biter.
Once hes been in your sheets,
They'll never again be whiter!
Spot the difference,
between him and a flying pig,
'F' is what you're looking for,
though lying ain't big.
Stammering Sir Starmer,
now he wears a minister's wig,
Hell Bent and broken,
he'll snap like a twig.
He can't handle his station,
like a dog can't a fig,
It's a toxication,
of our nation,
getting too big.
Causing damnation,
as he takes the public down,
With his damn inflation,
he's the unwanted,
Talk of the town.
Promises made,
but they're all just smoke,
In the halls of power,
He's a cruel joke.
Bent truths and twisted lies,
he's playing the game,
But the people see through,
they know his name!
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James Bevan Poem
Blind Man’s Five-Legged Dog Rap
Yo, gather 'round the table, let me spin you a tale, 'Bout a blind man named Benny, he was never frail. Owned a dog with five legs, yeah, you heard it right, A mutant pup named Lucky, always ready to fight.
Benny rocked the shades, couldn’t see the light, But his other senses? Man, they were outta sight. Lucky had an extra leg, like a secret weapon, They rolled through the streets, causing quite a commotion.
Blind man, five-legged dog, sittin’ at a seven-legged table, Life’s a crazy carnival, and they’re the main fable. Benny’s got the flow, Lucky’s got the bark, Together they’re unstoppable, lighting up the dark.
Benny navigated alleys, bumpin’ into walls, Lucky led the way, five legs strutting down the halls. People stared, jaws dropped, couldn’t believe their eyes, Blind man and his mutant dog, takin’ 'em by surprise.
Lucky barked in Morse code, Benny decoded the signs, They formed a secret language, like two partners in crime. Five legs, seven legs, it didn’t matter at all, They danced to their rhythm, answering destiny’s call.
Blind man, five-legged dog, sittin’ at a seven-legged table, Life’s a crazy carnival, and they’re the main fable. Benny’s got the flow, Lucky’s got the bark, Together they’re unstoppable, lighting up the dark.
Benny dropped rhymes like bombs, Lucky howled along, They spit fire in the streets, became a local phenomenon. Benny’s shades hid his eyes, but his heart saw it all, Lucky’s five legs tapped to the beat, answering the call.
They battled haters, skeptics, and doubters, Benny’s blind faith, Lucky’s mutant powers. They rapped about sunsets, moonbeams, and stars, A blind man’s dreams, a five-legged dog’s memoirs.
Blind man, five-legged dog, sittin’ at a seven-legged table, Life’s a crazy carnival, and they’re the main fable. Benny’s got the flow, Lucky’s got the bark, Together they’re unstoppable, lighting up the dark.
One day, Benny tripped over a loose brick, Lucky caught him mid-fall, their bond thick. They laughed it off, Benny said, “Lucky, my friend, We’re a cosmic glitch, a wild twist in the end.”
Blind man, five-legged dog, sittin’ at a seven-legged table, Life’s a crazy carnival, and they’re the main fable. Benny’s got the flow, Lucky’s got the bark, Together they’re unstoppable, lighting up the dark.
So next time you see a blind man and his mutant pup, Remember Benny and Lucky, never giving up. They taught us life’s a rap battle, and love’s the key, Blind man, five-legged dog, forever wild and free
Lucky had swagger, five legs movin’ like a dance, Benny dropped bars, took a chance, enhanced. They rolled through the city, Benny’s shades on tight, Lucky’s tail waggin’, they owned the neon night.
Benny whispered secrets to Lucky’s floppy ear, About stars, moon pies, and the meaning of fear. Lucky barked back, “Yo, Benny, we’re cosmic freaks, Five legs, seven legs, we’re the universe’s leaks.”
Blind man, five-legged dog, sittin’ at a seven-legged table, Life’s a crazy carnival, and they’re the main fable. Benny’s got the flow, Lucky’s got the bark, Together they’re unstoppable, lighting up the dark.
They battled rival crews, the “Four-Eyed Crows,” Lucky growled, Benny rhymed, stole the show. Benny’s shades hid tears, Lucky licked 'em away, They were more than a duo; they were a cosmic display.
Lucky’s fifth leg tapped Morse code on the floor, Benny translated: “We’re legends, forevermore.” They spit fire in rhyme battles, left jaws agape, Blind man, mutant dog, rewriting fate’s tape.
Blind man, five-legged dog, sittin’ at a seven-legged table, Life’s a crazy carnival, and they’re the main fable. Benny’s got the flow, Lucky’s got the bark, Together they’re unstoppable, lighting up the dark.
One day, Benny whispered, “Lucky, my friend, We’re like jazz notes in a cosmic blend. Blindness ain’t a curse; it’s a secret key, Unlocking the universe, setting us free.”
Blind man, five-legged dog, sittin’ at a seven-legged table, Life’s a crazy carnival, and they’re the main fable. Benny’s got the flow, Lucky’s got the bark, Together they’re unstoppable, lighting up the dark.
So next time you see a blind man and his mutant pup, Remember Benny and Lucky, never giving up. They taught us life’s a rap battle, and love’s the key, Blind man, five-legged dog, forever wild and free.
Imagine them now,
Sitting at a round table,
with 5 corners and 8 legs.
The table running off like a spider.
Leaving benny and Lucky to be,
A happy old chappy,
And a skippy low rider!
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James Bevan Poem
As time’s gentle hands sweep past the years’ embrace,
One shy of a century,
a regal gain,
The King’s gift should grace your noble face,
For ninety-nine lives,
Ursula's passions remain.
In verdant gardens,
your green fingers play,
Cultivating life,
with tender care,
Amongst the blooms,
in nature’s grand array,
God’s guiding hand,
a constant love so rare.
Your faith,
a steadfast compass,
true and bright,
Has charted paths through every season’s span,
With every dawn,
you’ve followed Heaven’s light,
In His grand plan,
you’ve lived life’s master plan.
Through years of sunshine, and gentle rain’s caress,
Your wisdom grew,
in life’s sweet process.
With every trial,
you’ve shown resilience’s grace,
A beacon of hope in every space.
In the garden of God, a flower you’ve grown,
A bloom of beauty, with roots deeply sown.
Petals of wisdom,
in faith’s gentle sway,
In your godly garden, forever you’ll stay.
Now nearing a century,
your wisdom unfurled,
Each year a jewel,
your story's pearls,
In life's vast garden,
you’ve blossomed,
swirled,
A testament of grace in this world.
So here’s to you,
Ursula,
with wisdom’s crown unfurled,
A queen of gardens,
and this earthly world.
Happy 99th birthday to the incredible Ursula!
May her 100th year be even more grand and joyfully celebrated!
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James Bevan Poem
I know I’m dying,
we all are,
that’s life’s game,
But mine’s sped up by cancer,
it’s not the same.
Don’t worry,
Liz,
everything’s gonna be alright,
See,
I’ll be here ‘til I’m 85,
or until my last goodnight.
Set your worry shackles free,
believe in what’s to be,
A future bright and hopeful,
just you and me.
We’ll light the sky with vibes,
full of love and fluffy things,
No cash promises,
but I'll bring what love brings.
Forever your shield,
always your knight,
Wine and dine,
Whatever the night.
Taking us places our hearts never seen,
Living life large,
no in-between.
Sail with me to lands unknown,
Traverse the world,
make it our own.
Set our wings free,
break every chain,
In this crazy game of life,
we’ll never be the same.
Filled with memories,
joy on blast,
Together,
babe,
we’ll make it last.
With passion’s fire,
we’ll light the night,
In each other’s arms,
holding tight.
The world’s our stage,
love’s our play,
We’ll rock this life,
come what may.
Feel the heat,
my love,
let’s ignite,
In your embrace,
everything’s right.
Through every storm,
through every fight,
With you,
my love,
life’s pure delight!
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James Bevan Poem
What would you do?
If it wasn't for my Partner and kids,
My Mates and family too,
I'd be up the creek without a paddle,
Literally,
What would I do?
How would we go about things alone?
So many wrong choices that we'd choose.
We'd have neigh on no advice,
Through any situation,
To help us get through.
Who'd be there for us,
To open up and talk to?
I really don't know what i'd do.
Especially when strangers,
you dont know are true.
If it wasn't for yours,
What would 'you' do?
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I met this stranger the other day....
I met a stranger just the other day,
Wandering the halls,
in a hospital’s way.
My mind was spinning,
feeling so low,
But this kind soul made my troubles go.
Gave me comfort with a heart of gold,
Words like magic,
warmed me from the cold.
Cheered me up,
just bein' kind,
An hour late ‘cause I was cryin’,
lost in my mind.
Kindness can surprise,
catch you unaware,
But let it in,
if their soul’s laid bare.
This stranger helped me in the night,
Their kindness a beacon,
shining bright.
I’m in a happy love,
with feelings so true,
Talkin’ ‘bout my loved ones,
tears just flew.
Their love and support,
my solid ground,
But speakin' of them,
tears came down.
Sometimes you need someone when you're feelin’ low,
A soul to lift you up,
let your spirit glow.
This stranger gave an hour,
showin' they cared,
Listenin' to my story,
knowin' they were there.
No matter the sex,
male or female,
Who cares about labels,
let them prevail.
If they’ve got a good soul,
that's what counts,
Inside is where true worth mounts.
Even bought my book,
'Fate is Inexorable, Fighter Mode',
Such a big heart,
on this heavy road.
Hope we meet again,
not to be estranged,
This stranger’s kindness,
my thoughts rearranged.
So there I was,
jarred back,
feelin' pain,
Stranger came out to the pourin' rain.
Asked if I was okay,
seemed surreal,
I was thinkin' the same,
in a dream so real.
Met this stranger just the other day,
Helped me out,
listened to what I had to say.
I spoke incoherently,
they stayed true,
Hung on every word,
before we said adieu.
Unexpected moments,
caught me off guard,
Hate cryin' in front of folks,
it’s so hard.
In my wheelchair,
feelin' three feet tall,
Talkin’ to a stranger,
emotions did fall.
As we parted ways,
I felt a glow,
A stranger's kindness,
now I know.
In a world so cold,
they brought the heat,
With their big heart,
made me feel complete.
Thank you,
stranger,
for the time you gave,
Your kindness and care,
the way you stayed.
In this life’s journey,
we crossed paths,
Now my heart feels the warmth that lasts.
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James Bevan Poem
Life is....
Life is to live,
To make something of ourselves if we can.
Then to relinquish it all to the past.
As to live is also to die.
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What would I tell my 19-year-old self?
At nineteen, standing at the cliff's edge,
News hit me hard, a storm in my head.
Reached out for a lifeline, asked, "Which way to tread?"
They said, "Return to your roots, keep it simple, don't dread."
Reflecting back on those days of rain,
Didn't know the dance, the length of pain’s reign.
Empty pockets, no dreams of fame,
Cancer's a thief, life’s its claim.
In hindsight, a scared little sapling alone,
Lost in the forest, joy overthrown.
How to find happiness, with shadows in the air?
Doctor’s words like daggers, slicing my despair.
Blank canvas, no ink, jokes my sanity's shell,
Cotton mouth moments, fighting through hell.
Playing the rock, while tears were the sea,
Family and friends, waves crashing on me.
Laughing on the outside, dying within,
More hours than a clock, no time to spin.
Why pen these lines, what's the reason here?
Maybe to tell the young me, to fight the fear.
Loved who I became, my soul’s true song,
No one can steal that, my pride stands strong.
Strength, will, and fire, never to quell,
Even when the abyss whispers its spell.
Lessons learned from my cancerous strife,
Wanting others to find more beautiful life.
Not stuck in the past, where memories replay,
Live in the present, bright on display.
24 years of dueling this demon,
Dream of peace, family time, and real emotions.
Not waiting for cancer’s push and shove,
Feeling the warmth of pure, undying love.
But the beast doesn’t know, I’m here to stay,
Standing tall, bearing weight, come what may.
What would I say to my younger shade?
Chef dreams aside, a new path laid.
Learn anew, where creativity flows,
Sitting and dreaming, where passion grows.
So, younger me, listen well, here’s the script,
Drop the vices, let healing rip.
Natural paths to thrive and bloom,
Longevity’s kiss, a spark that consumes.
Try ayahuasca, dive deep and uncover,
In the trippy world, secrets recover.
Find your truth, let the mind unfurl,
In this life’s journey, discover your world.
Stay proactive, with a plan in your grasp,
Adapt to change, make your stand last.
Herbal whispers, a reaction so fine,
It’s time to be destructive, counter the line.
Life’s what you craft, stay positive, not blue,
Grow into me, with a family too.
Partners and children, joy everlasting,
Live strong and bold, your legacy casting.
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I've got.....
I've got skin cancer,
bone cancer,
lung cancer too,
I won't ever let it beat me,
if it's the last thing I do.
It'll never define me,
there till my life is due,
Holding on to days new grown,
finally like my future's shown.
Looking back at my life,
I take from it what is good,
Separate from the past,
living in my cancer's hood.
At just 16,
my body felt depraved of what I knew it would,
Taking different foods,
just not the one I should.
Made to feel ashamed,
of the bud,
the leaf,
the wood,
Although they are my saviour,
I nearly died, cos' of bad behaviour.
I was sent away,
for 2 months,
way back then,
Taken away,
from all my brethren.
In the hood of cancer,
I stand tall,
Fighting every day,
I won't fall.
Through the pain and the lies,
I rise,
With every breath,
I defy the skies.
Looking back at my life,
I take from it what is good,
Separate from the past,
living in my cancer's hood.
At just 16,
my body felt depraved of what I knew it would,
Taking different foods,
just not the one I should.
I've got skin cancer,
bone cancer,
lung cancer too,
But I'll never let it beat me,
if it's the last thing I do.
In the hood of cancer,
I stand tall,
Fighting every day,
I know I won't fall!
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Without my partner, our kids, mates, and family,
I'd be lost, adrift, no direction.
Literally up the creek without a paddle.
What would I do?
How would we navigate alone?
So many wrong choices we'd inevitably make.
No advice to steer us through life's storms,
No support in moments of doubt.
Who'd be there to listen,
To offer a shoulder, a kind word?
It's hard to fathom,
How I'd manage without that network.
Especially when strangers are just that,
Unknown, uncertain.
Without yours,
What would you do?
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