Art Gallery

This is where most of my Art is hidden
https://artavita.com/artists/8074-arbemo

now where is that tenner I hid?

The Invisible Hero

I am the invisible hero, the one they cannot beat

Donning breeches and doublet we join forces

to stand as the kings cavaliers, we will drive

Bonnie Prince back to the Scots after just three hours

I am the invisible hero, the one kids avoid

skulking into mischief around the pool

they sink to the depths till they run out of breath

Then I dive in and bring them back from danger

I am the invisible hero, the one they did not need

they changed the rules, tried to make us look fools

Said they did not need me any longer, no pay

That cut like a knife, no for them reason for strife

I am the invisible hero, who helps others to draw

With charcoal and brown paper, feathers and leather

I show others how easy it is to create a scene

It's so peaceful to scribe and bring memories back to life

I am the invisible hero, who got dealt a bitter stroke

A surprise I'll tell you, slowed me down, made me weak

Took me on a journey, I did not want to complete

But I battled that devil, I wont accept his defeat

I am the invisible hero, I don't make much noise

Sat in the corner, talking to friends, sketching away

But when you need a friend to fight alongside

I'll spring straight into action and help save the day

For my hero and very dear friend Dave Morley

On The Street

See that guy sitting there on the edge of street

begging for spare change, something to eat

People shying away too embarrassed to look

Pretending that they really don't give a – damn

Its easy to judge, why would he let himself end up like that,

not looking shabby, maybe needing a bath, a change, a meal

He's more embarrassed than you are, remembers it well

He knows the reason that he sent himself to hell

The shouts and accusations, the things you can't take back

the months of anguish and silent moments you wish you knew

how it would end, before it was too late, no help offered

No advice given, till its too late, pack your bags mate

Situation untenable, home no longer yours, take off

where to go, how to cope, oh look it's snowing!

November not kind, will anyone care, how do I do this

Live the next minute or hour, let alone a day

Not short of money, that's not the big issue, what you looking at

Too smartly dressed to sit in a doorway, nursing a holdall

Is he drunk or on drugs, been stealing or dealing

Now who's ashamed to look me in the eye comrade?

You can shelter tonight, have hot food sleep till morning

be out by eight, we can't be reponsible for you here

Don't come back till eleven and don't be drunk or drugged

You're in the corner on the floor try not to get mugged

Hug myself to sleep in a daze, dream of warmth and comforts

so far away now, a woman to cuddle and share the thought

Need a shower, not today, you have to be booked in

Maybe Wednesday, or Thursday, if we can fit you in

Despair becomes normal, a state of mind frozen in

just like my bones, am I getting that old already

Think of others in far places, always one worse off than me

They cope with horrors while we fight about bills

Don't know about God or a guardian angel

my phone rings, got you a place, better than the street

Share with some others, a hostel, warm and safe

Get your head together, it all happens so fast

Many more steps, I had to take. Watched over somehow

People work to help me sort out my life, I'm helpless

Trust these strangers, mind your valuables, clean your plate

Dont get too cosy, its just for a while, always changing

Don't worry mate, it does get better, despite what you think

How would you know? Well that was me for a while

Have some change get some food and smile, because

There is a light at the end of the tunnel cos I found it....

Who am I ?

Don't care for hate or envy, they take my energy away,

Can't abide intolerance, I am sure that we are all equal.

Try not to hurt people or animals, I'll help when I can,

Ache to see you smile and succeed, so that I can smile too.

Listen to what you have to say, even when you scream or shout,

I am not immune to not being heard, and often misunderstood.

Don't care how you dress, how much money you have,

What music you listen to, or food you eat, how you express your faith.

A woman, a man, makes no odds both just as impressive,

They are equally capable of winning a hard challenge.

Whether I see you once a year or everyday you're still my friend,

Won't talk behind your back, or take your reputation for my own.

Learn from your mistakes, don't bring them along for the ride,

treat others well no matter what they've said and done.

Spread no nasty rumours, or talk behind others backs,

Protect each other or be prepared to pay a big price

Pray to stop wars, cure diseases, feed the world, stop poverty,

Home those on the streets, don't judge till you have tried that.

Lets all work together, give each one of us a chance to shine,

And teach and encourage them to be the best that they can be.

We are all one family, fragile and mortal at the end of the day,

Don't waste mother earth and the things that she gave away.

There is a thing we all need today, not an instant cure, but a hope,

If you can be who I am too, there's plenty for all, for I am love.

What a life

Mums with six kids fighting for attention,

people drinking lager on the street for breakfast

what you looking at, can you spare some change

I wish I could afford to drink, maybe next time

A girl on a bike, tweeting, drinking coffee as she rides

got a kid on the crossbar, last time she looked anyway.

Heroine addicts queuing up for their Methodone,

kill or cure, that's what the man said, both numb the pain

Got no food, too expensive, with mobile and Sky,

Want a holiday soon, is it too much to expect to fly?

Drive too fast not enough time, too much traffic for me

Have to work for the man, pay the mortgage you see

Don't want reality, I'll watch some TV instead,

try to get on X-Factor make a fortune from mugs

I'll be a big star, famous for nothing but being glossy

Be a Kardashian, marry some rapper, get a big house

Buy more cars, more jewellery, get my boobs done,

sell out to the press, get my fifteen minutes extended

End up in rehab, maybe write my biography while there

Who know I might live long enough, to make a change

See the values I must have missed the first time around

make some real friends, give something 'stead of asking

I could help someone when they hold out a hand

believe in something more solid than the pound

Not judge so fast, make less comparison, to imagine

that perfection is something you can order on Harley St

The best thing about myself is that I can change

what I believe in, see the world differently, I hope

It's all clearer now, without going to Specsavers

that the things I should value are called friends

Who cared even when I didn't listen to them speak

and welcome me back with smiles and hugs

What a life!

Sitting here

Sitting in a pub chewing Wi-Fi

Talking to a friend I'll never meet

Discussing local politics

Full of despair and deceit

Looking at a lady smiling at me

not the sort of smile I wanted

I crawl back into my head

it's safer in here I think

Have another drink my friend?

Might lessen the pain a little

Incessant football chanting

It's only a game my friend

The game isn't football really

It's life and all that's in it

A human factor, a tribe

why are we so afraid?

Doom and gloom for breakfast

warm and dry and cosy but still lonely

Another day blooms pink and blue

think I'll go for a walk, I smile

People shopping in a rush

kids screaming, I want that Mum

Too expensive, maybe later

Get in the car son, or we'll be late

I cross a road, is that symbolic?

out into fields, tall trees, flowers blooming

River runs relentless looking for the sea

birds call out, look at that guy down there...

Poetry Reflected

Poetry does not have to rhyme

In fact mine doesn't most of the time

It's just some words that come out

Hope you don't scream and shout

It's not important if you agree or not

I'm not offended if you don't give attention

It's good for the soul to scrawl my thoughts

Puts life into perspective, takes care of it all

A smile a giggle, all the same to me

Passes some minutes, tells you about me

So what's the point of this spewing of mine

Not so much really, could you scribe such lines?

Enjoy the words, phrases, pace and inflection

Take part in my introspective, poetry-reflection

I'm not singing about Roses or romance

I don't want to break hearts or leap into dance

I want to share that prose is not dead yet

So long as there is passion and ideas in my head

I'm painting a picture just using words and letters

It's abstract and impressionist, but its not a best seller

It's simple, to the point, concise in it's mission

So please forgive me if you think there's an omission

It should stand by itself, no need to contribute more

Not very political, or controversial, that's for sure

Just harmless fun, maybe even an irritation

Bathe in my words, take some inspiration

Try to write something down, not try to make sense

Show it too friends, they won't take offence

Construct a sentence, or two or four, then hit return

Soon you'll be flying to the end of the verse

Take random thoughts and ideas, mash them all together

The recipe for success is only to give it your best

Then you will see how much it fun can be

to share this moment and set yourself free

I could go on forever, now that I have started

but the chances are you will all have departed

Thanks for listening to my incessant ramblings

It's given me pleasure to make these happenings...

Time someone else, took over this mission

Enjoy your day and thank you for listening!