The Yorkshire Man

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Everyone looks forward to making memories together

Come rain, come shine, whatever the weather

But sometimes, it doesn’t work out as we’ve planned

And the cards we’ve been dealt, are not the hand

We’ve assumed the path, our lives will take

And all our ideas, we may have to forsake

And we walk to road, that none would chose

When delivered a diagnosis, with the news

That one has a condition, that will change everything

With the pain and heartache and the tears it will bring

For this courageous man, I write these words

Whose love for his family, flies as high as the birds

With determination to never give in

And against all odds, he’s resolved to win

He’s a man from Yorkshire, who’s fighting a disease

That’s robbing his movement and his voice, it will seize

But with his strength of purpose, he remains steadfast

To fight this condition, he did not forecast

He knows he is already, losing his voice

So using technology, has become his choice

To preserve, how he sounds, for his girls and his wife

To remember him by, when he no longer has life

As one’s voice is as unique, as one’s face

He’s decided to record and to embrace

The help of thirty voices, that sound like his own

With its modulation, its rhythm and its tone

By moving his eyes and the use of infrared

He can spell out his words, which the computer speaks instead

But the beauty of this ability, is he keeps his identity

And doesn’t sound like a synthesized, generic non-entity

A preprogrammed voice, would just not be him

It would confuse his girls, which would be grim

So this machine makes all the difference in the world

For himself and his wife, but especially his girls

Diagnosed with MND, the cruelest disease

However much one prays, however much one pleas

It relentlessly progresses, as it steals one’s health

And carries on robbing, with its insidious stealth

But this concentrated man, has focused his mind

To not be its victim and has not resigned

Himself to be stopped in doing all the things

That makes him happy, that life brings

From zip wire and to driving, a Formula One

And flying a microlight, just had to be done

And tackling the terrain of the Yorkshire Moor

In his electric wheelchair, 4 x 4

He wants to make others more aware

Of this disorder, that’s so unfair

Six people in the UK, are diagnosed each day

And a third of these, in a year it will slay

So my thoughts and praise are with this man

Who against all odds, does what he can

Whilst he battles with this beast, he can’t control

But to enjoy every moment, now is his goal

I speak because I witnessed my father fight

This dreadful disease, with all his might

More money must be found, for a cure

So we all can be really sure

That this beast can be controlled

Before more stories like this, will be told.


Severing our ties

Triggering Article 5050

The road ahead for Britain’s unclear

The domino effect we may trigger they fear

For other nations to open the door

No State has left the Union before

So we’ll have a hard time, as we’ve betrayed

Our agreement with them, but our deals in trade

May come after talks with America and Japan

Australia and others, which is the plan

So whilst we have hopes, we also have fears

That the agreements we make, will take many years

Untying the UK, is the easy bit

The future’s uncertain, you’ve got to admit

So whilst Brussels tries to hold the project together

We’re breaking our ties and starting to sever

And forging ourselves a brand new identity

And the world sees us, as a separate identity

But we cannot have talks, with other nations

And agree our trade deals, to build new foundations

These conversations, will not be allowed

Until such time, we’re no longer part of the crowd

Free movement and control of migration

Is one of the reasons why this small nation

Voted for Brexit and controlling our borders

And not having to listen to Brussel’s orders

But Britain doesn’t have a written constitution

Leaving the Government free to decide the solution

Without asking the public, there’s the air of hypocrisy

It’s a matter of old fashioned, British democracy

Going back on our promise, will have repercussions

They’ll be many talks and many discussions

Before Britain’s exposed to more globalization

To reap any benefits for our nation.

So MPs have agreed, to set in motion

Article 50, without any notion

Of the time it may take, to work things through

They voted to trigger, without a real clue

Many may wish, that Britain had stayed

And many will be nervous and may be afraid

It’s a one way street, there’s no turning back

So let’s all hope, we’re on the right track

So do we want to be like Singapore

A global trading hub the Rights will adore

And will Brexit be Thatcher’s revenge

One way or another, we’ll know in the end.

The Day Trump Met May

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Smiled as he confirmed their future trade deals

‘We’ll work it out together, both me and you

There really is life, outside the EU.’

‘We will strengthen our special connection

And the world will see our unique affection

We can pride ourselves on our ethics and morals

We won’t just sit back on our laurels.’

‘I am a people person, I think you are too

Let’s show them all, what we can do

The world can watch, as we work things out

And Brexit’s just great, I have no doubt.’

Brexit will be wonderful, for your nation

And your people will forget their frustration

When they watch the new Maggie and Ron

And your days of uncertainty, will be gone.’

‘I know that the UK’s economically unsound

And leaving the EU, will weaken your pound

Negotiating from a position of weakness

But I still love the UK and its uniqueness.’

‘I do support Nato, one hundred percent

But I still think too much money’s been spent

And the distribution of costs, really must change

I mean we’re actually supporting Ukraine.’

‘I believe that torture, absolutely works

Discouraging evil, from where it lurks

We should all fight, fire with fire

Otherwise the consequences will be dire.’

‘I love Mexico and I love its folk

And I’m really a decent kind of bloke

But we’ll continue to build our beautiful wall

Impenetrable, powerful and incredibly tall.’

They then shook hands, by Churchill’s bust

‘It’s only proper and fair and just

To reinstate it, in its rightful place,’

He said with a grin upon his face.

He then extended to her, his hand

For all to see throughout the land

The special relationship, so talked about

But the UK’s media, all started to shout..

‘Has Theresa become Trump’s Trojan horse

And Britain’s now only real recourse

Is to listen to the words, of a changeable man

Or is Theresa, Donald’s most favourite fan?’

‘You must come and visit our Queen’

She said, as he agreed with a beam

‘We must define our roles in the world.’

And their fingers remained tightly curled.

Has Theresa reduced her bargaining power

Let’s hope their relationship, doesn’t go sour

Or did she just want to be seen as nice

Maybe she did, but at what price.

‘They’ll be times we disagree’ she fawned

He tucked his speech in his pocket and yawned

He was bored, this mercurial man

With his somewhat short, attention span.

Does Britain look desperate, on the world stage

Or did we in fact manage to gauge

The measure of the White House’s new resident

The leader of the free worlds, forty fifth president.

Waves of Plastic

waveYou’ve finished your meal, the food was fantastic
With fish in its sauce, along with the plastic
Your plate is now empty, which you move to one side
It was catch of the day, just in with the tide.

Marine animals often mistake plastic for food
As they swim in the water, it could be viewed
As plankton, or weeds, or shoals of small fish
But its micro-beads and bags, a real toxic dish

Over 400 years, these plastics can last
How short our wasteful lives in contrast
This poisonous waste taints the sea floor
And can rise on the currents and come home ashore

From shampoos and shower gels and whitening toothpaste
And cleansers and makeup, contribute to waste
In this throwaway world of ours, the list just goes on
Won’t we take notice, until our sea life has gone

Less than five percent of plastics, are recycled worldwide
This is the reality, of which we can’t hide
Our single use bottles and packaging litter
Should disgrace us completely and make us feel bitter

Whilst we watch it all, spiral out of control
Do none of us think that mankind has a role
To stop this pollution, before it reaches the sea
Recycling and re-using, just could be a key

And now we are finding it’s in our food chain
Will it affect our organs, our health and our brain
Toxicity comes from mercury, cadmium and lead
Causing birth defects, cancers, it’s got to be said

So as individuals, what part can we play
As we reportedly use a half pound every day
We have to be willing, to look past our denial
And for our environment, we need to stand trial

We could use our bottles, more than one time
Which in itself, is a disgrace and a crime
So let’s be responsible and not make a fuss
Otherwise our negligence, will come back to haunt us.

My Ode to Climate Change..

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We watch as they collapse before our eyes
Melting fast, beneath the skies
The ancient glaciers rapid retreat
‘Nothing to do with us’ we bleat.

In the greenhouse of our making
The rise in temperature is breathtaking
Deforestation, continues fast
Arctic sea ice, will not last.

Coastal towns, will migrate
As waters rise, that will not wait
Our coral reefs require sunlight
With deeper waters, their future’s not bright

Marine species may become extinct
And the world has changed before we’ve blinked
Polar bears will lose their domain
And search for food in this new terrain

Glaciers weight puts pressure on rock
And as they melt, they will unlock
Tectonic plates, now free to slide
Their massive bulk will collide

The friction then will cause earthquakes
And volcanic eruption and magma flakes
And molten lava will spew high
And ash will rain down from the sky.

So for our future, we must make haste
And turn off our lights and reduce our waste
And support the development, of all things renewable
Surely this has to be so very doable.