A Poem about the modern environment

Let’s go enviro-mental,

and break the status quo,

our attitude to waste,

really needs to go.

So at odd’s with common sense,

hypocritical it’s true,

send so much waste to landfill,

it poisons me and you.

The sea, the air the rivers,

all bear the human mark,

best we start to clean up,

before Earth gives us the sack!

Freedom on the open road

A poem about Motorcycling

Freedom and speed on the open road,

v-twin underneath me growling for more.

Motorcycling its my passion,

never goes out of fashion.

The speed and adrenaline pushing me on,

the ultimate high on black roads, under blue sky.

If one day it should come to an end,

through old age or excitement in a fast sweeping bend.

I’ll know I lived a life as full as can be,

yes motorcycling is the lifestyle for me.

Lost in Music

A poem about Music and Humanity

Music a gift as old as the hills,

pots and pans and spoons we use,

children make music with any excuse.

As children grow up we listen some more,

rock music, pop music, jazz and more,

so many genres to explore and enjoy.

We move into our teens and explore it some more,

get lost in music, culture, fashion and more,

all while building our lives soundtrack.

Then it’s out into adulthood and it changes once again,

different music added and we go get lost some more,

then eventually as we get older, we go back to what we know,

rewind the soundtrack and replay our youth,

a lifetime lost in music, what a wonderful truth.

The power of the sea

A poem about the sea

A shimmering mirror,

a powerful force,

mother natures pride,

in blue, green and gray.

Calm and friendly one minute,

a raging storm the next,

every hour exciting,

who knows what she will bring next.

Those who understand her,

know respect and fear,

such a powerful force,

mixed with beauty and freedom.

A hot day in the tropics,

or a storm in the cold North sea,

both have a beauty and calmness,

that can only be found at sea.

Never stop respecting,

a calm sea never made skilled sailor,

spend some time there and you’ll know why!

My old friend jet lag

A poem about long haul travel

Zones in time,

there’s 37,

that’s just fine.

Jet lag, Jet lag, Jet lag,

your the villain of the skies

downside of travel I despise.

Each time zone is a blessing,

taken one by one each day,

but when jumped by aero plane,

the effects are here to stay.

Jet lag, Jet lag, Jet lag,

your the villain of the skies

downside of travel I despise.

There are ways to beat him,

I have to say that’s true,

but when you long haul travel,

jet lag’s waiting there for you!


A poem about the world

Time is a friend,

from the beginning to the end,

sometimes slow, sometimes fast,

a companion to the last.

Through the ups,

through the downs,

clock face moving round and round.

It’s a constant you can’t chase,

take it’s value from watch face,

creation of the human race.

Whether rich or poor,

time comes marching through the door,

you can’t stop it’s constant march,

life’s a blast but not meant to last.