Dear Poets

I hope you are all well

And that those of you who publish

Are seeing sales of your books swell

And those of you who poem slam

Are slamming with success

And the audience you slam at

Feel your words their ears caress

And those of you who blog

I hope your followers increase

Dear poets, please continue

Don’t creative writing cease

As your words are inspirational  

You life affirm endorse  

Each verse so full of meaning

A creative tour de force

Yours sincerely

Jules Bike


I envy all you write

And your creativity

And how you always say so much

With crafted brevity

And as I’m somewhat lacking

May I ask repectfully   

If you have spare inspiration

Could you leave it here for me

Thank you 

The Dark Age

The existance of rainbows has been denied

The seven arced colours outlawed

Richard of York gave battle in vein

The dark age has been restored

All prisms must be re-angled

Light splitting has been outlawed

Monochrome is only permitted

The dark age has been restored

And to stop the occurance of rainbows

Refraction has been outlawed

Mother Nature arrested

The dark age has been restored

So now we can’t be corrupted

As rainbows have been outlawed

And soon the next ban will protect us

The dark age has been restored

Middle Class

Garnished fruit glazed to a shine

The lunchtime chat is asinine

Rudimentary its content

Words concurred will ferment

To their meaning used cliché

Welcome to a middle class day

Lined lawns of corporate cars

Envied silicon cupped in bras

Botoxed lines they perform

To their class they conform

Their one opinion is the way

Welcome to a middle class day

Box-set watched on widescreen

The chitter chatter middle class scene

Of little pilled all life crisis

The middle class live like this

In middle road amid belief

The middle class confirmed motif

To middle class never stray

Welcome to my middle class day

How the man Became

Unfriendly in his manner

Lack of interest he projects

For your every he cares nothing

His aloofness he protects

By unfeeling any feeling

By resisting empathy

By sub-zeroing his demenour

He’s become emotion free

Could the blame be his upbringing

He was seen but never heard

Or the un-care from caregivers

Who their parents just observed

Or on all the reasoned reasons

For how the man became

The man who is an island

Now buried with the shame

He did the same to his own son

Who to his son did the same  


A Fairy Tale

Once upon a time

Not that long ago

Three fairy tales got mixed up

In a fairy tale trio

Of storylined confusion

As three plot progressions clashed

And to add to this confusion

Three dashing prince’s dashed

From one tale to another

From familiar to unknown

Trying to dragon/witch/giant introduction

To this trio’d tale postpone

But failing in their quest

To restore their own tales flow

After rescuing/waking/unspelling each other

Three sweet maidens had a go

And depite each tales description

Of three damsels in distress

These head screwed on princesses

Soon resolved this trio’d mess

And the trio’d became a trio

Of familiar fairy tales

Of the gendered expections

Inflicted on females

So to end these expections

To change this paradigm

To have a happy ever after

We need a

Once upon a time