Yorkie

I want to be with you
In the rays of the morning sun
Us and nature
We walk and run

You’ll be in front
So I can admire the view
Lithe and tight
Every sinew

Exuding excellence
Dream of your taste
God I want you
Above and below the waist

Kindred spirit
At first neither believed
This will build
Until we are both relieved

Could be one sided
I’m always one to doubt
Wrap yourself around me
Whisper louder than a shout

Mark Scotchford © 02/05/2017

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Equals

Even with nothing
Being the one to serve
Can’t help thinking
You’ll get all you deserve.

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Legacy

They know you’re great
Only when you’re gone
Fight over your words
Sentiment & song

Now always on the radio
Alive never got aired
Too old for their audience
Who the hell cared?

Music that matters
Never worry what they say
Still making a very little
Go a very long way

Always have an audience
Your words cannot die
Played for years to come
Never say goodbye

Not around anymore
Words and spirit
Sets us free
With raised arms singing your songs
What a legacy

Mark Scotchford © 08/03/2017

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Penny Black

I knew a woman
That could have been
Her name
A stamp and watermark
We are all the same

An indelible print
Or friend and forget?
At the slot machine
Some place a bet

Couples together
Lad’s by the bar
One treating himself
Three pointed star

Talking about work
Women, politics, and sport
Man watching on his own
Penny for a thought?

An eclectic mix
Could be the world in one pub
Relish it all
So here is the rub

Can change what we want
Be happy, strong, and seek
Not just a Penny Black
All are unique

Mark Scotchford © 04/03/2017

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The Running Horse

The running horse
Speed and elegance
Without force
Symmetry and beauty
Complete the course
The running horse

The Unicorn
Brass ornament on display
Or your dreams born
The life left behind
Still mourn
The Unicorn

The steeplechase
Want to leave
Still drawn to this place
Could go now
Bequeath a trace
All together now
The steeplechase

The final sprint
Eyes closing
Still a glint
At full stretch
Could drop a hint
The steam of sweat
The final sprint

Mark Scotchford © 03/03/2017

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Valenmine

There is no excuse
Even that sounds lame
Waste of your time?
Wasn’t a game

Cannot decipher
Twisted metaphor
High as a kite
Crash to the floor

Thought about the efforts
The sacrifice
Bending over backwards
Trying to play nice

Every dot dotted
All the t’s crossed
Looking ahead
Already lost

Dinner reservation
Flowers expected
Recoil from expectation
Hidden truths protected

Conform to the norm
One of the nights we show
Some might say yes
Other’s lord no

Salute all who take part
Valentine for the free
Prices are doubled
Worth the sentimentality

Mark Scotchford © 15/02/2017

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A Child Trapped in a President’s Body

Let me start by stating I know we have our problems in England. One of the traits of the English, in general is to be abundantly arrogant, and this really annoys me. Something demonstrated rather disgustingly adeptly recently by an abhorrently ghastly snobby little young yob setting fire to a twenty pound note in front of a homeless person. I will write about this in another article but for now, with the English arrogance and our other many problems set to one side, let’s talk about America.

I know I am not American, and have never lived in America, or in fact ever been there, but it is a place I’ve always wanted to visit, up until now. I just can’t go there at the moment. It isn’t because of work restrictions or other commitments because I don’t have any, it is because of who is America’s current President.

You would think my predicament of never having been to America would make it rather impossible for me to have an opinion on it but alas, I’m going to have one. No doubt, millions would disagree but Barack Obama in my rose tinted view has been an incredible President. I didn’t like it when he started meddling in England affairs saying famously we “would be at the back of the queue” when it comes to trade agreements but aside from that, I think he has been great. Like I say, I am uneducated when it comes to what he has achieved, but I can see what he set out to do. There are many good things he wanted to do, and would have done, had it not been for the Senate and Congress. Health care and gun law reform were two worthwhile pursuits and would have had a positive outcome for America I am sure.

A couple of things I can comment on though, which do not require me to have a better understanding of American policy before I do is Barack’s demeanour, his aura, his personality.

He seems to be a thoroughly lovely chap, a really nice guy, who was trying to do well and make America a better place. Yes, some say he was a “soft” President and wasn’t tough enough in many decisions but he showed compassion, consideration, intellect, and a measured, proportionate response to most situations. In summary, he was Presidential whilst in office and appears charismatic and humbling out of it.

Whilst President he filed 276 Federal Executive Orders, that is an average of 34 a year. One of his first was called “Ensuring Lawful Interrogations.” This was swiftly followed by another, to dissolve the existence of Guantanamo Bay detention camp. In my view, these were very tough calls, but he still did them, and they signalled a new direction for the Country and a statement for his Presidency.

By contrast, Donald Trump has made 12 in 23 days. The first being to repeal “Obamacare”, and the third relating to Border Security and Immigration Enforcement. Do you know what the worst part of his presidency is for an onlooker to observe? It’s his behaviour, it is the way he has been throughout the whole campaign, and no doubt his whole life, and now, unfortunately his presidency.

Look at what he said throughout the campaign. It was all pantomime, almost all bravado, and a caricature of how someone should be. It was all a show to him. He incited violence and hate. He called upon voters to shoot Hilary Clinton, he stated categorically that Barack Obama Founded ISIS and for god’s sake, he was still elected. How? Why? Whenever things don’t go his way he has two default responses. They are either to bleat that things “aren’t fair” or to bully whoever or whatever has incensed him.

Look at the way he signs those Executive Orders. He doesn’t sign them like a President. He signs them as if he is a child in class who has all the sweets to himself. He has this smug, childish sense of “I won” all about his face. He reminds me of a six year old who just cannot contain his own glee at beating the other children in his class. That’s almost endearing to see in a six year old but to see a President behave like that, well it is just….. Oh, it’s horrible.

Here at home in England, we all would do well to remind ourselves we are supposed to live in a United Kingdom. For Donald Trump, someone has to remind him he is supposed to live in the UNITED States of America. Yes, Donald, that word is united, not divided.

Mark Scotchford © 11/02/2017

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