bla bla blah

There was once a loon.
with an egg and a spoon.
thought he was in the race


But ended up in outer space.
he traveled egg & spoon to hand.

And Landed on the moon.

he fancied a bit of muff.
and ended up with beery buff.

His name was harry huggins.
Who was always up for a mugging.

people thought what a plonker.

He turns and says "fuck off back to your willy wonker".

They kept at it "you prat".
What was that kit-kat.
paper hat.
Tin hat .
Top hat.
Trilby hat ?

Ok" your a proper prick".

you sure as ime no hampton wick.

Or was it kiss me quick .
Ah i see now you just want a sweet kiss

GOD

GOD.
Great out doors.

wondering aimlessly through rusthall common.

pissing hard with raine.

Enough to put the fire of hell out.

I sit on a bench under a tree.
And what beauty i see ?.

I am still under the tree.

soaked and pissed off at myself for drinking againe.
Just came out of detox to pick another one up.

I sit feeling sorry for myself.

Get up moore your bigger than this.

HU i wish.
LEAVE ME ALONE.

all i want is to sit here in the hard raine.

That i shall do.

Through the trees i catch something from the corner of my eye.

PROBABLY some loonitic just escaped section.

No it was 3 deers.

i keep as cool as i can be as i want to get to this beaty .
touch it feel it look it in the eye.

I start walking ime at the corner.
Feel like a peeping tom.

got to get these beatys on my phones camera.

I get as close as one can .

Fuck just as i was taking the pic they fled.
It was like watching bamby on the screen.

these deeers bouncing enjoying there own little world.

Off they go darting through the woodlands.

STRANGE i dont care about the raine i dont worry that ive relapsed.

I just keep thinking at what beaty i just saw.

You see to me god is the great out doors.

when ever ime with nature i feel as one like we have a bond. i feel safe and tranquil
Just like the day i saw three deers.
God bless

Russia

TO al the russion,germans,usa,and uk.
Thanks ever so much for viewing my poetry blog, please feel free to joine.
Thanks once againe.
kind regards.
k.moore

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Feal free.
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k.moore

The mother of all mothers & fathers

I would like to share what a wonderful women my mother is.
Most mothers off on there toes.
But mine stuck
with me through thick & thin.

The sins.
Of a child born by satan himself.

Mum please dont open the door .
The police are there.

waitng in anticipation.
To arrest me.

You hold your patience police man.

as you have to get past my mum first..

most of the time it never happend.
as my mum thought i cant let them take my boy away.

Fuck me it would break her heart, of which is hard to break.

THE life my mum has had to live is enough to make a so called hardend man weep.

I will be honest my child was taken from me because of my behaviour.
WHO comes to my rescue MUM..

Xmas 2009 lois my daughter is living with my mum,
An argument starts, i here from the living room .
mum crying.
i walk down the hall to mums bedroom.
tap the door.
"MUM ARE YOU OK".
Kenny i have something to tell you, but please dont go off the rails.
Mum was thinking i would go do something stupid.
which crossed my mind.
I will use this as an excuse to go get smashed.

Then my mum still sobbing.
LETS ME KNOW SHE HAS ?.

I imediatly think of when my mum gave everything up as i was wanted in the uk.
gave her house,evreything up and moved to ireland,
ime only in the country 3 months before being remanded for armed robbery.

Mum says "kenny please go back to england, what with your english accent you will be killed in there, THE JOY(MOUNT JOY PRISON)
I have a huge irish family.
NO worries getting bail out money together, so i fuck off back to england
get arrested in wales, taken to chatham in kent and remanded to elmley prison.

Mums straight over back to england to visit me make sure her boy is ok.

 I COP, 17 MONTHS FOR TWO SHOP BURGLERYS.

In the mean time mum is moving back to england.
To be with her precious son.

Mum comes back to nothing.
Just a pile of shite left all round ireland, plus england.
MOTHER IS staying with a friend .

Shortly mum gets rehoused.
TIME CAPSULE BACK TOO 2009 xmas, kenny i have BREAST CANCER,
I go numb and dumbfounded cant think of what to say to comfert her.
Mums bringing lois up with cancer.
All mums hair falls out,nailes and all, vomiting,
She wears a bandana to cover the baldness.

And whilst out ,trips and shatters her arm.
I visit mother in hospital, she has scaffolding around and holding her arm together.
Not one murma not one moan.

For my mother is a soldier.

Fuck she is so strong.
And i have no doughts to where i get my strength from .

MY MOTHER ANNE MOORE.

TO BE CONTINUED.