by Simon Icke | Sep 15, 2009 | Poetry
Down our street it’s ever so neat, You rarely hear the sound of children’s feet. Tidy gardens and pretty flowers, No factory chimneys or towers. Commuters who come home in their company cars, That look at us as though we’re from mars. We are supposed...
by Simon Icke | Sep 15, 2009 | Poetry
One night I met a ghost. He was looking for a friendly host. I said,’ You are looking very thin, you had better come on in.’ ‘Would you like a piece of toast?’ He replied, ‘I’d rather have a Sunday roast’ So there we sat,...
by Simon Icke | Sep 14, 2009 | Poetry
When will man ever learn? What wisdom needed to discern? No killing is above the law, No winners in any war. ‘We won’t put up with their threats, We’ll kill the enemy with our jets, Top brass to control the press, Tell the truth more or less.’...
by Simon Icke | Sep 11, 2009 | Poetry
Life’s so quick; life’s so fast, at this rate will I last? How on earth will I stay sane? Living in the fast lane. Peace of mind I have no more, simple life has gone for sure. Always wanted in constant demand, mobile in car, mobile in hand. No time to talk...
by Simon Icke | Aug 18, 2009 | Poetry
Have we forgotten their ultimate sacrifice? Of these men and women who died in their millions? Brave and true, without question, proud to be British, not ashamed to be Christian. So many years have past, it seems our memory doesn’t last. Forgetting these...
