Art by Gary Reddin https://jamartprints.com/artist/gary-reddin/
When is someone really dead,
Is it when they are shot
Through the heart?
Or when they have an
Or maybe even when they drink
A soup of poisonous mushrooms?
No, they aren’t dead until their
Name is forgotten.
Now that I’m sixteen
The gym is where I’ll mostly be seen
I love keeping fit by lifting weights
But my favourite thing to do is hang out with my mates.
In school I think woodwork is the best
And in PE I aced the beep test
I upload videos on TikTok
This passes my evening on the clock.
Who I Am
When I was growing up
I used to walk to school because we didn’t have a car
When I remember the days I realised that
It was my parents and friends that made me happy
It wasn’t the things I had that made me happy but
The people I had that made me loved
And even today it’s not the clothes or objects,
It’s the people I have in my life that make me myself.
The Art of War
Some have never seen it before
Some have seen it far too often
Some see it from a coffin
Combat sports engage us all
Waiting to see who will fall
Stories of the mighty and fallen
Are a great mix like potions in a cauldron
Violence entertains like nothing else
Everyone sees it in themselves
It’s part of our nature and our bearings
Maybe it’s time for peace and changing.
I put my boots on,
early mornings in the winter,
gloves and hat,
everything is quiet,
The voices in my head are gone,
I’m in the place I love most,
Nothing can hurt me,
In a match, the feeling of scoring or winning,
pure joy, pure happiness,
If I could stay there forever I would.
He runs with the ball like its World War 2
He tackles the players at the speed of light
He gives them an awful fright
He shows them no mercy
They call him Percy
During half time he drank a lot of water
And then he went on the pitch to win the game
After that he got all the fame.