PLANET PLASTIC

WE NOW LIVE ON PLANET PLASTIC 

COS THERES PLASTIC EVERYWHERE

THERES PLASTIC IN OUR OCEANS 

COS NO ONE BLOODY CARES

PLASTIC SOUP THEY CALL IT 

AND WE STILL EAT FROM PLASTIC BOWLS

WE ARE NOW THE PLASTIC PEOPLE 

WE NOW HAVE PLASTIC SOULS

WE COULD WRAP THE WORLD IN PLASTIC 

WITH JUST ANOTHER 5P BAG

YOU CAN SMELL THE PLASTIC POLLUTION 

AND ITS ENOUGH TO MAKE YOU GAG

WE MIGHT BE THE GLADIATORS OF OUR TIME 

NOW DELUDED DUMPING GRIME

IM NOW SURFING ON THE PEPTIDES 

GASPING IN THE GLOOP 

A CARBON CORAL CALAMITY 

SWIMMING IN THE SOUP 

MANS PACKAGING INSANITY

IM FLOATING ON THE WAVES OF DECEIPT 

PRETENDING TO BE  CLEVER

THERE IS PLASTIC DOWN OUR STREET 

JUST SAY NO TO PLASTIC 

JUST SAY NEVER EVER EVER 

IT DOESN’T REALLY MATTER 

IT DOESN’T LOOK THAT CLEVER 

THE HARBOURS ARE FULL OF PLASTIC

OUR TURTLES SWIM IN FEAR

COS SOMEONE USES PLASTIC

AND ITS WRAPPED AROUND THE BEER 

THE WILDLIFE EATS OUR PLASTIC

SO HAVE A LITTLE BASH 

AT TRYING TO REDUCE THE PLASTIC

JUST THINK WHEN IT COMES TO TRASH

IF WE TRY TODAY 

AND WASH AWAY THE TEARS

WE MAY NOT  HAVE A PROBLEM 

IN THE NEXT ONE THOUSAND YEARS

WHEN THERE’S COMMOTION IN THE OCEAN 

AND PLASTIC RULES THE WAVES 

WE’VE GOT TO START SOMEWHERE 

TO PREVENT AN OCEAN  FULL OF GRAVES 

I REALLY HAD TO TELL YOU EXACTLY HOW I FELT

COS IM REALLY WORRIED 

THAT THE PLANET WILL START TO MELT

IM GOING TO USE MY BRAIN 

BUT I SAY THIS WITH TONGUE IN CHEEK 

IM GOING GIVE UP USING PLASTIC

IM GOING DO THIS BY NEXT WEEK

THE DOLPHIN DANCE HAS ENDED

AND AS A TEAR ROLLS DOWN MY FACE

THIS IS SUCH A CALAMITY AND DISASTER 

I WANT TO CHANGE THIS PLACE

SO TONIGHT LETS TRY  LESS PLASTIC 

AND MAYBE A CHANGE CAN START

WE NEED TO REDUCE OUR PLASTIC

AND THIS COMES STRAIGHT FROM THE HEART

SO LET THE FESTIVAL  COMMENCE 

AND GIVE A THOUGHT OR TWO 

THINK ABOUT THE PLASTIC

IT’S FOR THE CHILDREN WHO WE LOVE 

AS WELL AS ME AND YOU .

DAREN PEARY 

Captain Anti Plastic

The Decimation of Education 

Where have all the Teachers gone ?-

Where did learning go?

The day you shut  the libraries

Was the day the curtains closed?

You now spread the confusion:

 Are masters of illusion?

The schools are now shivering in fear

some might not even be here next year

The corridors are quiet and the children have all gone home.

There are no lockers left to lean on because  you've cut us to the bone.

The Head Teachers have marched on Westminster in an attempt to stop the rot.

The children have lost their free meals, -what a nasty lot

Fracking the education system at the end of our street,

Cracks on the playground appear beneath their feet. 

We start to fall down them,  and some teachers leave,

Minds in turmoil: together their toxic tongues deceive.

You speak to us  but the voice creates fear.  

You don't really listen but our message  it is clear,

Your stats don't add up and your record is always stuck.

We have run out of funding  and now run out of luck!

you have sucked all the blood from creation,

The artists have all gone. 

Children of this nation-

You were never wrong. 

The figures and data are the scourge of it all,

Your cuts are hovering like vultures….…

So please catch us when we fall.

With limited resources, you try to squeeze us by the waist 

As the fog moves in it leaves a nasty taste.

So let the teachers do the teaching, 

 Be inclusive with your heart.

You should have already  done this- 

And done it at the start.

Academy Trusts testing the tested, 

Surely, the money could be better invested!

The wounds on the whiteboards spread the disease

The leaders are misleading; I'm down on my knees.

From Cornwall to Cumbria the assembly lies frozen and cold-

Bring back the Arts let us be brazen and bold!

They are piling on the pressure because their calculus failed 

Another train leaves the station with another one  derailed.

A curriculum confusion and another box tick for the clones-

They are tightening the rope with far too many loans.

You are without compassion; the Austerity confounds me.

The time has come to say never never not in my name 

so stop  all the cuts in education it isn’t a very nice game 

the children aren't playing but you still pull the plug

if the hole gets any deeper it will be the hole that you dug.

The poetry class has now ended and all the paper has gone,

All the writers have left town, cos someone got it all wrong.

As the clock ticks, I'm cooking up ideas to try to help out;

The music lessons have stopped and all the protesters shout !

First I'll take all the sharp scissors before it can get any worse. 

Just say to all the ministers ,why don't you listen to my verse?

There’s one thing you can do  at your peril , that’s to mess with class four;

Because if you do, there will certainly be a class war.

The play is not finished until the budget bites down,

So help all the children on your side of town.

Make them think twice cos it’s their future not ours,

 To make them sit up and listen in those ivory towers!

 This is my timetable and I'm beginning this now,

So respect all the teachers please take a bow .

This is such a scandal,so was Alice Cooper right?

This is going to be hard so lets put up a fight! 

You call them “little extras," thats an insult to us all .

Next time there is  a vote surely you will fall.

We are not happy, so this message I'm going to send-

Stop this Decimation and protest until the end!

Daren Peary 

 THE PUMPKIN MOUSE

HE HAD A PUMPKIN HOUSE AND A PUMPKIN CAR

A HE KEPT A PUMPKIN LIGHT  IN  A PUMPKIN JAR

HE HAD A PUMPKIN DOG BUT NOT A PUMPKIN CAT

HE HAD A PUMPKIN SUIT AND WORE A PUMPKIN HAT 

HE HAD A PUMPKIN BIKE AND LOVED PUMPKIN CHEESE

HE ATE PUMPKIN HONEY MADE BY PUMPKIN BEES

HE HAD A PUMPKIN MOUSE WIFE WHO HAD PUMPKIN HAIR

HE HAD A PUMPKIN SOFA AND PUMPKIN CHAIR

HE WORKED AT THE FARM MAKING PUMPKIN SOUP

PLAYED PUMPKIN DRUMS IN A PUMPKIN GROUP

HE LIVED IN PUMPKIN TOWN WITH THE PUMPKIN  MICE

A KIND OF PUMPKIN LIFE THAT HE THOUGHT WAS NICE

HE WAS THE PUMPKIN MOUSE AND KEPT HIS HOUSE CLEAN 

HE NEVER  WANTED TO  GO OUT ON HALLOWEEN

HE WROTE ON A PUMPKIN  AND REMEMBERED TO MENTION

THAT ALL HE WANTED WAS A PUMPKIN EXTENSION

HE HAD PUMPKIN DREAMS AND A PUMPKIN BOAT

HE SAILED THE OCEANS AND STAYED AFLOAT

HE WAS A MOUSE THAT LOVED PUMPKINS AND WAS SOMETIMES CONFUSED

WHY THE PUMPKINS WERE THROWN OUT AND SOME NEVER USED 

 ESPECIALLY THE ONES THAT WERE NOT PERFECTLY ROUND

THE FARMER WOULD TAKE THEM AND WITHOUT A SOUND

THE PUMPKINS WERE DUMPED OVER THE FENCE

BUT TO THE PUMPKIN MOUSE IT DIDNT MAKE SENSE

STILL HE DIDNT MIND HE HAD A MISSION

TO TAKE ALL THE PUMPKINS TO A DIFFERENT POSITION

HE HAD A PUMPKIN CART WITH A PUMPKIN HORSE

HE HAD 40 KIDS AND LOVED THEM OF COURSE

HE READ THEM PUMPKIN STORIES AT NIGHT UNDER THE MOON

THEY HAD PUMPKIN HOT CHOCOLATE WITH CREAM AND A SPOON

HE TOLD THEM PUMPKIN FAIRY STORIES UNTIL THEY WENT TO SLEEP

THEY WERE ALL TUCKED UP TIGHT AND TOLD NOT TO PEEP

 IT WAS CHRISTMAS EVE AND THE PUMPKIN SANTA WAS COMING

YOU COULD HERE THE SOUND OF THE SLEIGH AND THE REINDEERS HUMMING

THE PUMPKIN  MOUSE TOWN WAS ALL COVERED IN SNOW

SO I’M GOING TO TELL YOU SO YOU CAN GO

JUST CLOSE YOUR EYES AND DREAM PUMPKIN DREAMS

JUST FOLLOW THE PUMPKINS DOWN TO THE STREAMS

ACROSS THE GREEN VALLEYS AND MOUNTAINS OF WONDER

DOWN TO THE BRIDGE THEN YOU GO UNDER 

THE PUMPKIN TREE  THESE MOMENTS ARE RARE

IM OFF TOMORROW SO ILL SEE YOU THERE

Hertford arts

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HERTFORD

HERTFORD IS THE PLACE FOR ME 

IT CERTAINLY IS THE PLACE TO BE 

WHETHER YOUR BY THE RIVER HAVING A THINK 

OR IN THE PUB HAVING A DRINK 

THERES SOMETHING FOR ALL YOUNG AND OLD

PLENTY OF HISTORY AND  STORIES TO BE TOLD 

RESTAURANTS  BARS   COFFEE  GALORE 

A CASTLE THAT GUARDS US AGAINST ANY  WAR

Mc MULLENS IS  BASED HERE SO IT MUST BE GOOD

I LOVE THE NIGHTS WHEN WE GET THE STREET FOOD 

RIVERS AND FIELDS  AND  NATURE SURROUNDS 

LOTS OF PEOPLE ON THESE  COMMON GROUNDS 

QUAINT LITTLE SHOPS, HOTELS AND ALL 

SOON SOME WIILL CLOSE AND SOME WILL FALL 

I LOVE THE WALK AROUND HARTHAM  COMMON

I TAKE MY DOG I GO THERE QUITE OFTEN

PARKING ISN’T  GREAT BUT THERE’S  ALWAYS MULTI STOREY

THERE ARE SOME BEAUTIFUL HOUSES AND YOU CAN 

SEE ALL THIER GLORY 

 MANY SINGERS, MUSICIANS ,POETS  WITH A  THEATRE TO SHARE

GREAT PEOPLE WHO  COME HERE  I LOVE WHAT THEY WEAR

 WE EVEN HAVE MR EZRA A FINE SOUNDING CHAP

HE CERTAINLY HAS PUT US RIGHT  ON THE MAP

THERE ARE  MANY MUSICAL  FESTIVALS  GALORE

 AND  OUR  VERY OWN MUSICAL MYSTERY TOUR 

THE WHITE HART AT SALISBURY SQUARE 

IS SO NICE IM USUALLY  THERE 

HAVING A PINT WITH FAMILY, FRIENDS AND MY POOCH

WHY DON’T YOU COME AND HAVE  A MOOCH 

THE HERTFORD CLUB IS NICE BY THE RIVER FOR  EATING ALFRESO 

WEVE GOT ALL THE STORES EVEN A TESCO 

WE ALSO  HAVE A MUSEUM  AND THE  ARTS PLAY A BIG ROLL

YOU CAN JUST CHILL BY THE RIVER WHILST HAVING A STROLL

THERES  RUGBY ,CRICKET  AND A GREAT FOOTY CLUB

IT REALLY IS A COMMUNITY HUB

 BUT OLD FATHER TIME BRINGS  THINGS THAT WILL CHANGE 

SOME MIGHT  FIND IT  TOTALLY STRANGE

BUT NEVER FEAR WE HAVE NOT ONE STATION BUT TWO 

SO IF THE CITY IS THE PLACE THATS  FINE JUST FOR YOU

THEN YOU CAN EASILY  BE THERE ITS QUICK WHEN THEY RUN 

SOMETIMES IT IS GREAT AND I KNOW YOU’LL HAVE FUN 

 I KNOW SOMETIMES THE TRAFFIC CAN BE A PAIN IN THE NECK

SOMETHINGS TO WORK ON  OR  KEEP IT IN CHECK 

THERE ARE POCKETS OF PROBLEMS THAT WE ALL NEED TO SHARE

WE MUST JOIN  IN THE FIGHT WE ALL NEED TO CARE 

 IT'S  THE FAMILY PLACE  EVEN IF YOU JUST COME FOR A DAY 

IM SURE YOU WILL LIKE IT  YOUR WELCOME TO STAY

WE WILL PUT OUR ARMS AROUND YOU AND MAKE YOU OUR FRIEND

I KNOW IT’S NOT PERFECT BUT IM GOING TO STAY UNTIL  THE END 

THERE IS SO MUCH MORE SO  JUST COME AND SEE

OH YES AND  PLEASE DON'T FORGET  THERE IS ME. 

book

A book is not just a book 

It’s not just a line on a page 

It’s something that comes alive

 And like wine matures with age 

It’s not something that should sit there 

collecting dust on the shelf

It’s not about the cover 

its the knowledge and the wealth  

its something that can launch you into the  world of imagination

it is days spent together a companion  a celebration 

it can bring tears of sadness and joy

something for each and every girl and boy

if it doesn't get you at first don't fear

you can always put it down and  pick it up next year

 a book is not just a book 

its art wrapped in a cover

one for each month 

one for your sister and brother

 and if you find words come alive on the page

treat them  with calmness no need to rage

read a few lines or a rhyme at your pace

it shouldn't be something like we do in a race

some may need help making sense of it all

we shouldn't laugh cos that just isn't cool

helping each other have a good look

cos it really is nothing without a good book

an adventure begins with each turn of a corner

the words that run cold some times get warmer 

we live for the time when all the children stop crying 

the story is written the experience is dying

the smell of the new and the old just as good

praise be to all we have enough wood

the poet  breathes in and the words all come out

the writer the healer is what its about

a book is never just a book it excites and consumes

when you get to end  another beginning resumes 

the author can lift you and drop you like rain

no need to inform you no room to explain 

if you read well then share tell the story

gather the children watch them gasp in the glory

when all the world is their stage and enough has been said 

come mother and father take  your children to bed 

 with love fold your corner hold time by the hand 

whether you have drawn a line in the sand

a book is not just a book and for these lines to survive

we must read  to each other and keep the poem alive

pick up the words and let the feast begin now

never ask why never ask how 

read feel the passion in each word that is true

read as if the experience is new

remember a book is not just a book look and see

and if you don't get it just come and ask me 

so let the pirates escape and your mind open wide

we can sail on together  on the very next tide

it really doesn't matter no one will look

just remember i told you a book is not just a book