A Spanish St Tropez

There's a place
not far away,
and they call it
a Spanish St Tropez.

Strolling on the
golden sands
of Sitges,
your heart it reaches.

Bathing beauties
everywhere,
it's paradise
there.

Enjoy a meal,
and do
what you
feel.

Down to the water
for a dip,
and have something
cool to sip.

Your down
at the shore,
in a place
you've never seen before.

Sitting in a Restaurant
or Cafe,
you can siesta
all day.

With so much
to share,
get to know the people
there.

On the Med
in a Spanish St Tropez,
where love might find you
anyway.

Poem - A dark cloud

A dark cloud
that comes like
a Heavy Metal band
playing it loud.

With some thunder
for percussion,
with the best ballet dancers
who are Russian.

There they are
pirouetting along,
as they dance
to it's song

Lightning
strikes
and you think,
oh yikes.

A dark cloud
that drives you mental,
comes as rough sex,
so please be gentle.

The whole orchestra
in full swing,
just letting it
all sing.

What's all
that noise,
but the Almighty
playing with toys.

It really
disturbs,
residents who live
in the suburbs.

It's so wet
and wild,
like the wrong number's
just been dialled.

What's happening
on the other end
of the line,
yeah too much wine.

All that racket
making too much noise,
a dark cloud
behaving like boys.

We all live
under a dark cloud,
so say bugger off
cuz its allowed.

Poem - Cruella de ville

You know
the drill,
watch out for
Cruella de ville.

Sooner or later
she's after your hide,
with a pair of handcuffs
supplied

Those lips you
wouldn't want
to smooch,
ah poor pooch.

Quick get out
of the pound,
cuz she's always
around.

Run and leap
over the fence,
when in her
presence.

Fast as a Greyhound
running down
the track,
and don't look back.

For once she gets
you in her claws,
she quickly
gnaws.

She's one hundred percent
carnivor,
gobbling you up
at the door.

It's pure soap opera
at the end of
the day,
but keep out of her way.

Poem - The Jehovah Witness protection program

There was a man
from Birmingham,
who decided to join
the Jehovah Witness protection program.

Just like the Mob
their well organised,
but you don't have
to be circumcised.

For their message
is on the cutting edge,
and add more to it
than Fruit and Veg.

Ringing more bells
than kids playing
knock doors and run away,
they might show up today.

They must be all
pretty fit,
cuz none of them
quit.

Giving you a
friendly hello,
carrying leaflets
must cause Tennis elbow.

Just keep yawning
like you've got Jet lag,
and put the leaflet
into the Recycling bag.

Like having your
identity erased,
The Jehovah Witness protection program
are locally based.

Their very committed
and do it well,
so join up or you are
going STRAIGHT TO HELL.

Poem - The Brynystwyth Estate

The Brynystwyth Estate
is falling apart,
that's been happening
from the start.

Problems with
blocked drains,
who built this place
didn't have any brains.

Pipes that aren't thick,
and everything looks like
it was glued
with Prit Stick,.

Who goes first
through the floor,
never dropped in on you
like this before.

Thanks for
breaking my fall,
and apologies for
damaging the wall.

Its a real teaser,
when your home's
turning into
The Leaning Tower of Pisa.

We've got some
big outer wall cracks,
but no-one wielded
the axe.

If we get an
Earth tremor,
that would cause
a dilemma.

These flats are
spacious,
but look where I landed
my good gracious.

Poem - Two cacklers

Two cacklers
laughed as if
they were Witches,
rolling around in stitches.

The stuff of Fairy tales
and Fables,
their voices
could shake chairs and tables.

Or bring down pictures
off the wall,
and send a Car's engine
into stall.

With cracks not
seen before,
the sonic boom
unhinges a door.

Afterwards needing
a strong Malt,
two cacklers shook
like the San Andreas Fault.

Needing to be prepared
for Earthquake drill,
that one came close
to shaking a window sil.

To watch other's
crumble like chalk,
at the sound of Giants
up a Beanstalk.

Like going through
a Blitz,
it wasn't exactly
Puttin on the Ritz.

Still laughter
is good for the Soul,
but why now
is there another big hole.

Poem - A little bit of what you fancy

A little bit of what ya fancy

Its good to have
a little bit of what ya fancy,
so how about some
Chips and Scampi.

Do you mind if I add
some Vinegar, Salt and Pepper,
but afterwards
don't treat me like a Leper.

The perfect meal
before bed,
and promised you
there would be a good spread.

How do you
like the taste,
or was the satisfaction
in haste.

If you don't like it,
I'll repent,
as your fries aren't straight
but bent.

The Scampi
wasn't too well done,
oh and wasn't it
fun.

OH Pwease
was it good for you,
and there's dessert
for afterwards to..

Cuz if you don't
like what I did for you,
I'm moving into Iceland
and building an Igloo.

Nor will
I quickly thaw,
Jesus every part of me
now feels red raw.

Poem - The talk and walk

Ruffling a few feathers,
and see how
the storm
weathers.

Got a
good idea,
and others liking
what they hear.

Full of self confidence
and oozing charm,
something inside
just let off the alarm.

Someones words
spoken eloquently,
like it's created a
glimpse of eternity.

Human beings needing
to be nurtured
and protected,
rather than walls erected.

Oh the love and fears
of Heaven and Hell,
casts upon us
it's own spell.

Dogma gone astray,
amongst those
so desperate to get their
own way.

The human potential
has always been there,
it's energy
travels everywhere.

We have
such aspirations,
right across
nations.

Yet we do
the talk and walk,
and watch some things
crumble as chalk.

Poem - Aberystwyth

Standing on the
edge of a cliff,
with breathtaking views
of Cardigan Bay and Aberystwyth.

Attracting Dolphins, Porpoises,
and Atlantic Gray Seals,
it's wonderful
is how Aberystwyth feels.

Sunsets that light
up the night,
during the Summer
is an absolute delight.

The Mediterranean feel
of flowers and palm tree's,
to a passionate winter
gale breeze.

The old castle ruins
standing on the edges,
in between two forbidding
hills it wedges.

From Pen Dinas's
Iron age fort,
to the University
is a place to be taught.

From Great Darkgate street
up to Waunfawr,
you sense this town's
pull and power.

It's a great to be,
looking out towards
Ireland,
across the Irish sea.

A town that
has stood on
it's own two feet,
becoming a Mid Wales seat.

Aberystwyth is
on the verge,
it's past and future
always merge.

Poem - The journey

The journey's
not yet done,
got to get across
where more rivers run.

Going to places
that are near or far,
finding out about all
the beautiful things we are.

Clean across the country
into another state,
was an act
of fate.

Soaring like birds with
large wing spans,
and travelling like nomadic tribes
attached to caravans.

A restless nature
hungers and thirsts,
hoping and dreaming
this bubble never bursts.

Got to just
enjoy the ride,
until we meet again
on the other side.

For the journey
hasn't ended,
and following our truth
upon us descended.

From West Virginia
and onto Tennessee,
just moving on is
the way it has to be.

Through France
until reaching Arabian sand,
heading towards the
warm waters of Thailand.

Letting nothing stand
in our way,
until reaching India
and learning to say Namaste.

Poem - I am

I am your mountain,
you are my spring,
from my rocks
our water will fling.

I am your all,
and you my dearest
are my
beautiful waterfall.

I just marvelled
at the views below,
whilst your liquified beauty
let all your feelings show.

For there was nothing
quite so awakening
as your beautiful sight,
as your body shimmered by moonlight.

I'm your height
but completely
under your spell,
from where your last waters fell.

I am dry as a bone
without your love,
pour forth from the
rains above.

Winters coming
as a cold breeze,
in between my crevices
your ice will freeze.

For I hold you close to me
but you can't go anywhere,
hold on my darling,
for I'll always be there.

As we are connected
in a most unique way,
and that's s why
together we'll stay.



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Poem - Rainbows

Rainbows

Love grows,
to become
as bright as
Rainbows.

Colours so
brilliantly bright,
to be like them
with insight.

Imaging our
favourite shade,
and all the other ones
that were made.

A streak of Yellow,
to show
a happy
fellow.

Someone as
tranquil as blue,
that radiates
a part of you.

Wherever we're led,
follow rainbows
to a land
of red.

Orange bright
as a Sun,
that's warm
and fun.

Shrouded in
a violet haze,
that nurtures
the days.

Where the rainbows
have been,
to places that
are so green.

Flying through
the air like a Pilot,
into a World
of violet.

Colours that
come to seven,
that reflect
a light of Heaven.

Poem - Settling down

Settling down

Looking at
our appearance
in the mirror,
to see if its clearer.

Not quite the
way it used
to be,
nor liking what we see.

From the wisdom
of our years,
has also produced
fears.

An emotional bag
that feels
like an
worn out rag.

Into the depths
we drown,
until it's time
for settling down.

From the
Psychological poison
that infests,
and never rests.

A tug of war
becomes the ride,
and is overwhelmed
by the currants and tide.

Weather brews
until settling down
becomes the
path we choose.

The heart cold
like snow,
that no longer knows
which way to go.

Until the freezing process
began to melt,
and became difficult
was how it felt.

Settling down
had become difficult,
because of the foundations
we had built.

For everything was
standing in our way,
unlike the times
of yesterday.

Poem - Community relations

Community relations

Its hardly paradise,
when broken
community relations
are the price.

Greed has created
a big hole,
and attempted
to scatter our soul.

Those who have
to know everything,.
unlike compassionate ones
taking you under their wing.

Rural places
try to fill a void,
to make up
for what's been destroyed.

So many
moving around,
and building upon
dangerous ground.

Fear of rivers,
and what hostility
a neighbour
delivers.

Pulling out
the roots like weeds,
and ignoring
our basic human needs.

Nothing seems
to be sacred anymore,
when your afraid
of who lives next door.

Anxious moments
of privacy invaded,
whilst homes
by the Police were raided.

The wailing sound
of the sirens
through the air,
trying to quickly get somewhere.

Cars replacing
the Horse and cart,
society less interested
in revealing it's heart.

Pessimistic
in tone perhaps,
but praying
nobody snaps.

Community relations
are like the soil,
that today
we spoil.

No-one should
be alone,
because we'd all be dying
slowly on our own.

Poem - Heat

Heat

How we long
for some Sun
and heat,
that's creates a hot seat.

OOO ouch,
and that was only
from laying on the
living room couch.

Any hotter
and we'll melt,
as the weather becomes
our sunshine belt.

No more California
here I come,
stripping off
and burning our tum.

Beach sand
that becomes scorched,
whilst the rest of us
is torched.

The steam rising
from cement,
with an Ice cream
in sight to tempt.

Out into the country
and away from it all,
with heat so intense
that becomes a brick wall.

Scantily laid bodies
laying all over the place,
who doesn't appreciate
a good looking face.

Night times
are like fiesta's,
after long Summer day
siestas.

Through heat
that's strong,
it's time to
dance all night long.

Poem - Heaven Knows - Dedicated in loving memory of my mother Jill.

Heaven knows.

Difficult choices
that's the way it goes,
and how it pans out
only Heaven knows.

Moments when
life rejoices,
amongst a World
of voices.

Trying to live
your life by example,
when all you end up
getting is a sample.

Being the life and soul
right here and now,
that only time
can allow.

The journey that
leaves you tired,
when all you yearned for
was to be inspired.

It took guts
to follow your truth,
of that you
were living proof.

Trying to understand
your pain,
that was like
a heavy chain.

Bright, cheerful and optimistic
in so many ways,
your spirit lit
up the days.

Child, woman,
wife and mother,
you''ll always be
Jill to us and no other.

Life moves and flows,
and your a part
of love now
which Heaven knows.

Love and light

Peter James
xxx

Poem 2012

2012


It's December 21st,
and existance
is about to
burst.

That's to do
with 2012,
and how deeply
we delve.

That dates
alarmed them,
rather than lyrics
by REM.

What from the
heaven's shall
descend,
to terminate this end.

I'll be back,
and Independence Day
brings out
The Men in Black.

Looking for a
Vulcan with pointed ears,
after having not seen a good
Star Trek in years.

2012 and gettng ready
to die,
play it again Sam,
As time goes by.

The Jungle drums
are beating,
the same CNN News report
that's been repeating.

Around the clock
and over again,
what time is it coming,
we'll let you know when.

Love and light

Peter James
xxx

Iran and the bigger picture

The wheel of History has turned many times. Empires have risen and fallen. People have endured and overcome terrible persecution throughout the ages.

20 years ago, the Berlin Wall came to an end. The pace of change, was too great for anyone nation to stand up against.

Iran now faces that dilemma. The old guard, will attempt to halt it's own Citizens evolution. Even through the expansion of global communications It has meant many nations have matured.

Back in 1979, Iran went through a significant revolutionary change. But it wasn't Democratic, and the only way to implement control was through using instruments of fear.

They are a great people, and many have quickly caught on to using the Internet at great risk.

The current Iranian system of Government, can accuse the United States all it wants about propaganda Internet usage. But they to, are a great people who have modernised and adapted to technological advancement. They fundamentally believe in Freedom of speech.

Politicians come and go. That is part of the Democratic process.. Iran has pointed the finger one too many times, particuarly at the United States.

In January 2009, what was once the unthinkable happened. A man of mixed origins, rose to become the most powerful man on Earth. He also has an Islamic heritage on his father's side. Had he been born less than 300 years ago, it would have been only into the suffering and plight of slavery.

The United States has a revolutionary past. They overcame tyranny and persecution. It even meant experiencing a savage and brutal Civil War, which resulted in the Emancipation of the slaves.

The election of Barack Hussein Obama, as the 44th President, was beyond people's wildest dreams. It was no less revolutionary.

It's taken a long time to witness that kind of sweeping change. It's not a perfect country by any means. Yet their hope resides in preserving the fruits of Democracy. Poltically, America has come of age.

If the Iranian people can come to grips with that fact, then their future can be a brighter one.

What the Islamic Goverment doesn't want to recognise is, the Genie was let ouf of the bottle long ago. People have a right to express their views and opinions. Iranian women have to be equal citizens.

If the authorities do not recognise that, then a growing consciousness of change has to emerge. Hopefully it can be achieved peacefully. Modern warfare has shown it'self to be too costly, Politically, economically, and emotionally. There are too many deep Psychological scars that go with it.

If the people of Iran can write blogs away from the snooping eyes of what has become a dictatorship. Then they really cane make a difference. For it's not just the hear and now. By the next generation born, most people will be Computer literate. That can introduce growth in ways that was never deemed possible before.

If Iran could be a shining example of what citizens could do with the Internet. Imagine what other changes could occur elsewhere.

The Pen is mightier than the Sword. Words can be the right ammunition at the right place in time.

The 1990's was a revolutionary time. Global communications changed the way we live our lives. It was expanding at such speed.

Developing nations are now beginning to be provided with the essential computer equipment for schools. It's continually educating us.

Iran is no less different. This country's people are noble and courageous and recognise the potential of modernisation.

If they get this right. A new chapter of History will be discussed for generations as to how they did it.

One final point. If Hitler and the Nazi's had available to them the Internet. Then they could have really clamped down on dissent. Fortunately that was another time. Yet it goes to show the power of fear, especially where dictatorships are concerned.

A recent trip to Barcelona Spain

It had been 13 years since I was last in Spain. That was a trip to an Andalucian white hill town called Coin.

My sister lives and works as a Teacher in Barcelona, and she invited me over for a visit.

I was staying in a nice part of the city called Vallcarca. There was a Mountain that rose above the city called Tibidabo. It overlooked the city, all the way to the Meditterenean, and stunning views of the surrounding hills were clearly visible.

There was a Church on top of it called the Temple segrat Cor.. I didn't make it quite to the top, on account of getting lost. There is a Fenicular railway that goes up. That is far easier, especially when it's hot.

At night, the Church was lit up.

There was nothing better I liked, than walking around the city streets and down small alleyways.

Barcelona has a good public transport system, but I only used it when neccessary. It was good that the Metro was air conditioned.

Les Ramblas is an attractive street, and particuarly enjoyed walking around an indoor market close by.

Catalunya wields it's own charm. It was an interesting area.

One evening, my sister, her boyfriend, and myself, heard some music close by. We followed it. In some Church grounds, a free open air concert of Spanish Folk music was being performed. People were dancing the night away.

Where there were crowds, was Beer, that was ice cold and being sold for a Euro.

Up in the Pyrenee Mountains, they have concerts, and many come from miles around. They dance all night long, and when tired, fall asleep in the streets. By early morning, you see Men, women, children, and Dogs, all sleeping next to one another.

There are areas of the city that are away from the centre, and have an identity of their own. Up around Fontana, are many squares with open air cafes, and restaurants. At night, you could see families sitting out and enjoying the good weather.

I took a trip to Barceloneta Beach. It was created around the time of the 1992 Olympic Games. It's over 4 kilometres long, and there are paths for Cycling, Roller blading, and walking.

There was a workout area on the beach. I called it Barcelona's version of Muscle Beach in Los Angeles. not that I had been to LA, but had seen it on TV. No way, were the people performing physical exertions, in the same shape as the bronzed Californian butch types.

What came as a surprise was, that people could go nude on the beach. Amongst sun worshippers, were those who were open enough to go back to nature. I looked the otherway towards the sea, as I didn't want a mouthful in Spanish. Ten years ago, my eyes would have been gazing at all the lovely Spanish women.

Parque Guell- Gaudi's park was nice. from one side leading up to it. There is an Escalator, that then requires some walking and climbing steps. Then another Escalator appears, and eventually it's all up hill from there. It was like one of the steep hill gradients in San Francisco. i remember that well enough from my trip there back in 94.

I used to enjoy sitting in a cafe and drinking my first morning cup of coffee. It was far better in flavour and aroma, than back home in the UK.

As I was on a limited budget, I tried to look carefully for cheap places to eat. If you frequent the Les Ramblas main street, well that is a rip off tourist area. Away from the main streets, it's possible to find more affordable places to eat. I had a Kebab in an Arab dstrict. Unlike back home, it was served toasted, rather than in Pitta Bread.

I used to do exactly the same on the couple of trips I made to Paris. Eating in the Latin quarter was less pricier.

Plas Espanya was nice. A water fountain lights up to music. It's a Summer show run mainly for tourists.

Cuturally, Barcelona and Gerona where I also visited, have a unique identity of their own. This is Catalonia, and has it's own language. Particuarly in Gerona, you hear Catalan being spoken rather than Castillian Spanish.

Gerona is a pretty University city. It's close to the airport, but has such diversity and culture all of it's own. After lunch, it was pleasant to walk around the cobbled streets. There was also an attractive park to walk aroumd, or just sit down and relax. It had beautiful gardens.

This trip, had certainly left a good impression on me, and I look forward to going back again.

Barcelona definetly is now one of my favourite cities from my travels. It's up there with Paris and Budapest.

Poem - Great strides

Great strides

Sometimes it's evolving
in impressive
leaps and bounds,
that does the rounds.

Achievements
beyond comprehension,
that grabs people's
attention.

The path upon which
nature provides,
to leave and dream
of making great strides.

The new can
appear insane,
that works on
a different plane.

Not always providing
material success,
great strides are important
nevertheless.

Providing images
that are fast paced,
through this World
we've raced.

From the wonderful
lyrics of Bob Dylan,
to medicine
providing Penicillin.

Our lives handed
a remote control,
creating a
gold fish bowel.

Discovering so
many bacterias and bugs,
when what everyone
needs are more hugs.

We all go
the same way,
yet great strides happen
everyday.

Consciousness can
move so much,
as great strides
reach out to touch.

Love and light

Peter James
xxx

Poem - Breaking down walls

Breaking down walls

20 years ago,
a fresh wind
of freedom
began to blow.

Nothing had
been certain,
under the tyranny
of an Iron Curtain.

Sweeping changes
occurred,
as a shout of freedom
was heard.

Others want
to climb that hill,
from persecution
they've had their fill.

They will not
remain silent,
in lands that
are violent.

In countries
that are wealthy,
but where ideas
are not healthy.

With an instrumental
rigid rule of Law,
it's all happened
before.

It's a long
and difficult slog,
where suffering's are
posted on a blog.

This is some
poor souls plight,
who still possess
the guts to fight.

Their tragedies
they won't forget,
that'll find their way
onto the Internet.

For they're
breaking down walls,
as liberation
calls.

Love and light

Peter James
xxx

Poem - Change

Change

Change can be
a good thing,
restoring the hope
it'll bring.

Holding on
to the past,
and pain
will last.

Sitting in
silence forever,
taking a stance
of whatever.

Allowing the
dust to settle,
after the
smouldering metal.

A fiery furnace
human kind creates,
upon which the
reality meditates.

An unsatisfactory
conclusion,
that reveal the cracks
of illusion.

Change is
always coming,
like the distant
sound of drumming.

To be heard
everywhere,
as oppression
is made aware.

For discontentment
won't fade away,
channelling energy
into a brighter day.

Change is the
cross we bare,
that communicates
concern and care.

Love and light

Peter James
xxx