The morning belongs to me.

Are you more of a night or morning person?

I’m no fan of staying up late

I can not see the point.

What’s the point of being up tired

When you could be asleep?


Late nights seem the sort of thing

That naughty children do.

Excited that they are still up

When they should be fast asleep.


Not for me I’m grown up now

I know I need my sleep.

I like to be up when the morning’s young

And there’s few folk around but me.


Give me the sound of morning birds

Chill morning air on my skin.

I like to be up and off on a run

While I’m still fresh and alive.


The day will have its distractions

Life can get in the way

But the mornings mine

I’m alive and I’m free

The morning belongs to me.

Meat, meat I like to eat it

What are your feelings about eating meat?

Meat, meat I like to eat it!

I find it delicious

and pile up my plate

But we don’t eat as much of it

As we did once.

For these days the veg

Often takes the star place.


They say that meat

Isn’t great for our health

But a great source of protein

And building our strength.

A good balanced diet

I’m sure is the best.

We’ll keep on eating it

Though we eat less.



We like to be careful

That farmings not cruel

And animal welfare

Obeys all the rules

But it’s in our nature

So we eat it still.


Favourite things to wear?

What are your two favourite things to wear?

My favourite couple of things to wear?

Depends the time of year.

A good coat when the winter‘s cold

Or shorts when summer‘s here.


I’m not too into clothing

I really hate to shop

But I am fond of what I‘ve got

And hate to ever get rid.


So favourites in the wardrobe?

Not sure that I can say.

There’s favourites for the rugby

There’s favourites when I run.

Favourites for the evening

Or basking in the sun.


I mostly wear what comes to hand

Or what I’m told I should.

It always looks the same on me

Dishevelled and unkempt.

AI wrote this poem – so you’ve no need of me!

What technology would you be better off without, why?

The Weight of the Wires

What if I left behind the glow,

The ceaseless scroll, the endless show?

The world through glass, a fractured view,

Would my mind find clearer hues?

The smartphone sings a siren’s tune,

Its whispers haunt from morn to noon.

A thousand voices in my hand,

But none to walk with on the sand.

I’d trade the taps, the pings, the dings,

For quiet dawns and birds that sing.

The pulse of life that calls me near,

Not measured out in likes and shares.

Why carry screens that steal the stars,

Replace soft nights with pixel scars?

Connection comes when hearts align,

Not through a signal’s fragile line.

So cast it off—this heavy chain,

And feel the sun, and smell the rain.

For in the stillness, I might see

A life that’s rich, and truly free.

A ten week old on life support

What’s the hardest decision you’ve ever had to make? Why?

The worst decisions really hurt.

They really mess you up

They really are too very much

For human heart to bear.


You want the ground to open up

To swallow you right there.

A ten week old on life support

In special baby care.


Should the doctors switch him off

Or keep him hanging on?

Brain damage his alternative

If he should chance survive.


We thought it would be up to us

We’d have to make a choice.

I really felt quite paralysed

How could we decide?


I fell upon my knees in prayer

Not knowing what to ask.

The only prayer,’Thy will be done’.

I could not make that choice.


In the end he slipped away.

It wasn’t down to us.

Some would say was for the best

But devastated us.


Riddle of destiny who can know

What thy purpose here below?

Peter Andrew Green

9 March – 21st May 1985

We’ll have a Finnish Christmas – Hyvää joulua to you.

Do you or your family make any special dishes for the holidays?

Christmas is the usual time

We’d have a special meal

But we will be in Finland

This coming Christmas tide.


We won’t be eating Turkey

The star’s a Christmas Ham

Probably glazed with mustard

They call it Joulukinkku.


And probably a Gravalax

Smoked Salmon on the side

A special beetroot salad

And maybe meatballs too.


There’ll be special casseroles

Of potato, carrot, swede.

I think they’re sweet and creamy

But I don’t know how they’re made.


I know Rice porridge features

Maybe Gingerbread biscuits

And pastries with prune jam.

Mulled wine with almonds and raisins

And coffee to finish off.


The other thing to get used to

When we’ll eat the meal.

We would eat on Christmas Day

They eat the day before.


Hyvää joulua!

I won’t give up my precious sleep!

If you didn’t need sleep, what would you do with all the extra time?

I am not a bot

I need my sleep!

You’ve got me quite

wound up!


For goodness sake

If I’d more time

I’d use it for more sleep.


To be asleep is wonderful

It is our chance to dream.

It’s time to sort our muddled brain

Our time to recreate!


Stuff your productivity

It’s not what I am for!!

You don’t like unproductive hours?

You want us to work more.


I am not a unit

I’m a human being!

I won’t give up my precious sleep.

Be off! Leave me alone!


The only time I ever waste

Is when I am awake.

It’s not a waste to be asleep

Be off for goodness sake.

Listing peeves is easy but really – only three?

Name your top three pet peeves.

You’re really living dangerously

To ask old gits like me.

We‘ll conjure peeves too easily

The difficulty is three.


It’s hard to pick priorities

Or rank them in a list

So here’s a few picked randomly

I’ll have a go persist.


First there is the telly

Those formulaic shows

They’re full of virtue signalling

Regardless of the plot.


They’ll feature every target group

But just to give a nod

Forget the social issues

But the numbers must add up.


Not that there’ll be Asians

Asians do not count

The quota for ethnicity‘s

Already been made up.


Worst of all the adverts

They look so very false

Casting to a formula

That never quite adds up.


If it’s sport they have to have

A female front it up.

Some of them are very good

But really – every time?


Then another peeve of mine

Is little verbal ticks.

And people who’re too lazy

To say what’s on their mind.


They’ll be like, ‘Well you know’

Although I really don’t.

They can’t be bothered to tell me

So the chances are I won’t!


They pepper conversations

With ‘you know’ and with ‘like’

Or fail to finish sentences

And simply tail them off.


So they’re like simply talking

But like with nothing to say

And I’m like hardly listening

And want to get away.


Third inconsiderate shoppers

Who carelessly block aisles

With trolleys at right angles

That no one can get past.


Or else they stop to have a chat

Right where you want to go

Oblivious of surroundings

It makes me cross you know.


I’m in charge of trolleys

It’s what I do in shops

And all my concentration’s on

Just staying out the way.


And so it is annoying

When others aren’t the same.

It puts me in a real bad mood

And that is such a shame.


Then of course there’s queuing

And getting out the store.

Why not get your money out

While waiting in the line?


Have consideration

for those queued up behind.

Did you forget you’d have to pay?

Have your money out.


But I forgot – you’ve coupons

And so much paperwork!

Not to mention catching up

And chatting with the clerk.


Blimey get me out of here

Shopping is a bore!

And while you’ve got me trapped in here

I’ve thought of number four!


Supermarkets – hell on Earth

For those who don’t hear well.

Hard enough to hear above

The wretched throbbing fridge.


But then there’s pointless musak

Why do you do that?!!

Drowning out my partner’s words

So I can’t hear at all.


I said you shouldn’t ask old gits.

I think I’d better stop.

The trouble with old age you see

Is we get peeved a lot!

So now a proper answer

Who are your favourite people?

So now a proper answer

To what you meant to ask.

I won’t say whose ‘most favourite’

Cos ‘favourite’ means the most.


The people I most favour

Our grandkids. Why of course!

There’s nothing that I more enjoy

Than to watch them growing up.


The babies, so amazing

They learn so very fast

And every time you see them

They’ll be into something new.


To see them all developing

Is really such a joy.

We slowly see who they will be

And how they’ll look grown up.


Starting out to nursery

Where they’ll meet other kids

Watching the new friends they make

And how they’ll shape their lives.


Getting older, off to school

That is quite a thing.

But each of them is really bright.

I’m very proud of them.


My eldest is at secondary school

A real important time

I know she’ll make the most of it

And she will do just fine.


Another is in Sweden

My wife’s grandchild this time

Old enough to visit us

They both enjoy that time.


And so between the two of us

Currently there’s six

Two of mine are twins of course

So we have fun with that.


Of course they’re ‘current’ favourites

Don’t see that changing much.

I’m sure we’ll stay in touch with them

Even when grown up.

They’re in the grammar police.

Who are your current most favourite people?

My current ‘most favourite’ people

Are in the grammar police!

They’d really hate your prompt today

With two superlatives!


If someone is your favourite

It means you like them most.

You needn’t say ‘most favourite’

They’ll have you. You’ll be toast!


No one likes a pedant

Except perhaps for me.

But silly phrases such as this

Just really grate with me.


I’ll be over it later

And answer properly

But my ‘current’ favourite people

Are coming after you!