Something left. by Paul Roberts

The best you can do when you look back.
Is watch your lack of.
And the hurt you caused.
But sometimes there is a little left.
A heartfelt love for those that wept.
And in the wake of karma paused.
While you reflect on life being kack!
Remember that there is only one way out.
Once in a while you can help someone.
Who is struggling deep in life’s great bout.
to give a little hope –
a word of encouragement..
And a couple of bucks might just make you.
A new friend.
Paul Roberts

Time to smile with Izzy dog.

Ready to play true say x
Ready to play true say x

Well here again i am with my best friend in the worlds German shepherd.

John is skiing and i love the chance to spend time which i do, with the dog he’s given so much time and care to.
She knows i’m arriving of course, maybe from the last time John said you wait here for paulie.
John is long gone for the airport as excited i park my car and with my bag in hand walk through the unlocked front door.
The extra sizeable German shepherd see’s me and is quiet because of a bold entrance.
Then she smells me and i shout and Izzy is wild with fuss, i like to think it’s because she knows and feels my love for my best friend is without end.
And she knows my best friend knows my thoughts and love for her.
I go to bed tired and yawning having to make room for her at the bottom of the bed.
And awake in the morning tired and yawning, remembering John and something that he said.
So i take the lead although i’m being led, and finally remember the thing that John said.
And it makes me smile as i head back to his home with Izzy dog.

The Uxbridge Arms

Oh a small part of London that trust makes it hard to write about because of affection.
When in need, when you fall as i did indeed and land without job, home or girl, raw with tears and broken.
Then in your van your awoken, and taken to Wetherspoons full of emotion.
As without any fuss the real people help and don’t judge as you order a pint.
Brian God bless, makes a call to Louise, and paulie homeless has a bed with toothpaste and towel.
I’ll never forget the room upstairs at the Uxbridge Arms in the Elephant, and will fondly remember forever with love the time when as low as I could go.
I was cared for by a small part of London.

Was It was worth the wealth?

Remembering a homeless concert pianist.

What are we worth without the wealth?
A concert pianist is as skilled as nature.
But homeless with bad mental health he is worthless.
And when he lies in his death bed next to the man who made millions from standing in sun beds.
Measuring worth and wealth will be far harder to do.
And harder still as the pocket of the homeless pianist contains a timeless concerto.
That will bring him praise and fame from far beyond his homeless grave.
Wish i could ask him if it was worth it.


who would i be without…. by paul roberts

paul roberts

So I sat here and thought of old friends,

and what they said to me.

Some things were trite,

and some things grew on trees..

Tom said to me that :

It ain’t them at fault when they lie to you.

It is yours for too much faith.

Jo said you are mad.

But that aint no bad thing.

Blaise said I’ll pay tomorrow,

Nowhere to be seen.

Gerry said your a star and listened to me.

And died.


Not in the blaze of glory he deserved..

Nick said :

Do you want to chase the dragon?

and went the same way.

Till said you are better!

And should stop that shit!

Funnily enough the judge said the same thing.

And the parole officer!

With her big heart and breast cancer.

And if I hadn’t met them?

Any of them?

Who would I be?

Paul Roberts.

Light thinker

After willing the traffic lights to change to green on several successful occasions. My uncle Brian now believed he had telekinetic powers.

Because of his fragile mental state after the verdict myself and several other members of my family foolishly decided not to shatter my Uncle Brian’s allusion.
After trying to manoeuvre events, lights etc, to confirm my uncles power. Myself and several members of my family noticed that we could also change traffic lights to green at will.
When we sat my uncle Brian down and told him the truth, none of us can remember what happened.