December 25th

Head together for the final week

Glint in my eye, tear on my cheek

Looking bright, where once looked bleak

No words can describe

The count down reaches single figures

there's so much more now to consider

Instead of shrinking it's getting bigger

Makes me feel alive

There's lots more to get done

Many more tales to be spun

The marathon is only half run

I didn't mean to start this

But every step is a delight

less darkness coming into light

The first time I've had to fight

And now I cant resist

Looking forward to the next step

And to being out of my depth

hold your nose, take a deep breath

Get ready for the wave

Who'd of thought this time last year

That'd I'd would get this near

Thank you all for being here

I believe in being brave

December 24th

We wave farewell and good bye land

My once upon a fairytale highland

Until we return to my beautiful island

keep the people right

from the memories of yesteryear

to friendships that we still hold dear

warms our minds when we're not here

humble and polite

from the joys of the property trade

to the memories, forever delayed

Thoughts belong to those who stayed

keep carrying the light

you always give me that comfort feeling

which leaves me to question the meaning

Why are you always semi appealing

free and a fancy flight

I miss and permanently reminisce

with warmth and difficult to resist

I'm caught up in a loving tryst

I love my Isle of Wight

December 23rd

I’m going to get out more, not become captive

Take the reins by being more proactive

Shout out loud, I’m done with keeping quiet

Doing more will become my New Year diet

I’ve had enough of being regular Joe

I want to be a better me, by doing what I know

I don’t know how, but it’s worth a try

I’ll make another pass as the world is passing by

Joining in will become my new religion

Taking chances is my next decision

Having an opinion is your prerogative

Surpass the minions, by being positive

Open more doors just by saying yes

Say farewell to subtle and finesse

What’s the point of having ideas?

If you keep it locked in doubts and fears

Be who you are, just come out and say it

It’s your guitar, but how often do you play it

Use your time to become effective

Show them how, write your own directive

If you want to achieve and make it through

You have to believe in what you do

December 22nd

Words don’t come as easy, thoughts are not as nice

Subjects far too cheesy, repeated once or twice

Now I’m not controlling, now I’m out of bounds

Preparing for consoling and hearing sorry sounds

Where once I had energy, where once freedom reigned

I’m lacking moral synergy, and feeling talent feigned

Once more unto the breach my friends, once more pen to pad

Once more to project that never ends, once more to raving mad

It wasn’t meant to be this hard, it was meant as a soft gesture

Now I’m feeling mentally scarred, as draining starts to fester

But what of feedback mentioned, what of the positive thoughts

Wouldn’t that help to aid ascension and help find the path that is sought

It’s only by writing and reading, it’s only by growing inside

That you’ll find the path for proceeding, you’ll get back into your stride

So take bad, the ugly and good make best use of all feelings

Without the down times and deadwood, you’ll never know you need healing

December 21st

It began as fun, lighthearted

And for no particular reason

From back when it all started

I have found a little cohesion

I’ve learnt that mental health

If worked at, can be achieved

Personal gain and wealth

Appear when you start to believe

I wondered, if too much, I was tackling

Approaching a task, this intense

The possibility of this actually happening

Would be left to daily suspense

So what do I take from this procedure?

What lessons do I think I have learned?

That everyone can be a teacher

And it’s not always bad to be burned

Forgive me if you think it’s a lecture

It’s my first attempt, first occasion

It’s merely my primary conjecture

It’s not meant as pushy persuasion

I hope you’ve enjoyed my poetry trail

I hope you have shared in the laughter

I hope that my book is a fairytale

And it lives happy ever after

December 20th

I have friends from different walks

Friends in constant juxtaposition

But there is one man, when he talks

I always make time to listen

His talent,positivity and his drive

To the highest heights have grown

And my fire, that's been lit inside

Was sparked by the match of his own

You'll never hear a negative

He'll always be uplifting

He's heavily hyper active

With constant project drifting

He doesn't swear and doesn't drink

But always buys a round

He give his peers cause to think

with actions quietly profound

His belief and his lust for life

Are matched by a winning format

That when he sharpens his knife

He kills what he takes a stab at

You've earnt all you're going to have

I'm blessed to have a friend so true

The fact is, The Year of the Gav

Wouldn't have happened if it wasn't for you

December 19th

I was just a young boy, sitting on my fathers knee

talking about the future and where I'd like to be

We sit and talk for hours until and in the background music played

That music would surround me, and in my mind it's stayed

I flicked through his collection, he hum me every line

He sit there and he'd tell me that what was his was mine

I've kept that memory with me and never will I lose it

And everyday, with songs they play, I remember daddies music

I play those songs, bring back memories strong, when I'm feeling homesick

they were great times, but I can't rewind, to hear my daddies music

Another time that I'd go back, if you could grant my wishes

Is after dinner, plates are stacked, my mother washing dishes

We help out as much we could, by putting things away

I thought back then the tunes no good, but I love them all today

I've kept that memory with me and never will I lose it

And everyday, with songs they play, I remember mothers music

And as I'm getting old myself, and my tastes have all expanded

I look upon my CD shelf, and see the music I've been handed

I do not see the songs and bands, my memories are all I see

I can feel their loving hands in the music they gave to me

So if I have a young boy and he sits upon my knee

I can share the music that my parents gave to me

December 18th

I've impressed this year, I've impressed myself

I've excelled and expanded my mental health

I've stuck to a task and seen it completed

Not won the race, but at least I competed

I can see the finish and the land promised

I've been more open, pure and honest

I've explained each time when I felt exertion

I've feel I've become a much better person

I found myself better each time I explored

And thankfully found that I'm not fatally flawed

I've written well when I've been on empty

And not given up when my demons tempt me

I've been controlled in all situations

And dug even deeper when brain took vacations

I've acted and reacted in a constructive way

And I said something about nothing to say

I've was all alone as I stuttered and stumbled

Picked up politely by pals and felt positively humbled

In my wildest dreams I never thought of succeeding

This year has been great and thank you for reading

December 17th

On a London street, a Christmas bell rings

A star shines over, our stories, three kings

One a writer who's writing was random

One an actor as cool as Camden

One, a film maker talented and tall

When bought together, geniuses all

The lights, the season and festivities

Only help increase productivity

And Christmas, like our friends here

Only happens once a year

For our trio, London couldn’t be more pleased

As it rewards them for opportunities ceased

Their just rewards of jovial jollity

They feel the full force of festive frivolity

Time passed quickly talking of times past

Colourful times they compare and contrast

The greatest of times made better by lights

One time, three kings, putting the world to rights

December 16th

What if nothing changes?

What if it all stays the same?

What if all these exchanges

Are only ever in vein.

It’s all just scribbles on a page

I’m a poet with no bookings

Like a punch in my rib cage

Just when I wasn’t looking

Too many times I started something

With so many great ideas

Don’t become a meaningless fling

Forgotten over the years

I know that it’s all down to me

It’s how I choose to spend my time

Dutiful daily diary devotee 

And reap rewards that are mine

Even when I finished writing

There’s still so much more to do

I hope its hard work that I’m inciting

And this time I’ll see it through

The first thing that I’ve completed

Don’t underestimate the part you play

At least I can say I competed

And progressed more than half way

December 15th

My year has been a remarkable one

As I gloss over everything I've done

I'm proud of all the yarns I've spun

Now it’s nearly finished

I think back to my humble beginning

When I had just started spinning

With no thought of actually wining

My desire did not diminish

Although I may have said this before

My tiny mind is getting sore

I’m patiently waiting at the stage door

With thoughts that it might open

I walk the streets and hand out flyers

And talk to the prospective buyers

These are my dreams and my desires

Who knows, but here’s hoping

Whatever happens in the New Year

Whichever direction my new career

This will always be honest and sincere

Something I’ll constantly have

In the future when at desk and chair

I’ll think back to my first writing affair

I’ll be proud of my daily diary despair

I’ve loved, The Year of the Gav.

December 14th

I was there, it wasn’t a dream

I was where the brightest lights beam

It was beautifully draped in a Christmas theme

I want to be there again

The city called and I responded

The city and I instantly bonded

I said goodbye and unwillingly absconded

But a bit of my heart remains

Your glorious noise, your lovely drone

Around every corner, nothing unknown

Millions of people, but we were alone

Beautiful burning lights

Your skyline, with love, designed

Will be etched forever on my mind

And to your charms, I have resigned

Glorious glowing nights

New York, you strange and crazy you

Keep on doing what you do

A lasting impression on my debut

Love you to your core

I was there, it was a dream

I was where the subways steam

The greatest place I’ve ever been

Until I’m there once more

December 13th

Everyone’s nicer around Christmas time

Everyone breathes a little lighter

Everyone’s moods are more sublime

And Everyone’s future looks brighter

But come the end of January

Come the deep set of winter

We all start seeking sanctuary

Our dreams seem to buckle and splinter

So this year make sure you envelop

The warmth that daily surrounds

Be thankful and positively develop

Your nearest and dearest around

Christmas has all kind of delights

With presents all wrapped with bows

Remember the feeling of tree lights

And the comfort with every glow

Don’t forget that warm feeling

Don’t put it out with the tree

Fill up your heart to the ceiling

Be as great as you can be

You don’t even need Christmas presents

For this feeling to come your way

You just need to be honest and pleasant

And it’ll be Christmas everyday

December 12th

Seriously, I'm running out of ideas

My brains been looted by buccaneers

Words are falling out of my ears

My head is feeling sore

My minds gone on the rampage

And now refuses to engage

Lies at the bottom of the birdcage

I cannot take any more

No more words means no more writing

My neurons have been struck by lighting

Even my couplets have started fighting

I don't know what to do

It would be wrong for me to quit

My synonyms are wearing the wrong kit

My rhymes are losing their ready wit

is it time to bid adieu?

My verbs have taken to inbreeding

My sentences have started bleeding

With my mentality I'm constantly pleading

I'll make my funny bid

I promised you one-a-day

So for my art, I'll gladly pay

Never again lose my way

I can, I will, I did

December 11th

I'm not a great religion believer

I think it acts as a truth deceiver

But if people find comfort in faiths

I cannot knock where trust is placed

I've been to church for midnight mass

It isn't made up of greener grass

It wont release me of my sin

But humbly and quietly let's me in

Although I struggle with the subject

I enjoy the pace and time to reflect

They were once the communal groundings

Now they are just amazing surroundings

In my head nice words I'll be saying

I guess that’s just my way of praying

If just for a minute you think of other people

Then its worth its weight from pew to steeple

These beautiful buildings that give people peace

That allow us time to react and release

Are even more special at this time of year

To think of those who are no longer here

There's no other reason that I come

But midnight mass means a lot to my Mum

Personal beliefs, which I'm sure you can handle

So take time, drop in, and light a candle

December 10th

 

I hope this year, to you, has been kind

I hope this year, you've spoken your mind

I hope this year, you've been inspired slightly

I hope this year, you've acted politely

I hope this year, you've had a reprieve

I hope this year, you've begun to believe

I hope this year, you've taken control

I hope this year, you've satisfied your soul

I hope this year, has not been a waste

I hope this year has been in good taste

I hope this year, has been good value

I hope this year, you've been a better you

I hope this year, you've approached honestly

I hope this year, you've upheld equality

I hope this year, you've been true to your heart

I hope this year, has just been the start

December 9th

Sad news and sad talking

About my boots that were made for walking

They're only fit now for Stephen Hawking

There gone

My old brown boots, they served me well

They'd have a few good stories to tell

They made my feet ache and swell

For too long

They took me up hill and down dale

I bargainly bought them in a sale

Tried to fix them, but to no avail

over souled

For replacement boots I'll have to trawl

No greater boots can I recall

I shall never again walk as tall

Or bold

They were my favourite and most popular

I took them first to see a Cobbler

He said I'd have more luck with an Ostler

Chances were seemingly slim

My lovely old boots of brown leather

He couldn't fix them whatsoever

So we end our lives together

Boots are in the bin

December 8th

When the Christmas lights are iridescent

When all around are opening presents

There one man who's feeling unpleasant

That's John

During the time of the kids nativity’s

He doesn't join in with the festivities

he playfully adding up his negativity

That's John

We try to pass on the Advent message

Hand him a neatly wrapped package

He just has a turkey sandwich

That's John
With a glint in eye and secret smile

He says Christmas irritates and riles

And that Santa's not been in a while

That's John

I hope his Christmas is on the mend

I hope he sees family and friends

I hope he just likes to pretend

That's John

As you're in a Scrooge like way

We wish an unhappy Christmas day

And may Santa hit you with his sleigh

That's John

As an addition to this rhyme

John actually had a very nice time

He even gave me his glass of wine

That's John.

December 7th

Because I can, because I should

Because you said I never could

Because you never asked me why

Because I've just begun to try

Because I wanted to let you know

Because I had to give it a go

Because I made myself a plan

Because you'd never understand

Because no one had done it before

Because I could no longer ignore

Because nothing is handed to you

Because I was feeling impromptu

Because I just wanted to see

Because I'm just becoming me

Because I felt I got left behind

Because my words opened my mind

Because I'm having too much fun

Because they said it couldn't be done

December 6th

The music played, I was young again

I was able to life suspend

I was with my closest friends

I was sensory surrounded

I was taken back to being eighteen

Enveloped by the modern Mod scene

Lost in the memory smoke screen

Ears ringing and mind astounded

The days of being trouble free

No future plans of responsibility

Came flooding back so beautifully

My eyes had little tears

We were confident, a little Machiavelli

T.F.I Friday was on the telly

Now greying hair and bigger belly

What happened to those years

I love how music takes you back

A place,a time, a single track

Memories boxed and neatly stacked

Forever to remain

Until these components again I find

Until the stars are realigned

It'll stay forever in my mind

And I'll never feel old again

December 5th

Hello, Mr Ellis have you been before

Or do you daily dentist ignore

Have you become a herbivore

'I've been a little unwilling'

Come in, relax and please lie down

I'll grab my light and look around

Oh look at what I have found

A hole that needs some filling

I've never really had a problem

I've stuck to the oral curriculum

Now I'm feeling all mouth solemn

That's lowered my morale

Your teeth are really excellent

With healthy hygiene highly apparent

My mouth was quietly jubilant

This one needs root canal

Face is sad and feeling sorrow

Further meetings hard to swallow

Booked in for a filling tomorrow

I've got my appointment docket

I hope the work is not too intensive

As I'm feeling a little pensive

This dental practice is expensive

Feeling the pain in my pocket

December 4th

As we had toward another anniversary

My love was a seed, you're it's nursery

You're my primary, secondary and tertiary

This is my way of showing

I knew as soon as we came together

That'll it would be you and me forever

Just put your trust in the magic feather

I hope this finds you knowing

You are my constant,my guiding light

You're never wrong, I'm never right

You are the angel in my delight

Our lives together dawning

From now until the apocalypse

Until Southend with a bag of chips

We'll have each other and replacement hips

I'll see you every morning

You inspire and encourage me daily

I love you like Fornby loved the ukulele

As important as hummus is to an Israeli

As funny as you are lovely

So everyday let me see your face

and hug me with your warm embrace

be surrounded by your godly grace

You're small but always above me

December 3rd

I feel I’m losing my word battle

Herding words around like cattle

Desperately trying to originate

Unable to phrase formulate

Stopped in my funny tracks

Too far gone to go back

I can see the finish line

The first place trophy is mine

The marathon has be exhausting

With continual brain contorting

But I seemed to have tamed my herds

Careful control over new found words

Empty pages are slowly filling

Linger, ponder and general milling

Hoping that the words are found

So I can bring it all around

When I started my daily dedication

Before it became an infatuation

I used to enjoy my distraction

But I can’t get no satisfaction

My passion has now become a chore

I’m writing things I’ve written before

December 2nd

An amazing year, but the pressure is on

The last leg with my poem baton

I won’t miss it when it’s gone

It’s become a nuisance

How to follow up and proceed

If I actually complete the deed

What a thrill if I do succeed

Reward for my persistence

Comedy has been pushed my way

Could I write a funny dossier?

I’ll try to reheat that soufflé

What could possibly go wrong?

Oh the happiness I could bring

If I could conquer word jestering

Throw a wit punch in the laughter ring

Is that where my head belongs

But I won’t forget the poetry

This has set my mind free

Be as great as you can be

Look up instead of down

I could do it, there is no question

Evolve my hilarity into a profession

Join me as I accept my accession

I’ll happy take that crown

December 1st

When shall we three meet again?

Toast once more with apple champagne

To continue on our worldly reign

My two greatest friends

Be it comedy, music or F.A’s

Great memories of the greatest days

Never failing to amaze

Always good to soul cleanse

When together, it’s time I treasure

Discussing past times at our leisure

Your welcoming is my pleasure

You constantly enthral

Just chatting over a few beers

Worlds align, worry disappears

You are my other 2 Musketeers

All for one, one for all

Next year we will start surprising

Our minds expand as we begin comprising

Look out world because we’re uprising

Confident and urbane

We are continually world berating

Making us laugh whilst self deprecating

We are all geniuses laying in waiting

Until we three meet again

November 30th

People wrapped up, snug and tight

As Jack Frost begins to bite

The days so short they've lost their light

Hope for what's in store

Feel the snap of the winter chill

The build up of Christmas thrill

Much love to all and good will

it's wintertime once more

Winter brings the freezing ice

And the merry Christmas spice

A time for people to be nice

Thinking of their fellow man

A time when petty difference ends

A time for joy to ascend

Time for family and friends

Extend an open hand

Everywhere a happy scene

joining up from in-between

Lights bright on trees green

and perhaps a little fun

Hoping that the snow will fall

That Santa makes his annual call

A merry Christmas to you all

And god bless us, everyone

November 29th

My mind bullets have lost their aim

My fire is starting to lose its flame

The fun has gone out of my game

I'm feeling all at sea

More effort as each day passes

Should have paid attention in classes

My minds eye is needing glasses

starting to disagree

Got to build it up before it's over

Try to get back some composure

Need to finish and get some closure

This year is really dragging

I have put my mind up on trial

And want to end the year in style

Bring back my inner smile

earn the rights for bragging

Want to join up with the elite

yet still unfinished and incomplete

I will not face another defeat

it's all got too exciting

I've become more acquisitive

Found my streak competitive

I'm staying sane and positive

I've earned the right for writing