Catfordtonian Poet

​We have the works of William Blake, a poet of the South east London state
And us in South East London are an acquired bunch, we like to argue a lot and debate all nonsense that enters our minds, 
Is that a British thing? Not from me, I am a Child of God, Cypriot and of East end elk, strength through the timeline I find. 

I love the arts and the play of words, 
The love of God, and the time of go forth.
I hate debate I find that overrated, 
Love, dark comedy and peace are my vices
Plus the love of sport, the victory and the passion.. and not the material substance that has an attachment of prices. 

I like to talk what I choose to talk about
And refuse those who I do not have much common interest with, 
I may believe in God or what others see as a higher power, as these words are placed so quickly
I am not to be messed with, and possess a South London slang and do portray a depth that needs to be considered meekly. 

I love people and will always give the benefit of the doubt, 
I believe ‘love’ is the default of all things in life, we speak so negatively these days, 
I am a child of God first, not black, white, woman or man through these emotions I relay. 

I have tried to take my life
And knew God said it’s wasn’t my time to go, 
like us all, I have loved and lost people in my life, but not once did I want to go slow. 

I am me, uniquely created by God and loved by many
I don’t always want to be around people, as the emotions of others can be quite ‘heavy’.

I’ve been an addict and exercise like it’s my last breath,
The purpose of these words… is that we are all ‘word in progress’ , as I do like to face a test.

“From me… Jason”
Jason
2nd June 2026

Don’t leave on bad terms

​You leave this world the same way as you go in,
You avoid those you can’t be around that cause you to sin.

If others want a fight, let them…
You are here for today only 
The rest is a bonus which you work through, 
Leave on good term with all persons for whom you ensue.

This poem is therapy for others and me,
Like in the words of Muhammed Ali: “the hands can’t touch what the eyes cannot see”.

If others want a fight, let them try
The art is to keep trying, before the time God wants you to say your goodbyes.

So be at peace with all
And if you are not, that doesn’t mean it’s God you haven’t called. 

All I want is to be left alone 
And that’s okay for the heart to accept, 
But it’s only when life continues to run, 
Then take a step back and be with those who are actually fun. 

Jason
2nd June 2026

In my head…. (Addicts poem)

​Someone said to me ‘I knew you will pull through’
I know they didn’t wanted to hold my hand, or say I had a problem, 
By all means, they weren’t available to offer me help
After all’s I put myself in this position, as I conjured up a desperate yelp. 

I was fucked
i was angry as my Dad had passed, 
Yes we all face these types of situations, but the communication was one that I didn’t want to last. 

I heard people  say ‘perhaps’ and ‘maybe’, I thought ‘fuck off’ you don’t know what you are are talking about 
I wanted to knock them out with my harden fist, 
But what would that achieve? Nothing, I was ready to go back on the piss.

You see, words are powerful
And words are essence when sensitivity is relayed, 
But during this ever lasting journey. It’s only God who remains. 

“Spoken as a recovering addict”
Jason
1st June 2026

Take the parts…

​Take the parts you want to say when you talk
Take the parts from when you want to walk, 
Take the parts and remove them far away
Take the parts of laughter, for which they one day shall stay.

Take the parts, when hate turns into love
Take the parts, when alcohol and abusing drugs which once made us happy and then turned us out like thugs. 

Take the parts which NOW have no place
Put them in the bin and burn them.. try not to leave a trace, 

Take the parts when God reaches out and then you say a prayer
Take the parts of your humility which you openingly declare. 

Take the parts when prayer is part of your day
Take the parts of love, remembering people who are not around today but one day you shall see again
Take the parts of hope, as darkness turns into light my fair weathered friend. 

Jason
1st June 2026

All the best… one door closes..etc

​I met a chap today
A pleasant humble soul, 
Chatty, kind and focusing on a career changing role
He is going into teaching, looking at a curriculum that is never-ending, and a trade that shall never go.

Well done Ben,
Give it your all, 
God is holding you, and all you can do is try
Looking at the positives, and if it doesn’t workout then say ‘goodbye’.

This is a positive message,
One inspired by you for giving this new career a go, 
It doesn’t have to be glamified with colourful words as this is the turning of a next page
I pray for you my friend, as this is the next stage.

Enjoy the education and the chance to learn something new, 
You appear to have the guile my friend, now go off and pursue. 

“Wishing Ben from the FFP all the best in his teaching endeavours”
Jason
1st June 2026 

Addictions… one for the road.

​One for the road. 
That was the way it use to be, 
People meeting up through addictions, where they saw a crossroad they weren’t able to see. 

You see addictions is blind!
Some people can be in total control, 
We are blinded by the madness and didn’t want to take it slow.

I thought I was in control
And to be honest, my controlling ways was demonstrated time and time again
Today, I simply need to answer to God, and the  ‘12 step’ Big Blue book and my spiritual friend. 

I wanted chaos
I wanted the madness to match my mind,
it’s a bit like my weight lifting session, 
I would go for the heaviest and dangerous weight
as eventually there came a stand still.. where I was able to see.. and no longer debate. 

“Recovering addict”
Jason
1st June 2026

My Yiayia, Florenza

​My Yiayia (Nan in English) Florenza Nikiforou, 
The Nan and friend that I miss every day
The one who kept me calm when doubts entered my mind, 
She couldn’t read or write, but I wouldn’t change her for the world as her language was love and learn to be kind.

She was my champion
She was my friend, 
She was my zeal when I faced traumas that I couldn’t manage,
I was blessed to have her for the time she stayed on this earth, 
She was my ball of love where hope brought its worth. 

Yiayia Florenza, it’s been over 30 years and still remember your beautiful face, 
She was my hope, my light and my warm embrace. 

She made you a cup of tea without asking, 
Because she knew you were in need to replenish,
Her type no longer exist as today we live with impatience which is rather hellish. 

It’s like that old saying: “ They don’t make them like they us to”
And in her instance that was so true, thanks the heaves she was born, lived and travelled to the heavens ensue.

Jason
1st June 2026