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A New Year

A New Year

 

The old year ebbs away,

taking with it many memories.

It is placed in the archive of life,

of our own personal journey.

The past is where it belongs,

inaccessible and unalterable.

It cannot be changed or revised,

only revisited and learned from.

A new year dawns which we await,

we wait patiently in the present.

The future is on the horizon,

shrou...

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A Juxtaposition

A Juxtaposition

 

He sits on a river bank alone,

with easel, a canvass and paints.

His is painting an old stone bridge,

which has several arches.

The stone has a sandy colour,

illuminated by the summer's sun.

It has spanned the river for centuries,

clearly reflected in the water beneath.

With deep concentration he paints,

a traditional artist paying attention to de...

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Social Media

Social Media

 

My father used to read a national daily paper,

he believed in most of what was written.

In those days there were few other media outlets,

apart from the wireless and until the TV arrived.

The official media is a bag of bones,

which I long to cover in flesh.

I am not content to accept or believe what it spouts,

I search for the truth wherever that might be,

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There is nothing left

There is nothing left

 

There is nothing left to go back to.

They have destroyed our homes.

They have killed our women and children.

They have dug up all the roads.

They have bombed churches and mosques.

They have murdered babies in incubators.

They have ripped out the entire infrastructure.

They have bulldozed all places of learning.

They have eradicated our cultural...

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Going to Church

Going to Church

 

Two ladies, an elderly mother and her daughter,

both Palestinian Christians were going to church in Gaza.

As they approached the church door they were shot dead,

by an Israeli sniper.

The ladies were seeking solace,

by going to a sacred place to pray.

They are now with the Saviour they loved,

at rest in that kingdom prepared for those who love him.

T...

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Future Consequences

Future Consequences

 

From the bombed out buildings and slaughter of Gaza,

there will emerge a generation of people scarred by war.

Countless thousands of young people today,

have lost limbs, their sight and any hope of a personal future.

They lie in makeshift beds bandaged,

because they are disfigured and blind.

They have no future which we have enjoyed,

simply because ...

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Abstain

Abstain

 

To abstain is to do nothing but sit on the fence,

a cowardly position to take in the face of adversity.

Massacre and the slaughter of the innocents takes place,

and we hear the words 'we abstain'.

This fuels the cry for justice to be done,

as the nations of the world demand such action.

The day of reckoning is not far from us,

as the dead speak to us from their...

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An Assault on Culture

An Assault on Culture

 

Culture forms an integral part of a nation's identity.

It speaks of a people and who they are.

It encourages creativity, enthusiasm and joy.

A source of pride for all to enjoy.

It says more than the national flag.

As it springs forth from the soul of the people.

Through music, literature, art, dance and sculpture.

A pattern emerges of who a people...

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Right or Wrong

Right or Wrong

 

This poem is about right and wrong,

or some melancholy and lamenatable song.

It is about life and death

engineered by power and stealth.

The chosen people and their promised land

conceals a nefarious and deceitful hand.

They have dispossessed a nation

by creating a deluded notion.

They have taken to themselves a property

by exerting their own auth...

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Loss

Loss

 

I cannot bear to watch this war,

as either side keep their morbid score.

We see the dead wrapped in cloth,

treated as little more than mere dross.

One by one they are laid to eternal rest,

each side by side in a line abreast.

Those who grieve cry and look to the sky,

and beseech God to tell them why.

No sound or voice is manifest,

as more bodies are laid to ...

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A Dense Fog

A Dense Fog

 

A dense fog pervades the atmosphere,

obscurring any sight of the nearby volcano.

Yet it's presence could be felt,

as the earth trembled with sulphur and cordite

 in the fetid air.

I could hear the sound of the nearby ocean,

a valve through which escape was possible.

The land was dark and foreboding,

no canopy of stars could be seen.

I stood alone fear...

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The Golden Thread

The Golden Thread

 

Throughout one's life there is a golden thread of hope,

in a world of personal difficulties and times of strife

this thread holds fast within our daily life.

When downcast and despondent it appears from nowhere,

to sustain us and uplift us to drive away any fear or scare.

When jubilant and glowing with joy it remains unseen,

but through those dark days i...

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Poetry at War

Poetry at War

 

During times of war and adversity,

there is a need for compassion in poetry.

As buildings crumble and distant guns rumble,

the poet wakes and in his melancholy does stumble.

The world has turned upside down in his sight,

which motivates him with pen and paper to write.

His mind and voice are harmonised to compose,

the horrors to which his eyes are exposed...

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The Little People

The Little People

 

We the little people are now better educated,

better informed and less vulnerable to deceit.

Once upon a time we gave authority to our 'betters',

now we know that we are as good as them.

No longer are the little people going to be misled,

we can read, write and think for ourselves.

We read between the lines unlike before,

and understand what corruptio...

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Fear Stalks the Streets

Fear Stalks the Streets

 

Fear Seldom confines itself to one particular place,

it becomes a malignant force for all to face.

No matter on which side of the wall you live on,

it permeates the mind and soul of everyone.

 

Those who instigate fear come from an ignorant breed,

they derive their hatred and vitriol from the same seed.

Their motives are riddled with prejudice a...

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The Abuser

The Abuser

 

The abused has become the abuser,

both have become each other as a loser.

It is wrong to take another's land,

and expect to stay there and make a stand.

The evils of the past have been renewed,

as we see daily on our TV news.

Two wrongs do not make a right,

and so both sides continue to fight.

Brutal atrocities now abound

in what was once a holy land.

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A Commandment

A Commandment

 

In these times of conflict 

people are killed by the day.

Bullets and explosions

claim the lives of many.

Revenge is high on the agenda

for the reason to kill.

Mercy takes a back seat

as terror reigns.

I was once a soldier

many years ago.

I am now mature in years

and am a pacifist.

One of the ten commandments

says

"Thou shalt not kill...

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The Disadvantaged

The Disadvantaged

 

The elite and wealthy can higher education afford,

as they approach, well dressed, their university to board.

This perpetuates the influence of the few,

when in reality there exists another human queue.

Those who cannot afford such astronomic fees,

are left in the shadows, broken and on their knees.

Thousands of miles away and close to home young men and...

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The Invisible

The Invisible

 

I believe in what is unseen,

as a gentle summer's breeze

does rustle the leaves of sundry trees.

When a ship is leaving port,

it is soon out of sight

over the horizon or into the night.

Emotions are not readily visible,

a kiss, a caress are symbols only

of a feeling so often unsaid and lonely.

Our thoughts, desires and ideas

are manifest in deeds...

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Youth

Youth

 

Youthful Days were the coming of age,

they were our salad days of outrage.

A time when lust took over us,

when we enjoyed each others touch or kiss.

Times when ambitions had not been realised,

dreams consumed our future mesmerised.

We ate, drank, and danced by day and night,

beauty was to be found in each and every sight.

Otimism reigned as depression had no n...

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Autumn

Autumn

 

Autumn has its foot inside the door,

in accordance with nature's law.

This morning there was a shower,

another sign of nature's power.

A chilly wind rustles the leaves,

in which the trees sway in the breeze.

The nights have drawn in to banish the light,

and its gloom soon affects our sight.

Clouds gather with grim determination,

to wash away summer's conta...

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Holding Fast to Life

Holding Fast to Life

 

Do we hold fast to life for fear of the unkown?

Some want to remain in this mortal world for ever,

as they cannot see behind the veil which hides the future.

For many there is only what we see, feel and experience of life,

so we cling to this life as would those who are adrift in a life boat.

We do all in our power to stay alive and are afraid of death,

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Gallipoli

Gallipoli

 

The merchantman cautiiously moved through the waters of the Dardanelles.

Fierce fighting on land and the beaches had reached a crescendo.

The crew was alert to artillery fire.

Bill Dawson a Mercantile Marine Officer stood on deck.

The scene before him was one of unremitting battle.

British soldiers were in retreat.

In the sea they held their rifles aloft with bo...

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Climate Change

Climate Change

 

We are living in a house which is on fire.

The fire has spread wildly and cannot be extinguished.

It has not yet reached our room.

We hear sirens, smell smoke and hear cries.

Death and doom are knocking on our door.

There is no fire escape, we are unprepared.

The fire extiguishers are old and do not work.

We have never read the fire escape drill.

Prac...

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The Global Elite

The Global Elite

(in praise of localization)

 

Monsters in high places,

with echoes of indifference.

Skilled in nepotism and ubridled greed.

A crucible of liquid gold.

The poor are collateral damage.

Cradled in luxury.

Consumed by vast wealth.

Authors of deprivation.

Reaping the harvest of others.

A global menace.

Suborners of governments.

The enemy of dem...

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The Media

The Media

 

We are depressed and oppressed by a relentless media.

Endless conflicting reports which are attempts at disinformation.

It is easy to become seduced by their messages.

Few if any report good news to gladden our hearts.

They are the harbingers of woe.

They rejoice in misery, calamity and are the voices of doom.

In their work I see a daily intake of grammatical an...

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A Guiding Light

A Guiding Light

 

Where are the leaders to take us forward?

Where are the men and women with a vision for the future?

Where are the orators to inspire us with enthusiasm?

Where are the statesmen to represent us on the world stage?

Where are those with original ideas to create anew?

Where are the men and women of Faith to give us hope?

Where are the adventurers to take us to...

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Martha

Martha

 

She would often stand close to the door with a furtive look on her face,

with her woven shopping bag in her gloved hands.

She wore the same clothes everyday as her wardrobe was sparse,

no matter what the season or the weather she was well wrapped up.

Her most prominent item of dress was her jumper,

knitted out of some chunky wool with a red heart on the chest.

At f...

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Contradictions

Contradictions

 

Life is full of swings and roundabouts..

Our earthly pilgrimage is a kaleidoscopic adventure.

In and out of love we are foiled by temptation.

War and peace are juxtaposed.

The young and the good do die young.

The evil simply soldier on.

What is constant continually eludes us.

The ignorant and the learned play together.

Sadness and joy exist side by si...

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A Library

A Library

 

A Victorian gothic structure of little renown.

It stands in isolation as a chapel does for prayer.

Yet within its walls and behind its doors.

There is an inner sanctum, a seat of learning.

A treasure trove of knowledge, a place of study.

Where those with a thirst for an intellect do inhabit.

Men and women, even the very young.

All join in this citadel of lear...

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Solitude & Silence

Solitude & Silence

 

Those times of solitude and silence become an oasis.

To retreat from noise and strife renews my life.

They refresh the soul and cleanse the mind.

Space is found in which to contemplate and be at peace.

I banish noise by unplugging all electrical appliances.

No telephone, no computer or radio can interrupt.

This is my sacred space.

These periods of so...

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Not my Home anymore

Not my Home anymore

 

The land of my birth is not my home anymore,

I have chosen exile to what was once so familiar.

on occasions I have returned to find a different place,

I am a stranger amongst a people I no longer recognise.

An alien in the much loved landscape of my birth,

I see my old home through a sepia lens from afar.

with memories now faded and replaced, as I am o...

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Glued

Glued

 

They can be found in any number of places,

from buses, trains, planes and even at the races.

Most find it more convenient to find a seat,

but as with most people they can be on their feet.

They all have one thing in common to play,

a screen, a mobile or a tablet to pass the day.

Engrossed if not transfixed they do earnestly stare,

almost as if into the vacuous th...

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The Art of Poetry

The Art of Poetry

 

Throughout history and many cultures the poets have plied their trade,

an art form stretching back across the years to the present day.

It is a talent which comes from an inexhaustable source,

as ideas and thoughts become words on an empty page.

 

The artist sits with easel, canvas and a pallet to paint,

his brrush strokes bring images onto the canvas be...

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An Open Heart

An Open Heart

 

I am recovering from open heart surgery,

not the man I used to be but age wears me on.

I was told I could live happily for several years more,

this optimism reverberates through my mortal frame.

It gives me hope and spurs me on,

but a voice whispers that caution is prescribed.

This advice haunts my every day,

as I adjust to each day being my last.

I ea...

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Luggage for the Onward Journey

Luggage for the Onward Journey

 

My destination seems somehow vague but assured,

as I stare at my suitcases in the hall.

When I arrive my needs shall be catered for,

but now I must draw together my belongings from life's store.

 

I rummage through drawers and wardrobes to no earthly avail,

as there are more possessions that no longer hold sway.

I cannot go into the night...

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The Authentic Individual

The Authentic Individual

 

Sacrifice not one iota of your identity,

defend with valour your individuality.

Forge your own way within the bounds of creation,

and yield not to another's alien notion.

Be the bearer of your inner self,

not some character of deception or stealth.

Look both inside and outside your outer frame,

and create for yourself another new name.

Do no...

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The House Boat

The House Boat

 

In a faded sepia photograph stored in an old album,

I discovered my father, sporting a beard and smoking a pipe.

He wore a khaki shirt and in one hand a fishing rod,

he looked directly at the camera concious of his bearing and demeanour.

In the background was the wooden structure of a House Boat,

sitting on a placid lake with mountains in the distant backgroun...

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Cafe al fresco

Cafe al fresco

 

Everyday they gather for their morning coffee,

a microcosm of the community in which I live.

Ladies in large framed sunglasses and elegantly dressed,

all gathered together under an array of parasols.

Old and young with coffees, cognac, wine and fruit juices,

as two waiters dart about from table to table.

The occasional vehicle passes by often unnoticed,

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Civis sum Mundi

Civis sum Mundi

 

In the Kingdom of Woke we are required to answer many questions,

to fill in forms confessing who we are and where we come from.

This is designed to give us labels to wear revealing our identity,

as did the Nazis with coloured stars and triangles.

What you see is what you get.

Name given at birth.

Nationality  (where we arrived)

Colour (several options)

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The Empty Quarter

The Empty Quarter

 

Nomadic arabs call the desert the Empty Quarter,

a place of eerie silence where only the wind is heard.

At night the sky is a black camoopy of starlit wonder,

beneath lies endless undulating sand dunes which do meander.

A vast expanse of wildreness which moves as the winds blow,

shapes and forms grow from grains of minute sand.

There are times when my mi...

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There are no Frontiers

There are no Frontiers

 

For the poet, the writer, artist and composer,

there are no frontiers, no limits of expression or will.

As the natural world in its beauty is a gift,

so the artist, writer and composer are free.

Their gift is inspiration which dwells in their soul,

an inner vision or voice which yearns for release.

The brush stroke, the pen and the musician,

are ...

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Taras Shevchenko

Taras Shevchenko

 

A Ukranian poet, patriot and father of Ukranian Literature.

A serf who won his freedom.

The soul of the Ukraine.

Whose statue was recently vandalised by Russian troops.

A freedom fighter who exhorted his people.

With these words.

 

" And glory to you, dark blue mountains.

Frost and snow protect you.

And to you, great hearted heroes.

God does n...

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The City of Shadows

The City of Shadows

 

The city of shadows and concealed memories.

Our aircraft flew towards Berlin.

That same flight path of so many bombers before us.

It was a winter's morning above a frozen landscape.

A train took us into a city of contrasts.

Through disfigured suburbs old and new.

Into the the hauptbahnhof, the citadel of all.

Then on to our hotel in the eastern sect...

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Birds of a Feather

Birds of a Feather

 

They come in all shapes and sizes,

from different parts of the globe.

Yet they possess distinct attributes,

qualities which make them stand out.

Let' peer into the looking glass,

and what do we see?

The Great Il Duce Mussolini,

who was an army deserter.

A pompous brat if ever there was one.

Then the failed artist,

the lance corporal in the R...

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La Ermita

La Ermita

 

I sit in the plaza outside the hermitage.

In the clear light of the midday sun.

A few benches are placed for relaxation.

From one of these I ponder on the building I see.

A  not insignificant structure with few windows.

Great thick stone walls encrusted in white paint.

A large wooden door which remains closed.

But opened on Sunday mornings for the Mass.

To...

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Black to Britain

Black to Britain

 

They came by ship on a voyage some years ago,

to a city which was paved with Gold, to the Mother Country of old.

Unskilled and often with trepidation they took their chance,

from the warm sunny balm of a tropical home where they did dance.

To a cold and blustery land of which they had dreamed,

and had read aloud from history books in school and learned.

A...

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The Subversive Artist

The Subversive Artist

 

From underground galleries artists paint and sketch.

Hidden in the corners of libraries poets and writers compose subversive prose and verse.

Articles and essays are written to challenge the way we think.

The canvas is awash to shout out loud.

The strokes of the brush and pen work assidiously with determination.

Ideas are formed, creative skills are bor...

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Autocrats

Autocrats

 

Canvases slashed 

throats slit

Nolde's duplicity trashed

books burnt

The Torah desecrated

flames and torches of hatred

rampaging troops

Wagner restored

innocent souls in lurid flames

loved ones asphixiated

innocent souls in flames of torment

Hell Rules ok

Vile screams resound

The eagle's claws clutch

innocent flesh

Again, now, today

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A New King

A New King

 

Many of us still live in the after glow of the Coronation,

we do so breathless with wonder and fascination.

Once again we are swept off our feet in awe,

as our King and Queen do us all enthral.

 

I prefer to live in a Kingdom with a monarch,

than some money driven self seeking oligarch.

A noble man to serve his people and nation,

is worthy of every saluta...

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A Book and its Cover

A Book and its Cover

 

A stranger comes into view.

Unknown and untested.

At a glance we appraise.

Clothes, hair, footwear and style.

All features are noted.

It does not take long.

A sense of the attractive is sought.

Sometimes present, sometimes not.

It is the face and its features

The hair, cheeks, lips and nose.

Which tell something but not all.

Then comes ...

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Strangled Silence

Strangled Silence

 

I have a friend in Russia.

We send each other messages.

That say nothing.

His father is a poet.

No news, only greetings are exchanged.

We long to converse freely.

But he lives in fear.

I say nothing of consequence.

To protect him.

Silence stands in our way.

We are afraid to speak openly.

He lives under a dictatorship.

I live with it as ...

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Sudden Death

Sudden Death

 

How could we face

the annihilation of war?

If nought lay beyond

life's shore.

 

To be snatched in an 

instant by a bullet or bomb.

To where does our soul 

eventually belong?

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The Agony of Separation

The Agony of Separation

 

Soldiers struggle along trenches and through undergrowth,

as the enemy waits armed with pensive anticipation.

Cold weather dampens their spirits and will to fight,

at home their families lay cradled in fear as missiles fall near.

 

One lives with the hope that the other still lives,

as contact is infrequent and painfully thin.

Darkness is a part...

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The Voices of Freedom

The Voices of Freedom

 

Men and women lie in the dust and ashes of life,

having sacrificed themselves for our freedom.

They take with them their courage by example,

we inherit their legacy, our liberty won.

Against tyranny and oppression they fought

to pave the way for all, a future with justice.

Poets are murdered for their verse.

Artists flee with the canvass of free e...

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A Gay Dismissal

A Gay dismissal

 

It was predictable,

pleasant smiles,

with concealed grins,

Pleasantries observed,

coffee served.

 

No sudden shock,

no usurper.

The dock unprepared,

not even a chain

or any restraint.

 

It was to be comfortable,

the rehearsed narrative

proclaimed:

You possess a life style

incompatible 

with our ethos.

Well done!

Shoul...

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A Nocturnal Holocaust

A Nocturnal Holocaust

 

A rumbling sound.

a wave encroached,

up the river.

Winged alphabetic lights

of angels in ascent,

probed the night.

Stars dimned.

A piano played,

foreboding chaos.

Havoc to despair

detonation

a thud and more.

A summer's breeze

as cordite broke

the flight above.

Swans cowered

a dog bayed

toys clutched,

faces lost.

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All for a Greater Order

All for a Greater Order

 

Blood drips on fields of ripened corn.

Stained food from guilty demons.

To soil the innocents.

Emotions on distant fires.

Ash covers a violated landscape.

Cries and wails.

The mist of misery descends.

Vanquished subdued.

Only obeying orders.

The sun fades.

Birds sing soliloquies.

Banners unfold.

Dark images pirouette.

Trumpets ...

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The Six o clock News

The Six o Clock News

 

Worry not, weep not, keep anger at bay

stay calm despite what others might say.

They will wring their hands to the distant sky

as others feel doomed and only want to die.

 

A war here, famine there, another strike

none of which I want to hear about or like.

Rise above this depressing news

and enter into a complacement and pleasant muse.

 

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The Old England

The Old England

 

The countryside has become frozen in time,

it has been granted a new life line.

The 'nouveau riche' have found a new home,

along with their rural pastures they do now roam.

 

The Old High Street with butcher and baker

has now found a new home maker.

Those rustic dwellings and rural life

now give way to those fleeing strife.

 

The England I once...

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Poet & Writer

Poet & Writer

 

I am a poet and a writer of no real fame

nowhere in the literary world will you find my name.

I write to empty my soul to those about

as is is not within me to rave and shout.

 

My needs are few and easily obtained

as my skills are few and largely untrained.

A pen, ink, paper and a quiet place

with no searching for any particular space.

 

The wor...

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Sincere Souls

Sincere Souls

 

There are few in life who touch our heart

as they become in our life enshrined and a part.

People of no great apparent distinction or repute

but whose abiding presence touches our very root.

 

From a casual encounter they arrive by grace

and unobtrusively begin to occupy a space.

They enhance and intrigue our very selves

into our hearts they sound like...

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The Hermitage of the Soul

The Hermitage of the Soul

 

Built in a solitary location in the shadow of a glade.

In a place miles from any human habitation.

Well out of reach and designed as such.

It rests quietly in a permanent state of bliss.

 

The world's cares are all forsaken.

No other soul but that of God is desired.

Only frugal fare is on offer.

As daily meditation and prayer ascend.

 

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Every Day is Good Friday

Every Day is Good Friday

 

A litany of violence is our legacy to a fallen world.

From the siege of Masada to the mud filled fields of Ukraine

we shamelessly kill, main and torture.

Under banners of false justification

we enter into the fray of bitter conflict.

Blood is freely shed and the land is violated.

Amongst the ruins lie the broken bodies of lifeless children.

The...

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Palm Sunday

Palm Sunday

 

They cried welcome with words of Hosannah.

Palm fronds were strewn before his way.

He came not in a chariot or on horseback.

But on a lowly donkey who walked the way.

Enthusiastic crowds hailed him as blessed.

Those same voices only five days later.

Shouted Crucify Him - Crucify Him

They demanded a murderer in his place

The religious leaders manipulated ...

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Trenches and Toasts

Trenches and Toasts

 

Lives are being taken every single day

at the orders of those who are not in harms way.

Many struggle through mud filled trenches

whilst those at home enjoy splendid lunches.

 

Gun fire threatens as missiles fly by

as the politicians continue to deceive and lie.

The fearful, the brave go to do their duty

whilst others take home their undeserved b...

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A Canopy of Darkness

A Canopy of Darkness

 

A canopy of darkness descends over all

an uneasy peace replaces the light of day.

We can barely see, only vague images are grasped

another feeling arrives clothed in concealment.

Other forces are at play as souls begin to fear

we stumble and touch to find our way.

Another darkness more foreboding is present

it instills disquiet and our souls trembl...

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The Presence

The Presence

 

He lives for me because He lives within me

my constant companion in whom I trust.

His presence is often transitory in nature

but also intense and yet at times unclear.

His spirit is ubiquitous in all I see

present in feelings, emotions and exertiions.

The author of all creation he commands

free will is his gift to those he brings to life.

We are finite ...

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Framed

Framed

 

They have become images pressed into frames

which adorn shelves and gather dust.

Faces which look down on us passively

lifeless except for the memories they hold.

 

Family, Friends and idols form a gallery

of distant cherished souls once here.

In time I shall join their company

and look at those I leave behind.

 

My father in a thick black frame

an u...

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The Perennial Jackboot

The Perennial Jackboot

 

Under the foot of a tyrant

many have lived and perished.

Others followed out of fear

duped by their own ignorance.

 

Dictators rule with rods of iron

surrounded by their adoring sycophants.

 A nightmare is soon given birth

to repression, horror and murder.

 

Dictators are like birds of a feather

as they flock together to conspire.

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Not all are the same

Not all are the same

 

In the midst of our good fortune we grudgingly welcome

immigrants, refugees and asylum seekers.

In the midst of human flotsam we see a tide of people

in slow motion, souls who abandon their all.

They come to settle on our shores in desperate hope

with manifold reasons and desires.

All represent deprived and tortured humanity

a want of food, a futur...

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The Last Journey

The Last Journey

 

She lay on a bed, a cluster of clouds

to begin her final ephemeral journey home.

Sleeping serenely with arms folded

across her breasts, the final chorous sang their requiem.

Silence with no clamour of applause only farewell

as she gently entered the slipway of life.

Her scented aura bathed her lifeless

yet uncorrupted mortal frame.

Through a whisper...

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Through the Gate

Through the Gate

 

She died only a week ago.

I accept that she has passed on.

She is no longer here.

She has left an empty space.

Not instant but over the days final.

She is elswhere, incommunicado.

But she continues to be who she was.

I no longer feel her presence.

But her memory is my companion.

Taken away into eternity.

Now with a mighty throng of souls.

I...

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Behold

Behold

 

With the gift of sight I can see the world about me

the sheer magnificence and complexity of all flora and fauna.

I stand in awe of the peaks and the never ending horizon

the deep azure of the ocean and a sky in perpetual motion.

I feel the breeze and watch as the palm trees bow in respect

as birds fly high then to swoop like acrobats.

Fields where crops are sown a...

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A Pilgrim's Life

A Pilgrim's Life

 

She had reached the age of ninety nine 

I do believe that she knew it was her time

A life well lived dutiful and true

Through years of war and peace she had come through

Her life had been exemplary in so many ways

And now to the beach of life she joined those final waves

 

From a life of intense activity and care

She had reached the final heavenly s...

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Through the Darkness

Through the Darkness

 

I lay enveloped in the pitch darkness of my room

In those early hours I was assailed by personal concerns

I wrestled for answers and wished for sleep to return

The darkness exaggerated my dilemas as I prayed for more sleep

I turned from one side to the other loathing this nocturnal intrusion

I grew weary but sleep was not within my reach as the darkness ...

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Larger than Life

Larger than Life

 

He comes to visit me more often these days

Seldom by invitation he arrives unannounced

I welcome him always as to receive the droplets of his grace

His visits are brief but fortuitous in their essence

 

I see him in all I see, not in glimpses but in a fullness

He pervades my thoughts as does the fragrance of beauty

Doubts once held have fallen away

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Money for what?

Money for what?

 

We have money for wars but not for the poor

they build tanks to kill each other, that's for sure

Missiles fly thro' the sky and destroy a home

and take away all that I own

 

They conscript young men and women to fight

as civilians cower in basements without a light

The bodies of young and old are thrown into the ground

they have all died without murm...

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Smithereens

Smithereens

 

The bridge is destroyed

with fallen masonary in the river beneath

The occasional missle or drone shoots past the window

of my multi storied apartment

Where I lay on an unmade bead with soiled sheets

slowly sipping a glass of the finest malt whiskey

It is the last bottle from my hidden store room

where a few other tranquilizing agents are to be found

I am...

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Wisdom is Born

Wisdom is Born

 

The varnish of life has given way

to the grains which now hold sway

Twinkling eyes are now gently dimmed

as the beard I wear is seldom trimmed

 

From this aged and sallow countenance

is a voice worn by years of utterance

But behind these wrinkled features

is the mind of an old and wise teacher

 

The mortal frame now creaks with age

but a mind...

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The Bonds of Love

The Bonds of Love

 

Dear links through which barriers are forged

where time and distance own no score

To those longed for and cherished still hold fast

with unbroken bonds which will forever last

 

Life nor death can intrude on those we love

a link once established grows further above

Hearts and minds are entwinned as one

family and friends beat on the same drum

 

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Life's Mysteries and Fears

Life's Mysteries and Fears

 

We walk through the maze of a mysterious life

treading carefully through dangerous mine fields

Confounded by darkness and swirling mists

We awake with trepidation and alertness

and enter the fray with pensive anxiety

Nothing seems to make any sense

 

Upside down and inside out

we are confused and riddled with doubts

Assailed by fact and...

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Not yet Dead but Buried

Not yet Dead but Buried

 

A disc jockey once said

"a rave from the grave"

"a revive forty five"

as the turn table began to spin

and the music blared into life

 

Those of seventy years or more are written off

a generation of little or no value

has beens

They are told they live in the past

the time has come to listen to the present

The voices of youth are the d...

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All things are.....

All things are.....

 

All things are only by comparison

Years ago as a boy I played and stumbled

across the bombed ruins where I lived

It was all I knew and all I could see

The world was like an old sepia photo

we lived in a prefab built on a bomb site

My mother shopped with coupons as food was rationed

we took a rickety old pram to the coal yard

to bring home our coa...

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