| Mike & Angela Campbell
Posted: 7/1/2008 5:03:12 AM | Mike & Angela Campbell
Mike Campbell and Angela
Are looking pale and white
After falling victims to a pungwe
Last Sunday night
Living west of Harare
Under the shadow of Mugabe
They refused to bow on knee
They would not be his navvy
So the War Veterans came
Dragged the Campbells to an open air meeting
Then like all good democrats
Gave the Campbells a damn good beating
Democracy has taken on
A whole new meaning
Awaiting on a better new order
From Mugabe's scheming
Leave Mr Mugabe alone
I hear you say
Time will tell
He will soon be on his way
So the good once again
Sit and refrain
And the demigod moves forward
In his locomotive train
Mike aged seventy five
His mouth was burnt raw
But you see he was white
That's a fatal flaw
Forced to sign
A legal wavier
He would not go to court
For justice to savour
As he lies in hospital
Broken on the recovery bed
Mr Campbell acknowledged
His black workers needed fed
He is going back to his farm
To help feed his nation
Back to his home
And more violent provocation
We trust in God
His daughter said
For we believed he saved father
When Mugabe wanted him dead
Daily these stories
From Zimbabwe arise
And thinking of the Campbells
Brings tears to my eyes
Human beings
Who just happen to be white
Targeted by Mugabe's thugs
For farming techniques which are right
They wish to work and feed
Their black friends and neighbours
But the West looks on impotent
At their hardship and labours
Black intimidates white
Black kills black
How long how long
Will South Africa hold back
We wait patiently for revolution
For the dictators of Africa to agree
That all colours in Zimbabwe
Can finally live free | |
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| Coco
Posted: 7/1/2008 9:41:44 AM | Coco
Tears of laughter
Ran from our eyes
Such a funny man
A wonderful disguise
Clowning to perfection
Make up thick and heavy
We all know the Clown
Likes to have a bevvy
He entertains us all
This master of joviality
How does he think
Of such delighful frivolity
His every action
His every deed
Provides us with the distractions
That we all continually need
He can't be an act
He's so genuinely funny
Well deserving of every single penny
Of his hard earned money
Even his slapstick
Is intelligently framed
Observations in life
Has been the Clown's real game
A master of situations
A master of black comedy
Hiding behind
His own self same parody
Who through their laughter
Can see the tears of the Clown
Who knows if he's sad
Perhaps reeling on the rebound
His disguise is so perfect
It camoflages his heart
So we laugh when we see
His face covered in treacle tart
But look if you can deeply
Behind the mascara and shade
See the enigma
As the curtains start to fade
He waits, he hopes
For someone to make him laugh
No one ever does
For they think he's simply daft
He has no feelings
He has no real depth
Cause he's only just a Clown
Foolish is their concept
His contrived laughter
His slapstick falls
His silly appearance
It seems to have fooled them all
They see only the surface
They see nothing more
Then the final curtain falls
And he walks out the door | |
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| Searching high and low
Posted: 7/1/2008 1:00:10 PM | Searching high and low
I took the high road
And you the low
Our paths that day they parted
Fast the rivers did flow
Over the rolling hill
Trampling across the heather
I looked long it seems
In all kinds of inclement weather
Onward ever onward
I climbed forever when
Where had you gone my love
Across dale or through the glen
I choose the path
The one to no avail
Wind was never behind me
No help had I of sail
My road was ever winding
Such wonderous sights I have seen
Searching ever onward
Looking for my long lost Queen
Over hill and drumlin
From dawn until the dusk
I search throughout these highlands
Because I know I must
Sunrise brings me comfort
That this day my search will end
Sunset tells me sadly
Tomorrow I start o'er again
No peace will I find
I must search my soul to seek
From the hollow of the shady glen
To Ben's snow white covered peak
I took the high road
Vanity called my name
For you I search my darling
My head bowed low in shame
Back then I was mistaken
Seduced by titles and gold
When I had all twas needed
To satisfy my soul
I have travelled many byways
Searched both high and low
Looking for my bonnie
Crossed raging rivers flow
No sign ever of her presence
In any hostel or inn
And so once again my search
Over these highlands again begins | |
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| Flower among the weeds
Posted: 7/1/2008 2:51:05 PM | Flower among the weeds
(Or Get the Slap Off!)
I loved your lines
The crows feet around your eyes
It mattered little to me
Still you needed a disguise
It was never your rouge
That I found appealing
Nor your mascara
That some men find deceiving
It was never your gloss
On your soft pursed lips
Or the gentle canter
Of those feminine hips
Your eyes so captivating
Never needed artificial aid
From animal based cosmetics
Which so quickly discolour and fade
It mattered little
If your hair had been coloured
These things being honest
I was never ever bothered
I loved you when you were ill
I loved you when you were frail
I loved you with tears in your eyes
And your cheeks red when you wailed
I loved you in the morn
When you just rose from your bed
With your hair in a tattered mess
And you eyes still bloodshot red
In your charity shop jeans
And your second hand top
You always looked stunning
I worried my heart would stop
Your natural radiant beauty
Never needed any aid
You never ever needed
Products from the beauty parade
Your rain washed face
Your skin soft and lined
Was all I ever wanted
For you they defined
I never wanted a clone
From the TV screen
You were an individual
Your personality could be clearly seen
Now I sometimes wonder
Whoever you are now with
Does he ask you to wear cosmetics
Suggesting you need a little lift
Do you feel you need some help
To keep him interested and keen
So you spend a fortune on products
And even more to keep your skin clean
Does he ask you to wear gold
Which you would only pale
Does he still think you look beautiful
On those days you are ill and frial
No artifical help
In my opinion did you ever need
For you were natures flower
Among all the artificial weeds | |
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| The Mediator
Posted: 7/2/2008 4:21:44 AM | The Mediator
How are you keeping
What's that you say
What is your name
How was your day
Tell me if you please
Help me to understand
What do you want
What are your demands
What are the issues
What are your concerns
What lies beneath
What fire doth burn
What are your views
Tell me some more
I need your help
Let us both explore
How was it for you
Please fill me in
How is it going
How will you win
These open questions
I put to you
For I honestly wish
To know your real views
I must they say
Build up a rapport
So with open questions
I gently probe and explore
I will give you options
I will provide you with time
Give you the confidence
That your time will be mine
Concerns together
We shall address
So you with my help
Can sort out this mess
I won't be dictatorial
I won't form a view
I'll be perfectly neutral
Fair to the both of you
You can rely on my neutrality
Confidentiality is the key
If you need anything at all
Please just stop and ask me
Go on explore
All options are still open
If you wish tplease take a break
If you have difficulty coping
I will be flexible
We can redefine your goals
All that I request
Is honest open souls
A willing to do business
To set one's rights to the side
So the Big Picture can be examined
And the playing field kept wide
I as your mediator
Will later reality check
Just so you can see
If you play with a full deck
You came here today
With wide open eyes
I hope that with you
Came a willingness to compromise
Now the time has come
To look towards a solution
Just remember that I'm human
And don't do devine absolution
To end with one closed question
In relation to what I previously wrote
Have you paid my fee invoice
The one previously noted in my quote? | |
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| The meddler
Posted: 7/2/2008 12:37:10 PM | The Meddler
So the Catholic Irish
And the Catholic Poles
Unite it seems
To subdue Sarkozy's roll
The Lisbon Treaty
Rejected out of hand
By overwhelming concensus
Within the South of Ireland
Was soundly rejected
But would mean Irish isolation
That was to be
Sarkozy's political position
Isolate the Irish
Beat them into quick submission
Then make them vote again
For an enlarged commission
So the Froggie President
Must be hopping mad
Now he has found out
That the Poles have turned bad
Not only that
The Czechs are dissenting
Now the smelly wee frog
Must be really fermenting
Better hit the vino
Mr Sarkozy
The smaller European nations
Are not very cosy
So the Poles and the Czechs
It seems may unite
To say to the French
Democray is all-right
Dictatorship is an anathema
In the European Union today
So take your treaty
We'll do things our way
Rapid ratification
May now be delayed
So Sarkozy argues
EU growth is now stayed
No new members
No new faces
Until we have dealt with
The Irish disgraces
The Irish will be made
The change their mind
They way they did at Nice
The previous time
So the French dictator
And his Teutonic neighbours
Can once again claim
To be the EU saviours | |
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| Hasina Khan
Posted: 7/3/2008 6:59:26 AM | Hasina Khan
Hasina Khan
A councillor in Chorley
Can't do her public duty
You jest! surely!
What's to stop her?
The fact that's she Labour
Perhaps cause she's a Muslim
And is in fear from her neighbour
Have the mill towns of Lancashire
So dramatically changed
That a Muslim councillor
Can feel so estranged
Unsafe on certain streets
Hasina has said
Abusive phone calls
Graffiti wishing her dead
Has the National Front
Or the BNP
Targetted Hasina
In her constituency
Sick vile bastrads
Wh0 make threats of death
To those of a different origin
Or to even the far left
No, it seems
Hasina is so concerned
About her fellow Muslins
Who have Hasina so spurned
Being a female
Of the Islamic persuasion
It appears Hasina
Should not rise to the occasion
Politics it appears
Is the business of the male
And Islam suggests
Not for the femine female
So Hasina is scorned
By the men of her own race
Who call her awful names
And spit in her face
Take heed all you women
Who live within the UK
You to should be at home
Having babies the Islamic way | |
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| Shadows
Posted: 7/3/2008 9:58:36 AM | Shadows
Chasing shadows
They are all around
On the walls
On the ground
Every day
Shadows I see
Sometimes I think
They follow me
Paranoid
I hear you say
But these shadows I see
Won't go away
For years I have chased
Shadows to find
Which of the shadows
Were actually mine
Shadows would come
Every day, every night
Climbing up walls
Contrasting with light
Images and shapes
Not well defined
Where they actually there
Or was it all in my mind
Where they my companions
My guardians, my friends
Or did they follow me
For sinister ends
Ghostly shapes
Following after dark
Caught by electricity
Highlighted by a spark
Then they would flicker
Then they would fade
Why did they come
Was it a charade
Did they follow me
As I chased them
Then they were gone
Fair weather friends
In the mist
On the damp cloudy days
My various shadows
Go their own way
Then I am left
All on my own
No shadows for company
In my safety zone
The clouds then part
The sun starts to shine
I look around the corner
My shadows I find
I chase them
They chase me
I don't ever think
From my shadows I'll be free | |
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| Visions of beauty
Posted: 7/5/2008 1:16:14 PM | Visions of beauty
Visions of beauty
Visions of dreams
Mere mortals reflect
Life is not what it seems
Visions in my head
Visions in my soul
Pure in my imagination
Untarnished unlike gold
Placed on a pedestal
Erected to the Gods
Placed deliberately
On an old peat bog
Minds eye vision
Blinkered perception
Acknowledged discretely
One's self deception
Looking for love
Mystified and enhanced
So we refer to a soul mate
And hope in perchance
Ordinary love insufficient
Love must be unique
No shattering of illusions
For that one we seek
Opportunity arise
Passed over perhaps ignored
Looking for that one person
Worthy to be adored
Blinkered deception
Time passes ever on
Fate has it's vengence
Opportunities scorned
Visions of beauty
Gossamer dreams
Webs of wonder
Enchantress schemes
Hope never fading
Confidence still intact
Irrespective of all the years
One can refelct back
Waiting for that one person
Destiny defined
Wondering and still awaiting
Needs to be refined | |
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| Consumed
Posted: 7/5/2008 1:38:55 PM | Consumed
Consumed with bitternes
Consumed with rage
Anger and jealousy
Rippen and grow with age
Incidents unintentional
Incidents sublime
Forever unrelenting
Pray heavily on one's mind
Gnawing at the deepest core
Gnawing eating away
The rational individual
Speaks words of violence today
The loving caring father
The compasionate, diligent mum
Change with bitterness and hatred
To dispise the thing they have become
Slowly insipidly
They get gradually carried away
Eaten by jealousy and anger
Nothing constructive left to say | |
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| Tell it to me straight (Or calling card)
Posted: 7/5/2008 2:42:13 PM | Tell it to me straight (Or calling card)
Say it to my face you bastrad
Say it to my face
Don't go behind my back
You fcuking waste of space
Say it to me straight
Say it to me fair
Give me the opportunity
Damage to repair
Don't give it to me third handed
Don't tell me by another
Call yourself a man
I think you are a mother
You listened to a stranger
To words twisted and wrong
Then you mis-scipted
Your twisted bitter song
Why did you not confront me
To see if words were true
To see if my words
Bore any reference to you
You put two and two
Together
Your mathematics is up
Your fcuking hole
Go on crawl back you reptile
Back inside you fcuking hole
Call yourself a man I said
Call yourself human
Your words you piece of excrement
Have sort of left me fuming
Do you have the picture
Or do I need to be more specific
You prance around pretenting
That you are oh so terrific
Then you plunge your dagger
Not straight into my heart
For courage is not your strong point
You old fcuking miserable tart
Go on plunge the knife
Straight into the back
It's your modus operandi
You old embittered quack
Next time I fcuking see you
I'll kick you bollocks hard
And on your balls I'll imprint
My own personal calling card | |
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| Secret place
Posted: 7/5/2008 3:03:40 PM | Secret place
Calm and peace my brother
Go deep into your mind
Love and understanding
Those you need to find
Heal yourself from deep within
Keep out the mundane
Use that bag of tricks
You know help keep you sane
You cannot blame another
Your destiny is your own
Move inside your special place
That to which you can run
You have a place of safety
A garden of tranquility
Untouched and unblemished
From anger and hostility
Retreat and take cognisance
Reflect on overarching goals
Go on, go now, go quickly
Before you lose your soul | |
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| Three Wishes
Posted: 7/5/2008 3:39:50 PM | Three Wishes
Three wishes I was given
Three wishes given for free
What was I to wish for
If I could not have thee
Three wishes two too many
Three wishes I did not need
Three wishes of envy
The concept conceived in greed
One wish is all that one man
Can ever really need
One wish given freely
To help that one man to succeed
One wish I was given
One wish I did use
And like the fable
That one wish was stupidly misused
Who now wants wishes
Wishes which never come true
Wishes are for children
Who know what with wishes to do
Man cannot use wishes
Gifts given from the Gods
For so often have those wishes
Been wasted
On wants masquerading as frauds
I can have no complaints
My wish materialised
My wish came true
And now I wish for nothing else
Nothing else but you | |
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| History repeating Itself
Posted: 7/6/2008 4:41:12 AM | History Repeating Itself
Ourselves alone
Alone no more
Ireland is again invaded
From her neighbour living next door
First their was Cromwell
Then William and his Mary
As the English changed a town's name
To become known as Londonderry
Independence and war
To drive the invader out
Ireland back then was free
The Sinn Feiners did declare and shout
Now once again
History repeats itself
As English blow-ins
Raid the Irish supermarket shelf
English yuppies
With old and new money
Cross the sea to Ireland
To a land of milk and honey
One hundred thousand Brits
According to the census
Have breached Dublin's castle walls
And Kinsale's sea defences
The freedom fighters of Cork
Must be turning in their partisan graves
As the UK fly-ins
The locals now enslave
Killorglin in Kerry
Virginia in County Cavan
Skibbereen in Cork county
Now all new British havens
Lord Mountjoy is now long gone
Over some four hundred years
And the new English conquerers
Dispell old Irish colonist fears
They come to sell their antiques
And their second hand books
Some I believe are employed
As hotel chefs and cooks
Their muskets are now empty
They now pay their taxes
As migrants abound
In the European nexus | |
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| Skeletons
Posted: 7/6/2008 12:13:22 PM | Skeletons
Skeletons in your cupboard
Old memories locked away
Things old dark and deep
Hidden from yesterday
Secrets no longer remembered
Sealed in the depths of your mind
Of all those many occasions
When things you said were unkind
Actions taken in temper
Arguements with voices raised
All now dead and forgotten
Press rewind and then erase
Skeletons in your cupbaord
Old bones hanging on a hook
Memories of deception and dishonesty
The happiness from people you took
The door is kept well secured
Conveniently memories start to fade
Of how you mistreated others
These now hidden in the shade
Then one day the door is opened
The skeleton has grown some skin
And old excuses no longer matter
Old rationale has suddenly worn thin
The skeleton's bones start to rattle
Making a eerie deafening sound
And in your imagination
Vibrations reverberate all around
Only one way to prevent the haunting
To lay skeletons in their grave
Buried with truth and honesty
Skeletons no longer to enslave | |
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| Dispute resolution - Belfast style
Posted: 7/6/2008 1:28:03 PM | Dispute resolution - Belfast Style
She accuses her out loud
In the middle of the street
She stands her ground
She stamps her size nine feet
No quarter to be given
Not an inch for fear of a mile
She screams and rants abuse
She's an adult not a child
Her warlike neighbour
Not giving a fecking toss
Stands directly face to face
To show who is the boss
Massive meat hook shoulders
Arms folded across chest
She's not bloody stupid
Nor easily impressed
That other fecking hussy
Shouts out all the odds
Behaving just as if
She's a gift from all the Gods
What did you call me
You brazen fecking cow
Say that one more time
And I slap your wrinkled brow
You and who's fecking army
You stupid fat old crone
Go and get yourself back
To you dirty shitty home
Go on get your auld fella
The drunken dirty slob
To fight your own battles
Go on, go and cry and sob
At least I have a husband
That has a proper job
Not a bastrad like your auld man
Who of the state does rob
Your auld lad is a scrounger
He's been in auld Maggie's knickers
And she says he shite awful
And we all laugh and snicker
I going to kick your head in
Don't you insult my poor old fella
You are all mouth no action
I think you are just plain yella
You and who's army
You stupid old smelly crone
Go on get back inside
Your dirty stinking home
Face to face
Nose to nose
Word for word
Feelings exposed
Long lived neighbours
In the terrace street
Standing outside
Each trying to compete
Who can shout the loudest
Who can swear the worst
How many words and sentences
Can you manage in a curse
Words loose their meaning
Sentences dissapear
Only disparaging remarks
Appear and reappear
The dispute origination
Has now been totally forgotten
As the two old biddies
Behave something rotten
A crowd starts to gather
The contest has begun
Some wag shouts out
The bets are now in fun
Then the first slap
Hits a redden face
All hell then breaks out
All over the fecking place
Two big brassey women
From the streets of old Belfast
Start kicking the shit out of each other
As one tries to kick the others ass
Fat Sally bites Big Saddie
High up upon the ear
The crowd starts to get excited
All the kids all jump and cheer
Saddie counters swiftly
With a beautiful Belfast kiss
She clouts Fat Sally's ear drum
With the knuckles of her fist
Clothes are ripped asunder
Blood flows coloured red
The over weight gladiators
Have hair missing from their heads
Handfuls of bleached hair
Held in each others palms
Breathless and heavily panting
All is finally calm
Two husbands arrive together
Both from drinking in the pub
Take each woman into their houses
And smack them on the gob
Don't ever embarrass me
One says to his crying wife
She comes alive with anger
Then reaches for the knife
Wee Billy does a runner
Followed by Sammy from next door
Sammy has just learned
Never to call Big Saddie a stupid old whore
Belfast style dispute resolution
Is not very sophisticated
One reason is the coppers
By both sides are all hated | |
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| My Imperfect Sperm
Posted: 7/7/2008 1:35:34 AM | My Imperfect Sperm
I'm over thirty five
Oh Jez I am of no use
No girl will want me
I'm so bloody confused
I was told as a man
My sperm lasted forever
Now they say
There is a scientific waiver
My sperm are imperfect
Because of my age
Hence I pour my heart out
Onto this here page
Imperfect sperm
Oh why oh why
If I were just thirty six
I think I would die
Now however
That I'm fifty one
I wonder if my wee swimmers
Will ever have some fun
I wonder if they know
They are no longer pure gold
And my balls must hang out
Dangle in the cold
I must wear loose shorts
To let things swing free
Oh instead of having millions
I might now only have three
Only three wee swimmers
What are now the odds
You might get impregnated
Curses to the Gods
No family allowance
No child benefits
Just cause my wee swimmers
Are no longer bloody fit
I'm still a young man
Still wanting to have more bairns
But that may now be impossible
Say new scientific concerns
No more wee bastrads
Running around Belfast town
Still no more used Johnnies
On park benches will be found
I could have populated the world
Before my middle age
Now I sit and mourn
My imperfect sperm on this page
No more masturbating
No more blatant waste
I must look after my three swimmers
For a lady of good taste!
Go on laugh, it's all in the best possible taste!  | |
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| My Imperfect Sperm
Posted: 7/7/2008 6:54:16 AM | OMG!!!!
I wish I could come up with some brilliant poem to leave you
Let you know how you light up my life
How the words you write turn my giggle box upside down.
I needed this this morning Dear Bird ... as always thank you ....   | |
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| Van The Man
Posted: 7/7/2008 10:24:28 AM | Van the Man
Van the Man
Is back in Belfast town
Come on you people
Boogie on down
With a little bit of jazz
And a little bit of soul
Come on and listen
To the jelly roll
Music for the connosiseur
The old age junky
Not ashamed to say
Swing that is funky
Brown Eyed Girl
Just one of his jems
Into the Mystic
Played over again
Listen to the horns
The piano thumping
See the old aged pensioner
On the table jumping
Van the Man
A Belfast institution
Has words of fire
Has the solution
Fcuk off you cretins
Have some respect
Old has been journalists
Get off his broad back
Screwed by old friends
Trading on his good name
Nobodies with no other
Real claim to fame
Used and abused
The gruff Belfast voice
Keeps his own council
That's his own choice
Give him his privacy
Your shilling buys only his songs
Not a piece of the action
Lizzie give Van his bloody gong
Boggie on down to
Jackie Wilson Said
Listen carefully to how
Greta Garbo privately bled
Songs to reflect upon
Over some four decades
Songs like Astral Weeks
Time cannot ever fade
Have I told You Lately
Down Cyprus Avenue
Oh Domino there is
Someone Like You
This Love of Mine
For Gloria is so true
But I'm Confessing
Being Lonely and Blue
Listen intently
To poetic creations
Only now and again
Comes a great from our wee nation
Forty years of magic
From a legend with rightful claim
Van Morrison from Belfast
Worthy of any Hall of Fame | |
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| Hallmark Words
Posted: 7/7/2008 11:27:06 AM | Hallmark Words
I got your cards
Your Hallmark greetings
Words in permutations
Word processed feelings
For several years
Several times each year
I got your cards
True love and much cheer
Cards selected
From row upon row upon row
Some crude and bawdy
Others with hearts on show
Complete with your signature
Your name written clearly
I got a brief note
On each February yearly
But no words of commitment
No words just from you
Plagerised expressions
From others aren't true
You never wrote me
Explaining your true feelings
No words could you say
When I was on the ground kneeling
A few impersonal lines
Written by others far away
Was not sufficient
To make me stay
How could someone so educated
Who knew her own mind
Never write more
Than a few casual lines
Someone who needed so much
Love and attention
I fail to see how that someone
Could not love ever mention
Was it your fault
Or was the fault mine
That all the words I received
Were all the Hallmark kind | |
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| Winds of Change
Posted: 7/7/2008 2:21:14 PM | Winds of Change
The winds of change
Are blowing outside
Can you hear them howling
Can you confide
What do they say
What words do you hear
I hear them howling
I hear them clear
The wind it whistles
It's warning is loud
It says beware
Man has got too proud
The downfall is pending
Doom is at hand
The winds of change
They take command
Flotsam and jetsam
Cleared in their wake
The earth is cleansed
There is no mistake
Unwanted garbage
Deadwood removed
The winds of change
By God approved | |
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| Mary Ann Clendinning
Posted: 7/7/2008 3:19:29 PM | Mary Ann Clendinning
1914 - 2008
Granny died
Hallelujah Hurray
Granny died
It happened today
Sorry or joy
For her, for me
Tears no doubt
Within the family
Goodbye Grandma
I'm glad you're gone
Your time had come
You lived too long
The Lord has called
He has taken you
In his arms
Today you flew
Safe in his bosom
Safe in his charge
No more this life
Need you discharge
You gave too much
No more was left
And now I'm glad
I am bereft
My tears that fall
Are now tears of joy
Memories of you
Since I was a wee boy
No more will I see you
No more will I wonder
What was going on inside
What your mind did ponder
Your sorrow is over
Your humiliation at an end
You have your wish
Gone to meet your friend
No more being washed
By strangers in the night
No more underwear changed
When it was not quite white
Now you can communicate
When before you could not speak
No more looking into your eyes
For answers to seek
Your torment has ended
Suddenly over night
You have departed this world
Body to weak to fight
I defy anyone
To have wished you still here
They wished only for themselves
That much is clear
Too long, too long
You watched and waited
To many medicines
Had you sedated
Sleep enduced living
Was not meant for you
Go on fly
We all loved you to
Ninety four years
The last few to be dismissed
For no quality of life
Did your present life consist
Your independence removed
Your self reliance curtailed
No more a healthy matriarch
But an incapacitated slave
Now you have your freedom
Now you have gone home
Now you are again able
Marble corridors to roam
No more helpers
No more being spoon fed
Grandma I loved you
Thank God now you are dead | |
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| Lillies
Posted: 7/8/2008 1:50:47 PM | Lillies
The lillies are fading
They bloomed early this spring
Petals start to fall
Still much joy they did bring
Large leafed flowers
Bells without end
Inviting colours
Fregrance to befriend
Pink and white petals
Stalks tall and erect
Throughout my garden
These lillies bedecked
Lillies of the Nile
The Africian Gaints
The Easter lillies
All from heaven sent
Then their are the lillies
On the banners found
Bound tight with ribbons
Each July bound
Multi headed flowers
With bright green leaves
Sometimes found on collarettes
Bound and weaved
These Orange lilies
Bring pleasure and pain
Carried high in the sky
Blowing in the wind and rain
The Ulster lily
Adorned by the Loyal Orders
Bring happiness and joy
To their brethern and brothers
Symbols of William
And his Glorious Revolution
Revered by some
By others deemed pollution
In my garden
They are all around
Tall and architectural
Grown from the ground
Year after year
They come back again
Bloom upon bloom
Many more to befriend
I wonder if they know
Their historical significance
Or are they just content
With their aesthetic magnificence
The Lily like the poppy
Embraced and worn
Symbols of a society
Once divided and torn | |
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| simple song
Posted: 7/8/2008 3:22:20 PM | Simple Song
I do simple
Cause I don't understand anything else
I do simple
And stay within myself
I do simple
Cause I don't understand
I do simple
Cause I'm a simple man
I do simple
Simple is my name
I do simple
I understand that game
I do simple
Cause you comprehend
I do simple
Cause I know the end
I do simple
To keep me sane
I do simple
Cause I have a simple brain
I do simple
You can do it to
I do simple
Cause I so to choose
I do simple
Because it's honest and direct
I do simple
Cause I can connect
I do simple
Cause I don't want to impress you
I do simple
Cause I want you to too be true
I done complicated once
It all went wrong
So now I only sing
The simple song | |
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| Free to Die
Posted: 7/8/2008 11:09:31 PM | Free to Die
Free to decide
My own demise
That's what I want
I make no disguise
Freedom to choose
My method
My way
Freedom to choose
My appointed day
Not be be confined
By your rules and regulations
Freedom means nothing
In continual vegetation
Talk of freedom
Is only words
No real meaning
Something absurd
If one has to live
Within a shell
A cocoon
Or stay forever
Within a hospital room
When quality of life
Is finally diminished
I want freedom to say
This is the finish
I don't wish my burden
Placed upon you
I don't want to remove
Your own right to choose
You be free
In your vegetative state
That's your right
To which I can relate
But don't impose
On me and others
Becauase you say
That we are all brothers
I'm an individual
I want to be free
Free from your rules
Free to be me
Free to live
Free to die
Free from explaining
Or having to say why
Pass a bill
Pass a law
Where the individual with guidance
Can simply withdraw
Build in your safeguards
Protect those at risk
But when it is my time
Please grant me this
When my body is wrecked
Too much pain
When I forget to go
To the toliet again
When my family
See sorrow within my eyes
Let me go peacefully
Under blue free skies | |
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