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Category Archives: Poetry
A Fundamental Truth
We knew it was to happen
Somewhere within a crowd
More terror visited uselessly
To try to make us cowed
The carnage and the mayhem
The tragic loss of life
This time a home-made IED
Last time a car and knife
What sort of mind can plan this
How mad must someone be
To be a bomb, a murderer
A lunatic running free
This cause cannot be justified
Though perhaps I waste my breath
There is no place in paradise
Secured through others’ death
Rejection
What blade can cut, as some sharp look
What fire scorch, like a heated word
What frost chill, more than an ungiven hug
No sound louder than love’s plea unheard
Fragments out of Context
Green flecked granite, now foot worn…
crying pitifully, tugging her torn…
condition, given its age, with few…
judges jailed the two…
rods are raised quickly, preventing…
dangerous posturing without thinking…
three egg whites beaten in…
on his cheek, near his chin.
The Write Words
Could I find a better way to say just what I mean?
I know I need the clearest words to set the ideal scene
Yet, for written words to state some fundamental truth
They must not fail immediately, because they are uncouth
But, like a thought that flashes by and cannot be recalled
Writers’ block denies my wants and literacy is stalled
Whilst others pen the perfect phrase, to capture and delight
I must sit with becalmed hands at my keyboard in the night
Budapest’s House of Terror
A corner building, grey and stark
Casts terror in its shadow
And evil’s chill lingers still
From times, not long ago
Ghastly crimes committed here
Repelling, but so real
With torture’s sound, below ground
To bring people under heel
Experiences
The truth of experience lies in change it brings
Yet all experiences change different things
What change might mean for you and for me
Ah, that’s the rub, we must wait and see.
The Grand National Horse Race
Today is the day of the English Grand National
I’m so excited, I can’t be rational
I’ll have a small wager, maybe two
Oh, what the heck, I’ll have a few
If my horse comes in I could win a lot
If several are placed I’ll make a pot
One thing I’d do with a sizable prize
Try out a new sports car, just for size
Then buy a new house, detached of course
Or maybe put my winnings on another horse
After all, once on a winning streak
I can give up work, as soon as next week
Let’s Talk
Come, any who with half a mind
Acknowledge dangers threatening our kind
For to the brink the whole world teeters
Led this time by powerful tweeters
Let’s halt the madness, pause to say
This isn’t a price we’re willing to pay
Don’t threaten, but talk, face to face
Only this can save the human race
An Idea
If you’ve an idea in the middle of the night
Don’t wait until the time seems right
Get up and put your thoughts to action
Before momentum loses traction
For none may have a similar notion
So you must put the wheels in motion
Jot down, at least, what came to mind
Just like this poem, not left behind
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