Tag Archives: Feelings

A Fundamental Truth

 

dark sky

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

 

 

 

 

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

Any Cat Can

Sit patiently looking at a closed door

….willing it to open

Curl endearingly in front of an open fire

….daring it to spark

Look witheringly from its bowl to you

…..showing distain for your meagre offering

Scurry frantically from its litter tray

….denying responsibility for the smell

Lie contentedly in your lap ‘til your legs ache

….expecting you to stroke its head

Sleep soundly for most of the day

….allowing you to tidy its house