Life's Looking Glass
Rows of chimney pots do their still smoking dance
Then thru our windows early morning glance,
By chance ‘Is it raining? '
Sometimes a sunny day is gaining,
Thru life's looking glass
In the poorest lane
The garbage cans stand still,
No reflection from the old wooden fence in vain,
A black cat rattles a rusty tin can
The cobbled road portrays its oldness.
It's a holiday today so run up'n'over the holiday hill
The vacation window glints
Sunshine sparkles on wavy sea stints,
Tiny fingers slide and squeak
Thru the window little faces doth peak
Sand castles beckon without fail
Children's footprints for ever tread this barefoot trail.
Another day another glance thru the looking glass,
Another lesson learning in life's learning class
Now who on earth would learn any faster
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Truth Never Masquerades
In the garden of life
Truth never masquerades,
It walks proud as truth only can
Planting seeds in the weeds of lies,
Trade winds carry the seeds of truth
O’er mountains and stormy seas,
Flying around the world like bees.
This day seeds rest in Pakistan
To burrow in the words of
The sport of BEAR BAITING!
What is this you might ask?
Its ugliness and an insult to the word of sport,
Together with unspeakable cruelty
A downright lie.
An insult to children of the world and
Their image of teddy bears,
This despicable act of tying bears to a stake
Then setting viscous trained dogs onto them!
Bears that have been stolen young, teddy bear young.
Animal peace is a God’s divine right,
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The Rain Of Fire Australia [ Feb 2009 ]
Victoria when you cry for us
We did not die in vain,
For we have started a revolution
to ease the pain.
A revolution in communication,
To ease the pain
So this will never ever happen again.
This sunburnt land of tinder bush demands respect,
A drill we must apply past errors to reflect.
As the demons of death exhaled their breath
The devil unleashed his rain of fire.
Which way to go, now, later, east or west,
An explicit exit plan is surely best,
To stay with hose and hope is an also ran.
All public buildings display a fire exit plan,
Teach from early days,
Show to safety all the ways from home,
In every home and office ring alarms
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Sensibility
The five senses of man
sight, smell, touch, taste and hearing
are mandatory.
This makes you feel expeallagrandatory,
For sight for seeing the funny side of life,
Smell for inhaling laughing gas,
Touch for touching the funny bone,
Taste for the good life and,
Hearing for a rib tickling joke.
The sixth sense ESP. is only for the few.
The lucky are blessed with the seventh sense,
A sense of humour.
Like the barman answering the lady penguin’s question
“Have you seen my husband he drinks here a lot? ”
“Lady we get lots of drinkers in here, what does he look like? ”
Most important of all
This humorous sense stands tall,
It opens your emotional sensibilities
So grab your lover for platform seven
To travel on the happy train,
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Bully’s Waterloo
Some day you will meet your Waterloo
Who's someone sick just like you,
Another with an inferior complex
Preying on the weak satisfying your vex,
Coercing your will with fear
Planning your ploy on someone’s son so dear,
The centre of your gang with babbling brains
Just to satisfy your twisted complex gains,
You start young always at any school
In life’s hindsight you are the cunning fool.
Just for all too fully understand you fully
You are the dumb cluck school bully,
What you don’t understand some time in life
In years ahead you may be in a life threatening strife,
Laid on an operating table under the surgeons skill
Who is the very schoolboy you made unhappy and ill,
We all need someone’s help in our life and expect
Thru our life servility freedom and respect,
The bully’s days are numbered now
U tube has shown us how.
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if I Was The Leader Of The Pack
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If I was the leader of the pack
I would eradicate
Murder wars and hate
Each person would have
On his back
A rucksack containing
Three books
One on love of everything
One on Giving and sharing
Lastly one on religious understanding
If one prays to a stone or
A mountain a mosque or a church
Do not mock them
Their belief is a divine right
Their God is in everything
If they shave their head
Wear a turban, cover their head
Grow long hair
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The Owl
The wind whispered natures breath calm, soothing
The still trees silently grasping mother earth
Caressing the breeze with their soft beckoning leaves
Old moon looks on beaming his face with the usual mirth
Nightfall fills with darkness that sleeping never sees
Wake up calls triggers the wise old owl the master of the night
His see thru eyes scanning the well worn food trails
Free fall wings no beat talons gasp prey no time for fright
Since time began the skilled killing machine never fails
Athena the Goddess of wisdom chose the owl to rest on her arm
She knew this creature was blessed with extreme night sight
A fitting emblem for wisdom the owl cool collective and calm
Indeed again truly the hunting master of the night
Gods wisdom bestowed for nature to survive
Talons for a forest shopping basket
To live life's purpose and truly stay alive
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The Curse Of Ethnic Cleansing
Scrub until the blood flows
The skin dissolves
The bones are bare,
You can’t eradicate ethnic sickness there
The plague of death hides in twisted DNA,
Guns are born for death’s fare.
Born with covered face
Human hate spawns the devil’s floor
Never drying in the rusty blood red cracks,
Minds pierced oozing sanity to oblivion
The band wagon rides the tide of slaughter,
Eyeless skulls silent explain the facts.
The seeds of racial hate
Carried in a wind of knives spawn the hell
To lay the murders in print in court for,
International justice of sorts who in
History and past endeavours have
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Summers Garden Sanctuary...
..., Summers Garden Sanctuary...
The sun’s rays pierce thru the bathroom window
Mirrored reflections spill sunshine into the white bath,
A vast unescapable dry canyon to the two tiny baby spiders
Trapped in their quest for water having travelled from the heat
Of the inner roof via the ceiling fan grid,
The hot Australian sun prepares to cook the day a gentle hazy brown.
I Take a white tissue and moisten a corner with my tongue and place
It over the two tiny spiders, who are held for a moment,
I gently fold the tissue trapping my quarry.
I quickly take them out to the garden and place them with the flowers,
A flick to the tissue and the spiders are gone safe and sound
Two little lives saved today,
It’s funny a feel good syndrome fills my body.
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Death of A Loser...
I follow my footsteps of long ago ...,
Covered in that misty fog
That cloaks reasoning,
Making paths choice left instead of right,
A boy that thought he was a man as
Refusal portrayed weakness,
Be mighty join the gang
Be a part of the fateful start.
Sniff a drug that kills realities bug
“You stay in the car with your gun”,
The other three enter the bank
Shouts shattering glass, bang a gun goes off,
Running swearing jumping into the car
One two three, a policeman grabs the door,
I raise my gun...bang oh Christ what have I done,
Tyres burn we disappear into the sun.
I follow my footsteps of long ago
The blind steps of hindsight,
“A roast chicken dinner please
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