Rhythm of time
The Rhythm Of Time There’s an inner thing in every man, Do you know this thing my friend? It has withstood the blows of a million years, And will do so to the end. It was born when time did not exist, And it grew up out of life, It cut down
Judgement Day
I knew there was a reason I don't watch the news...
This side of the Zambezi…
Many years ago, when I was a volunteer non-combatant in South Africa’s apartheid war against Namibia, I experienced a life-enriching phenomenon, which I would like to share with my fellow poets in this corner of the galaxy… Why share? Well, I find
Misernomics
we're counting...on you
The Flipside
Your words ring of poison An there's hatred in the air Only you know your background But i'm sure no one did care Your opinion is tainted An a different point of view The intensity of your words Reflects broken images of you Broken from t
free
Who are you? so proud and tall! You speak of freedom, For one and all, A wise man, It is said, Learns by past mistake, Are we less of a fool, If the change we don't make? We are not the same! And never have been, For all over the world, And
Masters of War
You who are so ready to fight And spill our children's blood Why do you hide in bunkers so deep Like rabbits in their warren When bullets fly and death toil rise Your face you do not show Over maps you pour and strategise And work out all ex
Brothers and brothers of him
A thought about the path others dared to tread...........
unsagacious
http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/sagacious http://www.npr.org/2011/07/13/137831224/moodys-puts-u-s-s-credit-rating-under-review
Interaction
just wondering how people interact..........
The First Time
How conversation breaks down the barriers of fear when first meeting someone an how it can progress.........
The Tale of the Old Man (Part I)
The places named are actual places...to the best of my knowledge dates mentioned are correct...should there be errors I apologise in advance
The Tale of the Old Man (Part II)
In 1940 the Sixteenth Australian Brigade was loaded onto transport ships from Jones Bay Wharf heading out to the Middle East. Mostly very young and very few returned.
The Tale of the Old Man (Part III)
It took some time for wounds to heal My hip's still not quite right Released I was from duty then I'd barely turned fifteen My job at the pub was waiting still And glad I was to have it The basement's room was home to me A retreat from world
The Tale of the Old Man (Part IV)
The next year I worked so hard That time just flew on past Things that been let go too long Like paint upon the walls Nineteen fifty two rolled round A year of many happenings King George passed away The country was in mourning Elizabeth
The Tale of the Old Man (Part V)
A family we were contented with life Enjoying life day by day Beautiful wife and beautiful kids I had all a man could need Was in fifty nine that Billy Graham And his circus came to town We thought we'd go to watch the show To see this evang
The Tale of the Old Man (Part VI)
Our boys came back from Vietnam No welcome home for them Instead abuse was all they got For shame, Australia, shame Was in our pub that some were drinking When people spat on them All this for a war they fought Where they had no choice Th
The Tale of the Old Man (Part VII)
Was in seventy seven that Catherine moved Out to the Blue Mountains Mary went along with her Just to help her settle The news I saw here on TV It happened there at Granville The train had ploughed into the bridge And everything was twisted
The Tale of the Old Man (Part VIII)
So for me sadly I have come to the end. To stop after this effort is almost like losing a friend. I thank all who had the patience and inclination to follow my meanderings through history. Those that did I hope it was an enjoyable experience for it certainly was for me creating it. Once again I thank all.
Luminosity…
Many years ago, when I was still a young psychotherapist/hypnotherapist, I worked with a teacher whose heart was broken by her itinerant lover…, She was a young and beautiful woman, And, as she lay there on the couch, one day, Tears softly adornin
Hunger
We rip this world apart to produce more so that we can throw away more
The Price of Truth
I wrote this one in response to being the runner up in a contest, it was logged in the Library of Congress in 2003.
Mirror, Mirror on the Wall
In this day and age the magazines tell us to go for the quick fix. Plastic surgery is getting out of control when even children are having it to improve their self esteem. True beauty always comes from the inside and no matter what you do on the outside it will never change that. This was not aimed at any particular person however I have known a few people who have had multiple procedures and they were just as unhappy in their life as they were before. I am not against plastic surgery as such but I think it has gotten out of control.
the axe
notable that sarcasm rhymes with chasm, no h.
beauty in the face
http://www.npr.org/blogs/thetwo-way/2011/07/26/138698775/as-country-mourns-norway-names-victims?ft=1&f=1001
Returning her to herself...
I think God made a mistake, He gave me six daughters, But a daughter is the greatest gift any man can ever hope to receive, I’ll never know why God entrusted me with so many, I got out my car and took my 2nd little daughter’s hand to go into the
Beneath the Tree
History is full of cease-fires at Christmas and even where 'enemies' have gotten together and celebrated. Why is it that this feeling cannot be carried on for the year.
liberal political haikus
just a wee bit-o-fun...I shan't enter any political debate, but, of course, all are free to comment as they wish.
Homeless
We have all seen them
Man Will Change
Man will change like chameleon clothed in envy Amid the evergreen leaves objectives are concealed Man will change Like Vancouver doffing orange sun and Gaspésie dressed in white, pallid like them southern cotton fields; they are hone
Fallen Soldier
This poem gives a view into a soldier's view,taken fom one world and brought to a violent next... Dedicated to SPC.Walters A Btry 1/9 FA
Allah / Jehovah
Sometimes the stupidity of man leaves me speechless
Speed Demons
Thankfully it is only a small minority but even that is too much. One death is one death too many.
The Battle
If you are a follower of cricket then no explanation is necessary
the road that lies before me.
a poem about life...
Thoughts Accrued
The answer is here You need to look But by the cover Don't judge the book
Intertwined
The title should explain all
Children of Africa
I wrote this poem back in the 60's when still at school - remembering the haunting visions of the suffering children.....and today all these years later still the hunger, the famine and the pain.
Change
Sometimes we must fail To rise, sink to swim – Sometimes we must be ugly To be beautiful The goslings fell and fell Their first second and third Attempt at flying But they kept getting up Running and dancing Backwards and forwards Lifti
Trick-or-Treat
Seven-billion mark by Halloween; by 2050, estimated at three billion more. Contemplate: what is our planet to do? Will there be enough resources for me – not to mention, what about for you? Environmental damages, already great from various ag
Shaman’s spell…, a Flat Earth Internet Café tale…
the thing is...
TV...fact or fiction? good or bad?
did you catch my 'ordealing with'? one of these days, not today, I might pen something filled of non-word words...