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branksome

Tragic Disaster

I watched the TV scene of mourning
And saw a myriad photos of the dead
All from the twin towers collapsing
I felt sad for those who have lost
But at the same time angry the most
At the thought of it all being designed
Totally engineered to look like a fire
Aeroplanes sacrificed in a lame deceit
All beautifully arranged by experts
They will not have remembered
These things you’re made to forget.

And so the world goes on blithely
Brainwashed into accepting blindly
That it had to be terrorists
But it was coldly planned
You would never think it
It is just too hard to bear
Many can see and know
But Keep silent in fear
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Posted: Jul 2014
About this poem:
There is plenty of evidence.
It remains for historians of the future to describe aghast at the 20th century.
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Unknown

Decay

swimmin in the cesspool of this worlds lies,
lookin to a future where everyone dies,
their words invade the spaces of my brain,
twisting my thoughts drivin me insane,
lost in the darkness of this world I see,
just leave me alone, just let me be,
let me live my life to do as I please,
there has to come a time when everyone sees,
this world is decaying into despair,
looking to the future with an empty stare,
how much more can one man take,
wake up people for your own damn sake,
it started to happen, it has already begun,
our lives will be lead at the point of a gun,
the lot of you who cannot see,
you need to listen, believe in me,
we need to fear in what this world becomes,
For something wicked this way comes........
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Posted: Jun 2014
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branksome

Let it Be

There are no words to describe
The sacrifices made for you
The Earth Logos for eons of time
Those from outside sacrifice bliss
So that you may live another day
There are things ongoing
Stabilising the tectonic plates
Limiting storms and earthquakes
All in sacrifice by the few
The truth is known and spread
But is seldom heeded in dread
It is hard because it is strange
The majority is enslaved
In dogmas and lies
Great power is for asking
If you know how to ask
The power is not wasted
It will be used in full
Taking longer,much longer
That is the pity of it all
Let it be sooner.
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Posted: Jun 2014
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fjamesj9701

Mouth For War

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A burning decision awakened by fire
Will come and oppress
~ Us ~
The ones who will lose

In their confrontation
We will die for those cowards
For he who wants power will Destroy this whole world......

Burning Flesh, evolutions end
Bodies still standing
Denied of their graves
Where there was once life is now a landfilled waste
Billions of dollars spent on our destructive ways

How much of that do we spend on our preservation?
We live in a world of population concrete
The forrest we'll plunder as we rape and we murder
By cutting the chord that breathes life into we
Politicians for greed lust only after false pride
In the name of your vanity our children will cry
Not for freedom nor peace, yet another life I have claimed
But who wins the battle when nothing remains
~ Of ourself ~
~ JJF ~
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Posted: Jun 2014
About this poem:
War does not determine who is right - only who is left.
~ Bertrand Russell ~

Off topic it doesn't rhyme, how about that …Cheers cheers
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Ondos

Truth

Truth does not need dressing up
In glamour and shiny gloss
With razzle-dazzle, bright lights
Served dipped in fragrant sauce

Truth is simple, plain, and direct
Naked, complete and raw
Cuts through all the bull-shit
Like a diamond-bladed saw.

It’s guidance dwells in silence.
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Posted: May 2014
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branksome

AS False Reality

Theworld continues its merry way
On second thoughts it is not so merry
Imprisoned in this Hologram so blithe
All is in order or so it seems
But the order is not our making
Helpless in ignorance sleeeping
Like lambs gamboling in spring
We rejoice in innocent games
And in the end we die as slaves.
But hail to the heroes who die
Defending us from each other.

The time is nigh for change
Sacrifices have been made
By those you will never know
and still being made
Some of us have been drafted
As terran components required.

The world continues the charade
So play the game my friends
It is not forever
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Posted: May 2014
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branksome

A Fale Reality

rld continues its merry way
On second thoughts it is not so merry
Imprisoned in this Hologram so blithe
All is in order or so it seems
But the order is not our making
Helpless in ignorance sleeeping
Like lambs gamboling in spring
We rejoice in innocent games
And in the end we die as slaves.
But hail to the heroes who die
Defending us from each other.

The time is nigh for change
Sacrifices have been made
By those you will never know
and still being made
Some of us have been drafted
As terran components required.

The world continues the charade
So play the game my friends
It is not forever
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Posted: May 2014
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Unknown

All moving parts stand still...

Desolace and destruction is imminent for planet Earth,
No one knows when or how or why,
Mine is but to do and die,
Yours is for YOU to figure out in self-worth.

Lies and deception of every mannerism plus more,
none would know how deep the truth will go,
One thing is certain though for Humanity and all life here,
We've all got something to learn and do while there is light to show,
For inside each heart and mind there is a chore,
To live like there is none again for us in store,
Living and experiencing unlike ever before,
Grow and grow until you are able to cheer.
As tomorrow comes but once and forever is gone thereafter,
Lost in the concept of time versus space,
But knowing inside it is all just a race.
Deal with it...or not. smile :)
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Posted: May 2014
About this poem:
No one cares anymore about writers...just words and little of that at that,yet without us writers...there wouldn't be much social reform or values...just existence and instinct.
The Animals do this,it's natursl but effective to a creature that has no hierarchy or public structuring and socialism...for them it is all about pecking order and personal space...this poem addresses that as well as an end times scenario,in a certain sense...mostly it is emotional and suggestive to a higher power from within us all as God based or created from a power no one really fully understands.
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Stedan

Troubled Times

When we first met up we all laughed and joked,
different accents and funny talks,
drunken nights where many choked,
after all the training we learnt to walk,

Those early days were so much fun,
bonds of friendship amongst us made,
for others first time to fire a gun,
some of us even learnt a trade,

Basic training now over and done,
shipped out to different battalions,
fitness and stamina we were born to run,
we felt like men, we were stallions,

Eighteen and full of pride,
new friendships again to trade,
differences were always set aside,
this was the way we were made,

Skills honed in ways to kill,
this became our bread and butter,
always on the move no time to be still,
in our crowd we had the joker and the odd nutter,

Across the seas we were sent,
we knew the risks, we were on the same side,
no mansions or rooms if lucky just a tent,
in our minds the time to kill was for us to decide,

Those first metal tags hanging round your neck,
name, number, religion and blood group too,
embedded details for your kin, what the heck,
scary details of you, but only for others to view,

On a different shore but still part of the homeland,
reinforcing the police patrols to keep the peace,
it was our job being there we had to make a stand,
keeping your head down on those missiles release,

Petrol bombed and shots in the dark,
given a set of cards for rules to fire,
you never forget the sound of that rifles bark,
when you see someone fall and lie very still you know its dire,

Many years of this futile intense,
political wrangling eventually cleared this mess,
for those who lived in those times nothing made sense,
memories cruel and kind made you who you are nonetheless.
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Posted: May 2014
About this poem:
For those who remember the troubles of Northern Ireland and lived through this phase an insight into those who were sent on the whim of the political regimes of the time. This poem was in part a collaboration with Tar (Robert) we both know the stresses relating to being there (Falklands & Vietnam) and was hoping to bring about a tale of fears and scares that still haunt us to this day, maybe we will complete if our sanity holds.
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MrConstant

What's wrong with WOMEN?

I love women! but the selfishness I do not understand
Why are they dissing Men using a child cause they can

A tool against their Dad just to have their own say
Disturbing all others feelings so she can have her way

Women are smart, sensitive, caring and so very kind
Until they listen to there Mothers, this is what I find

What they are having against men I haven't got a clue
Ignoring everyone's feelings why is this that they do

If they knew true love! they'd give the child their right
Letting them have their Father without putting up a fight

Adults all know what's going on, the Parents are their host
Why don't she understand? it's the children that suffer most

The therapy for every man! is responsibilities with his child
Mom keeping Dad happy and tame, or he just might turn wild

Man's feeling are as deep and caring, Women just don't know
If She consistently gets in his mind the relationship will grow

Satan's favorites are she who's weak causing conflict and pain
Creating chaos within the couple, it's patience being your gain

When they're keeping secrets and leaving us in the dark
Men act out feelings are hurt! it definitely leaves it's mark

Men not knowing how to act what they feel! throughout our nation
If the Women would always just go to him and have a conversation

Things would work out just fine and women wouldn't have to pout
Standing by her Mans side and not taking off, is what it's all about
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Posted: May 2014
About this poem:
It seemed to me that once the Woman got pregnant, they want little or nothing to do with the Man. Now I understand the roller coaster of emotions She goes through during the pregnancy, but why must She make it more miserable for Him? Then She uses the Child to control Him.....what's up with that? Judge NOT or be Judged!
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