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Long poem by Walter T. Ashe | Details |

The Thieves Of Our Hearts

                                       "The Thieves Of Our Hearts!"

                                              Whomever you are
                                           you've been a victim too
                                     of a very heart wrenching crime!
                                           You're not the only one
                                             this has happened to,
                                               because it happens 
                                                      to many
                                                   all the time!

                                                  You will never 
                                                   see it coming.
                                                The method used 
                                                   is the utmost 
                                                      in stealth!
                                                   Yours is added 
                                                  to the collection,
                                                that only increases 
                                                     their wealth!

                                                 There's never, ever 
                                               been a capture before!
                                                A description of them
                                                    does not exist!
                                                    The only thing 
                                                that's always known 
                                                       as evidence
                                               about this crime is this....

                                                 No one.... "NO ONE" 
                                                  is ever really safe!
                                                    Nothing works....
                                            NEITHER LOCK NOR KEY!!!
                                                 I do have something
                                                   I must confess....
                                                 see this crime also
                                                   happened to me!

                                                  I wanted to report
                                                   this heinous act!
                                                    I'm sure you've 
                                               thought the same too!!!
                                                 To tell you the truth-
                                                   it will never stop....
                                                 there's more victims
                                                than just me and you!

                                                     But I also must
                                                  make a confession,
                                                    there was a time,
                                                    I employed those
                                                        who do this,
                                                 and I know for a fact
                                                    you did the same....
                                                     we're both guilty
                                                      of being amiss!

                                                    See they'll work for
                                               whomever employs them!
                                                     They have no set 
                                                       place nor time,
                                                     and they're very, 
                                                          very good 
                                                      at what they do....
                                                       see, this crime
                                                    is still on the climb!

                                                       "SO BEWARE".....
                                                      there will always
                                                    be this crime spree! 
                                                  What they do are true
                                                      works of the art!
                                                       As I write this 
                                                       the victims are
                                                          piling up,
                                                      "RIGHT NOW".....
                                                 they are the victims of
                                             "The Thieves Of Our Hearts!"


Copyright © Walter T. Ashe | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by Robert Amure | Details |

The Lay of The Best Man - Part 4

The Lay of The Best Man - Part 4

I ask you this: Have you ever known a man to ‘buckle under stress’?
Or have you never seen a man have a ‘moment of madness’?
Have you not heard about the unfortunate Child Physician.?
Lynch-mob [illiterate] shout “Paedo!!”… at a Paediatrician?!?!
Have you never heard of the man who acted upon ‘voices’ in his head?
May be true, may be false, who knows? But he’s left another… dead!

Where are all your Psychiatrists? Surely the world should be safer!
They claim to understand man’s mind so that we do not ….suffer.
Where are all your …..Psychologists - to prevent the incessant rot?
Have they not simply compounded the demise of your lot?
Tell me: of what good is the skilled Physician that has just saved a life…
Only to drive recklessly …..and then kill another man’s wife?

Look at the ‘nice’ man right beside you, and please confirm my advice.
Is he sexist/racist/homophobic or xenophobic? Call that ‘nice’?
Any form of hatred or bigotry exposes man to vitiated practise
All forms of prejudice renders the mind to miscarriages of justice.
The Road to Perfection may be arduous and impossibly long
But the Road to Perdition is a short-cut to where the Damned belong.

I’ve seen men baulk at good advise with sheer revulsion.
The truth of my words will be made manifest by their very reaction.
They shall think me sanctimonious and await my downfall
Or wish me harm and set their traps to defeat my life-protocol.
Come ‘Dies Irae’, I shall be triumphant, ‘Deus Volente’
‘Initium Sapientiae Timor Domini’ ……that, surely, is my stay!

I’ve seen men cold and calculating they orchestrate violence
Any scapegoat will do, to this end, they manipulate evidence.
Taking innocent lives, they have bayed lustfully with the pack
For fun, sport, or revenge, unjustly thrill in beastly attack.
With merciless disregard for person or property, they blight.
Dishing out ruthlessness, whether victim be in the wrong - or right.

All is not well with the world yet most flatly refuse to see the worst in mankind.
This just proves that both they and the rabble are truly one-of-a-kind.
They live life as though everything is fair - as in a ‘quid pro quo’ bazaar
The ‘Extraterrestrial’ asks "How are things?"; they reply: comme ci comme ca…
May I please suggest a tete-a-tete and insist: ‘come, Sir, …come see’….
All is not as it seems, for man’s first love is for ‘self’,  and not for humanity! 

Why do so many still denigrate a woman and take her for granted?
Despite what you say, deep within many, I know it’s been indoctrinated.
She may seem strange to you, but maybe you’re just as strange to her!
She is your equal …and ‘respect’ is not the preserve of one gender over another.
You may think you are big and mean, but it doesn’t mean she’s weaker …. cowed.
Her spirit is much more stronger, therefore you cannot break her! Coward!

Can a woman do what she wants with her body? Of course! Why kick up a stink??
Can a girl wear heels and dress all in pink? That’s her choice. What do you think??
Should she be able to walk in safety at all hours - in skimpy dress? Ideally: Yes.
Should she be comfortable with her gender without duress? Definitely! What else?
These things that she does, are never the problem and never a crime. That’s fact.
The many problems and crimes that disrupts her life are mainly men!!! …How they act.

There can be no argument that there are a few good men - very few indeed.
Those who will not stand by and gawp as they see a dying man bleed.
Yes, it is true that the first instinct of man is to assist the victim in need.
But for some, temptation grows, along with the dark shoots of greed.
How easily a good heart can get corrupted should be a warning to heed!
Vanitas vanitatum omnia vanitas, ….. this is the mainstay of man’s seed.

Of course I expect many to read [and mock] my work. I say to them: Good luck.
Continue to pretend that this world and it’s stock is not running amok.
One man is repulsed by another because they are of a different race?! Pah!!
Do you realise you’ve just inhaled the same air that once exited his face? Hah!!!
You can call it racism, jingoism, …..or if you prefer, plain old ‘prejudice’….
Sadly it will never end (let’s not pretend), as we head for the final precipice!

(The Fg 81.5.8)

Comme ci, comme ca  & …tete-a-tete (French) -  Like this like that &  ‘….head to head’ discussion

‘Deus Volente’ (Latin) - God Willing

Dies Irae (Latin) - Day of Wrath

‘Initium Sapientiae Timor Domini (Latin) - The Fear of The Lord is the Beginning of Wisdom.

Quid pro quo (Latin)  - Something for something

Vanitas, vanitatum, omnia vanitas (Latin) - Vanity upon vanities, all is vanity!

Copyright © Robert Amure | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by Robert Amure | Details |

The Lay of The Best Man - Part 5

The Lay of The Best Man - Part Five

Have you heard about the bespectacled man who wore his glasses to bed?
Because when he awoke mornings his dreams were all blurry in his head.
And what about the obese man who wanted to lose weight the easy way? Know what he said?
‘I’ll increase my carnal pleasures with the wife instead, and … kill Two Stones with one ‘Bird’’.
Foolish men. You sprint where Angels fear to tread and tell the Devil to go to Hell
Still, were it not for you, this world would be devoid of heroes; that much I can tell.

Please bear with me while I expose your moroseness and clarify your moronity.
Why a pained death aged 100, thanks to science,  rather than one at 80 with dignity?
Have you ever thought that always being prepared is the best practise to perfection?
Is it not better to strive for something beneficial, even if in vain, than to take no action?
Do you really think that microbes cannot control your behaviour? It’s all about survival.
And how does anyone know that microbes are not averse to  smell or sound? Fiction or factual? 

The proportion of water covering the Earth is the same as within the human body.
But tell me: How many find this not to be the strangest unlikely parody?
Also, how come the natural colours of the Earth are the same colours as man’s eyes?
All creatures, great and small, mourn their dead, so why can’t trees? No matter the size.
If a tree can make sound and move, breathe as you breathe, and grow like you grow,
Why then should it not see like you see, think like you think, and know as you know?

Oh yes, the ‘convenient’ Christian; please ask him to quote the Fifth Commandment.
......now watch him squirm as he feebly pleads the Fifth Amendment.
Many fail to 'Beware the Ides of March', deferring instead to Medicine and the Holistic
When in truth they should be referring to His Rod and Staff: The Holy Stick.
Your Scientists talk about Gravity and viscosity, sparks and quarks, and the Quantum feat.
But let’s be clear there’s another force, a human force; ….pray!! …..never the twain shall meet!!!

I reaffirm my avowedness to defend both the woman and the child.
Not only this, but also to defend the destruction of creatures of the wild.
In an ideal world the man would take the lead for an exemplary life and be beyond reproach
Instead his despicable ways is far from impeccable and he is not much better than the cockroach.
He swats the fly and and butchers the whale, ….and he must kill that Killer Bee.
But strange as it seems, he courts the ‘crims’, recidivists, …and leaves the killers be!?!?

Remember this: one has no choice in their gender, colour, or sexual orientation.
So please stop your hating, constant assaults, malice, and casual discrimination.
I am what I am by virtue of Life’s choice and mysteries unknown.
Just as you are what you are - by what Nature’s seeds have sown.
Be witness: If I have hurt no man, woman or child; not a tree nor creature free; I leave them be,
Why then should you hate me? …when you should be hating yourself for hating and mocking me!

The earth re-heals it’s good heath with fire, brimstone and seeping magma.
The Man repels all good health, many are covered in filth - a sapping stigma. 
Like a growing infestation of fungus and mould, their flesh obliterates Earth’s surface
Much worse than this: this festering eye-sore sore I see has even contaminated outer space!
I do see ‘ups’, but saw more ‘downs’; like a see-saw ..repeating; man seldom learns from history
Understand this: every single life, no matter how brief, has it’s own story. so give it due glory!

Remember Mr Good Character who, oblivious, crushed Aunty Ant, the bug?
Well, one day as he strolled, oblivious, he got assaulted by Mr Nasty, the thug.
Now, just like the bug he realises this world is filled with unprecedented dangers
And has learned that he has no rights when dealing with unpredictable strangers
“Now you see me, now you don’t …Karma, karma, karma”, cried the Chameleon
“Welcome to my world. “Welcome to a world where men live in oblivion!”

A man is not what he’s meant to be because he just exists, rather than live.
A man will not think as he ought to because he’d rather contend and not believe.
A man does not do that which he’s meant to do because his heart rules his head.
A man cannot act as he should because of his selfishness, greed, manners of dread.

Men can easily pretend - or even be naturally good
Still others, though genuine, are so often misunderstood.
But I’d claim that - (though it will your spirit dampen)…
‘A good man is simply a bad one waiting to happen’
So here is a truth - the truest TRUTH you’ve ever heard
That most men are BAD…so ALWAYS be on your guard!

p.s. …oh yes, …and some women too!

Copyright © Robert Amure | Year Posted 2015

Long poem by T Wignesan | Details |

Is there an Exclusive All-in-One Principle

  ‘ In general, quantum mechanics does not predict a single definite result for an observation. Instead, it predicts a number of  different possible outcomes and tells us how likely each of these is. ‘

Which side of the Wolf-coin are we looking at

                  the red or the green

                                 nothing then is certain

not even death but the life one endures

 quarks protons neutrons electrons bosons

particles like men and beings in general

                                             bathe not necessarily in the same lifeless soup

         great teachers or rather teachers with great followings

     those that always attract those who prefer to let others do the thinking  for them

         especially through transcendentally transmitted interstellar telegraphy

                 would want us believe

                                             there’s just This One

  and all comes and goes to That Only ONE

If only it were just as simple as that

Then what is it that This One wants

Or is It caught up in its own caveat

And must of needs come apart

        on the seed that It alone plants

                           and do what we may

   nothing goes wrong

            whatever the explanation

everybody is right

right from the start


         Big Bang from a tight-fisted unfurling hand

         Big Crunch to a crushing tightening stranglehold

and out again

         for the Brahma Day

and after aeons the Brahma Night

And at the stillstanding blackhole singularity

         neither space nor time

            squeezed in and out

Birth as in Death

An eventual point of total extinction

        if ever there was one

Yet always the two extremes

      and the ever-changing in-betweens

Matter versus Anti-Matter

Here the Yang is not lkely to be set againt the Yin

Though matter itself is neither

Is nor Is-Not-ness

         And the 96% Dark Matter

          And the infinite number of parallel universes

Does it really matter


         ‘ … if you meet your antiself, don’t shake hands !

            You would both vanish in a great flash of light.’                   

Vanish into what

                                    Dark matter

or just non-dark matter

Still the duality of matter

Still the ever-changing conundrum

              Everything moves jostles couples alters reproduces destructs


         ‘Sex is emotion in motion.’

Emotion erupts

           into thin air

      into where

Dark air

Motion disrupts

         and roots one here

      tied to the lunar year

       why should it matter

if we cannot know the reason why

ego id libido

drive faith fame femme father future

if super/alter ego connects the ego

       to the collective unconscious 

       why drown the self in the Great Self

by wilful act

       when the Ultimate One

is the sum of all the little ones

Is the Original One incapable of absorbing all the ones

each of whom must move to eat drink sleep

copulate make money grow roots in a society

get and fight to keep a job

make love marry raise children

struggle to keep one’s wife one’s children        

one’s house  if one can get one

one’s career one’s future

and helter-skelter race to cheat death

If it’s the self-same thing that’s being born anew

What does it matter if it keeps changing in view

Of the desperate haste with which everything

We see smell hear feel intute sense

Keeps hurtling away from the Ding an Sich

And leaves us with a parochial Milky Way

Bastardised stealthily by grandiose Andromeda        

Left retrograded entwined within measely galaxy clusters 

Through some trillion cataclysmic light years

What’s the impulse to keep moving

Is the yogi’s stilled-centre

The death of all action

Which cannot call for a reaction

Or is the art of keeping still

Merely the art of making belief


          ‘…actors act out the pun that life is the art of acting

until your performed role becomes your normal character.

Then you are safe inside your character armour.’


As soon as you have thought It out

It turns around and re-structrures Itself inside out

                 and you know just why

                                                               don’t you now


References to the quotations

Stephen W. Hawking, A Brief History of Time : From the Big Bang to Black Holes, London-New York, 1988.


Attributed to Mae West.

Eric N. W. Mottram,  « Men & Gods : A Study of Eugene O’Neill », Encore (London), 1963.

I’m not sure the « re-structuring » bit at the end comes from
Steven Weinberg or John Gribbin, or perhaps even from Fred Allan Wolf ?


© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2005 ; rev. 2012. From the collection : Poems Omega-Plus, 2005.

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2012

Long poem by Robert Amure | Details |

The Lay of The Best Man - Part 3

Ask your friend, neighbour or even a stranger newly-met
Have they ever been damaged by a ‘trust’ ….now turned ‘regret’?
Most men, if not all, have fashioned their character on personal experience
Yet these damned hypocrites are themselves guilty of immoral expedience.
Want more proof of man’s aggressiveness and simple-mindedness?
Rouse the rabble; accuse the blameless .. now watch the rabble’s madness!

I’ve known women who ‘play the field’, cheat the man, and take on a lover
He bends over backwards to please her; she bends over forwards to please another.
Many-a-woman puts up with the pompous man rather than cause a palaver
Now I hear that one quarter children belong not to father, but the lover of the mother.
So, where lies the fault: the man, the woman, or that incorrigible Casanova?
Because if the man had done right by the woman, would there be all this bother?

Many men shall read my words, and with indignity, they shall flinch
Others, though outraged, shall take it all with salt - perhaps a pinch.
Live on in denial, if you must - there’s far greater comfort there
Give in to ignorance, if you want - there’s far more greater cheer.
My words may seem outrageous; my sentiments may appear spurious 
But  outspoken are the courageous and truth [really] does make men furious!

Man’s failings and failures through seasons - complete and malevolent.
Dire Spring, Summer, Autumn, …and now - ‘The Winter of Our Discontent’
There is but one man ever complete - Iesous Khristos Theou Hyiòs, Soter, 
By way of the Good Book, His invite is for all, so ‘Respondez S’il Vous Plait’.
And for the sake of the lost sheep He cried:  ‘Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani'?
Salvation of the pious is founded; ‘in nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti’.

To every man who thinks he’s untainted; Yourself deceive.
To every man that thinks he’s not a cheat; That’s  just make-believe
To all men that steal, plunder and breaks hearts; Your demise you weave
To all men that are still atheists and agnostics; I’ll make you believe.
To those men who love ‘misery’ and proliferate ‘hate’; You’ll never achieve.
To those men who profess probity and integrity; Please make me believe.

I am the Pessimistic Philanthropist …..that’s by design.
The Third Child of the Morrow - by Divine Assign.
I am Thefragmentedgenius, the i am of The I Am by default.
Call me what you will, my ‘all’ is of the Scriptural Vault.
I am the Jack of All Trades, Master of None - that’s me...
Ab Uno Disce Omnes…I look and learn by the Grace of The Holy He.

I am avowed to protect the woman and the child from man’s rampage
For the truth is: neither can withstand the brutality of his pillage
In the inevitable throes of human conflict and disasters,
Therein shall you find the pompous males; beastly masters.
I have imagined the darkest possible thoughts of man’s lewd lubricity
And I shudder for a Creator; for nothing can compare to the reality.

It is true, I too am man - of flesh - subject to Life’s forces
But my choices are of heart and mind …Heaven’s causes.
Even from the womb, I ‘asked not for whom the bells toll’…
For I knew I’d wandered into the world of the tortured soul.
‘Abandon Hope All Ye Who Enter!!!’ it read, as I left the maternal girth
Somewhere, I’d taken the wrong turn - and ended up on this Earth!!!

Let your debates and dialogues of Nature/Nurture rage on
Blame the father, blame the son; or blame The Father and The Son.
Of all the men under the Sun you call the celeb a bad icon
But when all is said and done, the fault is yours - from break of dawn.
Created by apathy, fashioned by  both mankind and society
With no remorse, no humility, and with certainty; no piety.

I’ve seen men that are bad; I’ve been there, done deeds of shame
But evil shall never become me, and I never played the hurt game.
I could have been bad, very bad, even badder than the best of them
But I made a choice, albeit conscious, for the Divine apophthegm
Because those that, with the last breath, utter the Final Commendation
Shall find peace from that which is the Cyclic Condemnation.

TFG 81.5.8 (2014)

in nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti (Latin) - In The Name of The Father & Son & Holy Spirit

Iesous Khristos Theou Hyiòs, Sot?r, (Greek) - Jesus Christ Son of God, Saviour

Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani (Aramaic) - My God, My God, Why Have You Forsaken Me?

Ab Uno Disce Omnes (Latin) - From One Learn All

Respondez S’il Vous Plait (French) - Will you please respond.

Copyright © Robert Amure | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by Kevin Fairbrother | Details |

Angels of Mercy

Angles of Mercy
Kevin L Fairbrother

There is not to many of us that can say that the owe their existence on this earth to a Native in a Foreign country, in my case I can say that without the help of the Fuzzy Wuzzy  Angels of New Guinea, I would not be here to write this 

My Father served with the Australian Imperial Forces in the Middle East, New Guinea and Borneo, a sapper in the engineers his service with the AIF overseas was over a period of 4 years.
The time my father served in New Guinea fighting against the invading Japanese has great consequences for me as I was conceived not long after his return to Australia and back home to Tasmania.
My father along with thousands of diggers who served in New Guinea, suffered not only from the Japanese forces but from internal diseases that were rife at the time, the mosquito spread Malaria and Gengy fever and the climate of New Guinea and poor sanitation spread Dysentery throughout the camps.
A big push by Japanese forces pushed the diggers back into the hills and forests and as the numbers of sick and wounded were growing at a very fast rate, the Generals decided that they had to find a way to get the sick and injured back to Port Moresby. 

The only way down from the steep mountainess jungle was via an old supply trail used by the natives to sell their wares at Port Moresby, It became known as the Kokoda track and to this day many thousands of people trek this notorious track to relive the past and to familiar themselves with the torturous and dangerous trail of misery and death and to pay homage to the Fuzzy Wuzzy angels act of sheer strength and perseverance to carry and support the many sick and injured, the dead and dying to a place of safety at Port Moresby.

 Even as the column of misery descended down the track the Aussie diggers were fighting the Japs in a rear guard action, this hard fought battle turned the tide for the Japs were beaten back and even though many diggers were killed and injured it was a turning point in the war against the Japanese invaders.
Thousands of diggers reached the safety of Port Moresby and so many owe their lives to the Fuzzy Wuzzy angles, many were shipped home, and others recovered from sickness to fight the Japanese in Borneo. My father was one of these men who helped beat back the Japanese army and have an influence in the Japanese surrender.

I salute the courage and tenacity of the Fuzzy Wuzzy angels and thank them for bringing my father to safety and eventually home. Like many diggers of World War 2 they kept their feelings and stories of war to themselves, my Father never said much about his service in the war and what little I know has been told by others. 
I also salute the courage and fortitude of our diggers who kept Australia safe from invasion from the Japanese. 
My Father, (rest his soul in peace) went on to have a productive working life, rearing 9 children, 6 were born after the war including me and 6 of us still survive today. The six of us born after my father returned from the war owe the native Fuzzy Wuzzy of New Guinea a big thanks for without their courage’s deed of mercy we would not be here. 

Kevin L Fairbrother
Who were these men of such courage and fortitude?
Whose hair curled and matted reached for the sky
Well, muscled and full of resolve to complete the mission
To get the sick and injured Aussie Diggers home to safety

Never thinking about their own well-being or safety
The Fuzzy Wuzzy angles as they became known
Carried and supported the Diggers down the mountain
Never flinching nor feeling that they would fail the mission

Endless rain, a sea of mud, so steep hard to stand up
Raging rivers, swollen streams, impenetrable jungle
Constant darkness from the thick forest canopy
The Fuzzy Wuzzy persevered with strength and courage

On stretches, on their backs using their bodies as support
These angels carried an endless tide of sick and injured
Down the notorious Kokoda track of misery and death
Contemplating to never give up on their mission of mercy

With Japanese mortars and bullets befalling the column
As the Diggers fought a rear guard action to stem the Japs
The Fuzzy Wuzzy continued their mission down the mountain
For their job was to get as many Diggers as possible to safety

Eventually they reached the safety of Port Moresby
Largely due to the push by the Diggers to push back the Japs
The Fuzzy Wuzzy Angels were given a hero’s welcome
And to this day a revered and honored for their mission of mercy

Copyright © Kevin Fairbrother | Year Posted 2015

Long poem by Terry O'Leary | Details |

Another Cruel Link in their Chain

         Another Cruel Link in their Chain 

	1.   Beginnings 

Her babe was her joy, such a beautiful boy ,
	and he suckled her breast till the end...
The Massa sought cash, bestowed mammy a lash,
	sold her babe to a gentrified friend
It flits like a flash, a lithe leathery lash,
	yet another cruel link in their chain

With mammy not there, Sammy dared not to dare
	but to bide near the edge of the night
But nevertheless one must always outguess
	or absorb burning stings of the bite
It flits like a flash, a lithe leathery lash,
	yet another cruel link in their chain

Though learning the rules in the shadows of fools
	as he grew to a leery lean lad
He often defied but he never once cried
	although whipped at the post whene’er bad
It flits like a flash,  a lithe leathery lash,
	yet another cruel link in their chain

	2.   Youth

The cotton gin broke and nobody spoke,
	so the Massa said “BENNY’S TO BLAME”
But Sammy said ‘No...  Massa, jus caint be so,
	no ’tain’t Benny, ’tain’t Benny’s sore name’
It flits like a flash, a lithe leathery lash,
	yet another cruel link in their chain

	- replied Sam ‘no I’s tellin da truth’
But daring to speak earned him scars for his cheek
	and so blemished the bloom of his youth
It flits like a flash, a lithe leathery lash,
	yet another cruel link in their chain

	and he called upon Benny to pay
	just as Sam feared the Massa would say
It flits like a flash, a lithe leathery lash,
	yet another cruel link in their chain

Dark faces soon blanched; Benny bended a branch
	near the base of a broken oak tree 
His body hung bare as it swung in the air
	and the buzzards and crows shrieked with glee
It flits like a flash, a lithe leathery lash,
	yet another cruel link in their chain

	3.   Flight

Sam’s feet were unclad, as befitting a lad
	as alone as a stone in his path
So oft on the run neath the sly sliding sun
	being followed and feeling god’s wrath
It flits like a flash, a lithe leathery lash,
	yet another cruel link in their chain

Surrounded and caught brought his efforts to naught,
	child in chains at the end of his trek
Winds wept as he went, with his spirit unbent,
	a cold collar of steel ’round his neck
It flits like a flash, a lithe leathery lash,
	yet another cruel link in their chain

	4.   Life

Sam grew to a man, branded ‘boy’ by the klan,
	as they spat on the trail that he tread
If he raises his gaze or he wanders or strays
	the pack promise to sever his head
It flits like a flash, a lithe leathery lash,
	yet another cruel link in their chain

Once Sam found a wife who they ripped from his life,
	yes along with the babe at her breast
(Was it simply their greed or by heaven decreed? ...)
	well, with hindsight you might guess the rest
It flits like a flash, a lithe leathery lash,
	yet another cruel link in their chain

	5.   Endings

From phantoms of fright neath the frail foggy night
	Sammy soared as he fled to escape
He no longer crawled (heeding freedom that called)
	through the darkness, a black hole agape
It flits like a flash, a lithe leathery lash,
	yet another cruel link in their chain

Unleashed! Frenzied dogs hounding Sam through the bogs,
	(baying beasts neath the bloody red moon)
White fangs intermeshed as they mangled his flesh,
	freedom flayed through the pale afternoon
It flits like a flash, a lithe leathery lash,
	yet another cruel link in their chain

Sam’s body was torn leaving little to mourn
	but there’s really no need to despair
And there’s no need to cry for his spirit can’t die,
	being borne by bound men everywhere
It flits like a flash, a lithe leathery lash,
	yet another cruel link in their chain

EPITAPH SAM Revolted and clashed ’gainst the cruel leather lash and broke free from the choke of the chain
EPILOGUE Those parts of the past that we gaze at aghast reveal harrowing questions quite plain - Why people so free, just like you, just like me, were so happy inflicting such pain? Why we bask in the throes of humanity’s woes while we wait while the tyrannies reign? And I’m wondering too (’cause I don’t have a clue) ... might we each be a link in their chain?

Copyright © Terry O'Leary | Year Posted 2013

Long poem by Robert Amure | Details |

The Lay of The Best Man - Part 2

The Lay of The Best Man - Part Two

I will not understate my distaste, but I do not hate. I rate hate as being irate
Shall I underrate the spate of your hate as you devastate; leaving the ‘diva’ in a state?
You segregate, that’s active hate. I will not exterminate you,  rather, deactivate.
Given the way you operate, I will recalibrate, and recreate - without the hate.
Hate shall no more reverberate, instead let love reciprocate as you procreate
The late great man I delate; hate shall abate, come that great date of debate with fate.

Yes, I have seen the devastated diva in a state; heartbroken. …OMG, it’s hell.
From boy through to man, you inflict pain on the girl .…as you ‘kiss and tell’.
Be it emotional, be it physical, pain is still pain, you cantankerous dumbbell.
A burp is still a posh mouth-fart from belly swell - just as cankerous a smell.
Pretend to love; then ‘from hate to hurt’; you’ve charmed her with your spell
Your level of wickedness sure shocks my God - ‘Oh My Me’!!!….He’d yell.

Who will raise their hand in agreement that man is ‘lost in lust’?
How many shall concur that man’s law is just so unjust?
What will make you see that to bust a crime, proper retribution is a must?
Where is the jury? Are they not simply ‘pre-compost’ judging those that accost?
Do you believe that dust is the most useless thing on this Earth’s crust?
When then will you learn: we are nothing more than reconstituted dust!?!?

Understand man’s foolishness and disingenuousness 
Accuse him of childishness; watch him prove it, no less!
Criticise a character trait - just watch him rise to the bait
This thing called ‘pride’; his failing and his ultimate fate
Learn this lesson: Think that man ‘clever’, or think that man ‘thick’
He becomes a genius …when plotting a despicable ‘sick’.

Look at your husband, spouse or your life-mate, intended
Is he not simply your stalker - had you not consented?
Hand on heart. Yes, place hand on heart; deny his jealousy.
Deny his possessiveness ..and his accusations of ‘Floosie’
Many-a-woman has been stung into heart-wrenching realisation
You do not really know the man you call ‘spouse’? ....Take caution!!!

If you want to know the truth of your shortcomings, look in the mirror.
Alas, what you see is only part truth and there is a much greater horror
Because what you see is not what you see, but what you think you see
And what you think you see is what you want to see, better still, what you want to be.
You are a liar, a fraud and a hypocrite, in almost everything you do
Ask the blind man about you…he can actually see ‘you’ a whole lot better than you!

Oh yes. Hypocrisy!!! How you wallow in the murky mire that is ‘hypocrisy’
You criticise, ostracise then casually do the same - to shameful profligacy.
One law for you, one law for them. You can spit, they can’t. You’re averse
“After all, they swallow…don’t they? You say. That’s like spitting in reverse”
“I’ll mistreat the wife, but don’t you dare mistreat yours” …she’s my sister!”
“I’ll abuse and hurt her … get her a doctor; don’t you dare get a barrister”!

Yes most men can be loving, decent and kind
Most men can be honest - with a mild caring mind
Most men can be dependable, trusting and fair
Applying reason , meting out justice with admirable flair
Most men can be good, and that [really] is the truth
Sadly, it starts as a youth; Sadly, most are uncouth.

Look at the aggrieved victim retort ‘revenge is sweet’, as revenge is sought
He seeks life for a life, avenge, so deems his kangaroo court
Simple-minded moron celebrates his deed, a warped victory
Yet swift death is probably a blessing in a world of  vicious history.
Will you tell the celebrant he may have done the victim a favour, or shall I?
Because most caged killers would much rather die; like in ‘an eye for an eye’. 

Where is the discipline? You see; that is the flaw
Who is in charge? The Parents; the Teachers; or the Law?
Where is the punishment befitting a crime? …Doing real ‘time’.
Between justice and injustice  lies a laughable pantomime
Sadly, the Laws of Entropy relate to both motion and emotion.
Men always revert to type, a kind of reverse, perverse evolution.

Copyright © Robert Amure | Year Posted 2015

Long poem by Robert Lindley | Details |

Such Wonders Are Breathtaking To Behold

Such Wonders Are Breathtaking To Behold


The morning dew on red rose does glisten
As early dawning sun beams brightly down
Such beauty, bees decorate that soft gown
As Nature's music plays, creatures listen
Seeing such, in great awe man can not frown
Be it in wilds of the woods or hometown
Such depth of beauty must always glisten

Such wonders are breathtaking to behold
Wherein life, earth, and brighter blue sky meet
That greatness of all tends to gladly greet
The wise hearts and souls of both young and old
Cold of winter or steam of summer heat
Depths of vivid colors can not be beat
Could man find greater beauty to behold 

Where forests meet the rivers flowing deep
Colorful riverbanks birth soft flowers
Light beaming down, feeding glory the hours
Even with moon's glowing while creatures sleep
Some spread colors tall as mountain towers
This shining shows Nature's true life powers
Wisdom man would do well to ponder deep

Upon meadows ranging across this land
Spreads panorama of colors and life 
Cutting its scenic views like a sharp knife
With precision through crops and timberland 
Nature hands both man and animals strife
Its flows in time, where life and death are rife 
Across breadth of all earth's majestic land

Jungles and mountains across its wide space
In Africa's wildness teeming life glows
In fantastic beauty, great spirit shows
Within hardiness of its festive face
Stirs toughness, a higher power bestows
Regardless of how bad the ill wind blows
There growing, its creatures and human race

As winds blow across panoramic views
Life splashes within its colorful deep scenes
Even without mortals or their machines
Nature's beauty casts for its many hues
Despite plunder, man does by other means
Nature's can correct as it grooms and preens
And if not, mankind gets to pay its dues

We may admire scenes of earth and wildlife
Yet ignore the plight of destruction wrought
Great wonders destroyed from changes we brought
Our habit to gift unintended strife
Far more destructive than any dreadnought
Are actions we fail to ever be taught
Costs of our higher quality of life

Robert J. Lindley, 3-27-2016

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Nature and humanity

FORM : 4 stanza poem that has 7 lines in each stanza and in the following format:

First three lines describe nature, a natural feature, lakes, mountains, forests, game reserves etc. You can personify nature

4th line is a bridge i.e shifting to the human side

5, 6 and 7 lines bring in the human aspect (What people do there, how they interact with nature, fun things to do/see, what you did there what you would like to do there etc)

The poem must have the following rhyme scheme: ABCACBA

Minimum number of syllables per line must be 6 and maximum must not exceed 10

I will be impressed by the use of the following in your poem(but dont over do)

Imagery - Take me there with your words


Assonance and Consonance

I also love learning new words: Make the dictionary your friend

Cliches knock the stuffing out of me......so

You can submit new and old poems(Just make sure they conform to the format laid out here)

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by Robert Amure | Details |

The Lay of The Best Man - Part 1

The Lay of The Best Man - Part One

I’ve seen men ‘good’, and surely, I’ve seen men ‘bad’
So jealous and so envious, I’ve seen men ….sad
Twisted, fuming with anger, and consumed with rage
Callous and cruel to an extreme - with evil engage
Bitter and nasty, with the vilest contempt
The meanest of these, have never even wept.

I’ve seen men hopeless, forlorn and distressed
Some raging with hatred, oppress the oppressed.
I’ve seen men loathe - as well as lie under oath
Sceptic and septic, they hurt mate - and child; both.
I’ve heard men cuss and curse with outrageous repulse
And spit with venom - on a pathetic corpse.

I’ve seen men twisted with bile so vile, they even smile
Some are so bloated with spite, they gloat, with style.
Bumbling Perjiggityflumps and Groinks (Yes, Greedy pigs)
Bumptious buffoons with bellicose barbs and hurtful digs.
Insidious corruption has overrun their souls, it stinks
Incessant wickedness has nulled their hearts. It sinks.

Am I being unfair? Are not the majority of men ‘good’?
Tarnishing all men with the ‘bad brush’ because of a mood?
Am I being unjustly harsh? Men not fallible? Give credit.
And what of women…are they too not subject to demerit?
Maybe it is best to look for the best in each of mankind
Or is it you, with hope forsaken, preferring to remain blind?

I have seen a ‘Good Samaritan’ pilfer goods of an injured man; lain prostrate.
I have seen men revel in the misfortune of others - or gleefully spectate
I have seen them excited harbouring horrid Schadenfreude
I have seen Carers/Helpers abuse the invalid and defraud
I have seen the man filled with fun and laughter, but thereafter…..
I have seen him, oblivious as he treads, crush Aunty Ant! … great character!

I have seen bad men ‘change’, contrite: truly seen The Light
And there are those, that fight with might - defending one’s Right
But mostly, all I see is a decay of morals and ill-discipline
With lack of empathy, sympathy for fellow man: all is sin.
Soon I realise where we are heading, by and by - and wonder ‘why, oh why?’
But my answer lies in the Good Book; and be sure: that Book does not lie!

What hope is there for mankind when man is so unkind?
They choose not to make choices, sadly, that’s the ‘choice of the mind’.
When heart choices are reserved for one’s elect; selective
What you are left with is a compromised intellect; defective.
You stoutly defend family/community/country/humanity - from all foes
Next thing, ‘humanity’ is not your family(?!?!) - you contribute to their woes?!?!

Listen carefully to the cry of the mind that’s small  [to which he is in thrall]
Not very wise proudly trills: ‘united we stand, divided we fall’
Whether it be for family, country, or religion, (never humanity) his call,….
It is still none other than the divisive ‘them and us’ division install.
’This is mine - that is yours’ shall NEVER unite: no doubt an appall...
Put the Devil to shame; and hail: ‘all for one ….and one for all’!!!

Was it not from start of time that brother did brother kill?
Have we not seen the blood they spill to alter the  father’s Will.
Is not the greatest pain of all, deception by one’s own kin?
And could that stranger not yet met be closer than one’s own twin?
Blood is thicker than water, but water is still part of blood
That same water unites us all - to form one great big flood!

The greatest handicap to man is the capacity to think …or perhaps not.
Any man can ‘think’, but why should he bother to reason? Very bad thought.
To do unto others as will to self, a motto abandoned, the least sought.
To 'look after number one' and ‘it’s every man for himself’, so starts the rot.
‘The Selfish Gene’ ,  ‘Things Fall Apart’; simply implies ‘we’ve lost the plot’.
Sadly, very little will change. ‘Choice’ and ‘Chance’, that’s all we’ve got!!!

Copyright © Robert Amure | Year Posted 2015

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