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Markus Jay Poem
an angel stands under a lonely pine
showing the way to the lost souls
the ones
who innocently answered the king’s call
and now
flags fly half mast
for those that no-more stand
buried in some far off
foreign land
the pipes call out to the brave
and the angel tells us
never to forget
and
that her spirit lives in so many souls
the black
the young
and inside
the bold
we must never forget our fathers of old
and of their stories they made
and then told
stories of mateship
amongst the bold
mateship that was
never lost
never sold
so now we all step as one
together side by side
together the strong
the young
and
the old
metal gleaming
worn with
so much
pride
while skywards heads
are held
held up high
hope sparkle inside youthful eyes
that today’s leaders will never ask them
to also
make this ultimate
sacrifice
or that history books never
show them as a generation
that was bought
and sold
so we sing the lament of grace
telling us of the will of the brave
of honor
courage
and the ultimate sacrifice
catch phrases
and words used
on this cloudy
Autumn day
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**The above is written about a march on ANZAC day, ANZAC day is a day of reflection to those that gave the ultimate sacrifice in war. It`s a day that is best known to Australian`s and New Zealander`s.
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Markus Jay Poem
from his rock he sends out a deadly summons
that calls
the demons up to hell
that calls
the devils home
a call for the barbarians to answer
a cold wind blows through to a man’s soul
as eternity waits
inside the furnaces fire
and Lucifer sips
upon the dregs of society`s ills
the wake to realities nightmare
of devils and demons living
inside hells fires and brimstones
where the stench of death and suffering
invade the living
and the walking dead
the demons can cage a man
the demons can break a man`s spirit
but they can-not cage a man`s minds escape
an minds escape
upon wings that fly
he dreams of lazing on a sun soaked beach
a drink in hand staring out at a pacific blue
sitting upon golden sands
then he wake from dream
to nightmares reality
of devils and demons
living
side by side inside Hades
living
side by side inside Dante' s fire
where upon the silence dark
a nightmare screams
at the sound of rattling chains and steel iron
at the sound of lashes from fire
that sting upon open flesh
and the empty echoes of the hangman’s call
despair is born out of lost hope
when the demon tighten his grip
his grip around a man’s soul
upon the empty shells the beasts breed
the devils fire burns
as the demon wears the mask of innocent
then walked upon the path of gold
but all he found was burning fires and brimstones
it`s a place where
a whirlpool surrounds when the mighty winds blow
an arctic chill that blows with a haunting sound
whistling
a freight train into lost hearts
across the bay
the devil
comes a calling
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Grandfather stands tall true and erect
his frame withered
by old man time
his hands move so slow
but with
that metronome beat
once all but new
now scaly and with colour fade
his lustre
all but gone
now that time has moved along
his withered face stares
waiting
waiting
as the hours pass by
moving slowly with a
grinder monkeys tune
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listen to his timeless sound
as the wheels of time
slowly turn
listen closely
there’s a routine in his words
he tells you
when to stay
he tells you
when to go
his wisdom
so profound
with that beat
that
metronome sound
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dance
to his metronome like beat
dance
to the tune inside your head
hear the beat swing
as you whistle out his tune
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a hypnotic beat
that has you
falling
falling
deep inside
his sound
he has seen
day becomes night
then
night becomes day
he has seen
the present become the past
and the past become the future
he has seen
the small grow large
and the young grow old
he has seen
innocence become lost
and the mature wither and die
he has seen a starting seed
being sown
then watch it
grow
and grow
and grow
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Goodbye to the leprechauns
goodbye clover carpets of green
I will cross many a deep blue sea
to a wide sunshine land, just for me.
I have my shamrock, my lucky charm
my memories of many, a green rural farm
so goodbye to villages and life so simple and true
from a young lass to womanhood, I now have grew.
with every word of a Celtic song
inside will always find a home, lifelong.
So goodbye my father dear
I will think of you with every jig I hear.
while your fiddle made the music
we sang and danced along to its tune
it will always ring through my ears
throughout time, throughout my years.
your love will forever, be in my heart
now that time, keeps us well apart
though we may never, met again
for you my heart will sing, but not amen.
my memory of this great, green land
will go with me where ever I stand
my childhood home, I now will part
never will it be torn, ripped from my heart.
the excitement of life brand new
of sunshine and colours of every hue
along this fearful path, towards the gain
soothes the sadness, all of my pain.
my home this emerald land
will forever be etched
etched upon my
lonely young, soul
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"your old what do you know"
echoed aloud by generation new.
age is not just a number on a page
but! It`s a feeling-down deep inside
it`s a feeling-that matters
not only to you-but also to me
oh how! these eye`s see different!
oh how! these ears hear different!
oh how! this mind thinks different!
to when they were-brand new.
So-what price do we put on wisdom?
is it-for the experiences gathered
by what these eyes have seen
is it-the knowledge of knowing
that once on a path you
don`t look back to where
you once have been.
yes I`ve made mistakes
but they have been
hard lessons-hard lessons learnt.
Yes-I have regrets.
But-they are very-very few.
so what price do we put on wisdom
I say--it is--oh so priceless.
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after the storm clouds clear
a rainbow appears
after the thunder and lightning have their say
a rainbow appears
after the wind and rain
a rainbow appears
after the night turns into day
sunshine appears
when the dark clouds part
sunshine appears
after all of winters gloom
sunshine appears
so a flower can then bloom
from inside
spring times womb
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Sun shines upon the day.
Petals and flowers
Reach for the sky; they bath
In the yellow and gold of
Natures gifts now that the
Gloomy day`s, have all but gone away.
The temperature has risen up so new born
Infants frolic with their
Mothers in this warmth.
Everything is now lush, new and green
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do your bit for king and country.
are you a coward?
or are you brave?
so now is the time to sacrifice
you don`t want to let your mates down
it`s a kinship of the soul
you know that’s the Australian way
it was the message that was kept being sold
so they signed up in their droves
but they weren`t told about
the swamps of the sodden earth
how the bitter cold chilled
deep into your soul
the rivers flowing red with blood
across the sticky, stinking mud
they didn’t talk about dying
and left nameless, all alone
on some far off foreign soil
there is two sides to the coin
they’re ears were filled with
constant, never-ending crack of gunfire
the booming sounds of mortar rounds
the smell of death filled the air
and the wind carried agonising screams
and lifeless bodies laid skewn
across this hell, everywhere
but mans rage still went on
when the sound of a whistle blew
it was the time to give sacrifice
so fast you had to charge and run
because you didn’t want your turn to come
the battlefield became a chess board
where the generals positioned their pawns
but it wasn`t them that paid the price
it was a strategy that ended in tragedy
and now its overseas
where the true heroes lie
and at home their loved ones
are left with waterfalls of
fallen tears
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lest we forget-25/4
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You warned us against profit and greed,
with deaf ears these warnings; went unheed.
You soul was pillaged and changed,
till your life became so unarranged.
Dry your tears and please don`t dispair,
for your innocent child will start to care.
He maybe standing at the cliffs face,
so just show them-them your lovin` grace.
Forget your fury-forget your outrage,
time to start on a brand new page.
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the great debate is once again upon us
let the augments begin
the pro and cons list is drawn up
so let’s argue
on who is wrong and who is right
so when both side cases are answered for
and they tally up the scores
there are no real winners
only losers
neither place is one we need to be
united is a word that needs
to remain free
so lets not sit on the left
or the right
it’s in the middle which seems
the right place to be
let’s not forget the tragedies
from the past
and let the future begin now
keep the past inside history books
inside our minds
within the stories told
from generation to generation
it needs to remain true
to keep the spirit alive
a sprit that has survived
centuries
it should never be lost
to the great expense
it was also born out of hardship
and a will to survive
to form an identity
mate ship
and national pride
as the song goes:
“we are one, and we are many”
once the waterhole had poison water
now the pen flows with poison ink
and many angry fingers type on twitter feeds
it’s a place where ignorance is king
and the bigots song does sing
do we really need this
to unite
so now
two fires are now burning
and they are burring
out of control
we need to respect both fires
for respect goes both ways
not towards
which fire
is burning
the brightest
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*January 26 is Australia Day our national day, a day which should unite this wonderful country but the day has ended up being very decisive …
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