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Bees

One hundred million years on Earth
There's no accounting for our worth
Without our quite amazing powers
there would be no trees or flowers

The Earth would be a barren place
No flowers to, your borders, grace
No cereals to make your bread
and keep your teeming millions fed

We've worked our magic without fuss
but now, it seems, you're killing us
Your all consuming need for more
has brought us to extinction's door

Your pesticides have done their worst
Our decline can't be reversed
Because of them we cannot breed
but you don't take the slightest heed

When we're gone most plants will die
and YOUR extinction will be nigh
Without us to pollinate
mankind will have sealed it's fate

It's too late now, the damage done
The end of 'Apis' has begun
All life on Earth brought to its knees
and all because you killed the bees

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Companion

The old man sits in his chair by the door
His dog lies beside him curled up on the floor
Ever since that day when the man lost his wife
that dog had, to him, been the whole of his life

With his constant companion through all those long days
he'd sit in the sun enjoying its rays
It seemed like for hours the old man had dozed
A faint smile on his face and his eyes tightly closed

The dog licks his hand and emits a faint whine
and looks up at his face as if for a sign
but the man doesn't move, just continues to smile
so the dog lays back down on the floor for a while

The dog gets its ball, lays it down at his feet
but the man takes no notice, just stays still in his seat
He nudges the ball as if he were saying
"What's wrong with you, why aren't you playing"

Then, as if in acceptance, the dog quietly sighs
and looks up one last time with adoring eyes
The dog keeps his vigil through the night 'til next day
ever since, that sad morning, when the man passed away

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Rainbow

High in the sky when the weather is right
you'll often see a wonderful sight
When sunlight from space hits the raindrops just so
you'll see in the sky that colourful glow

The scientist in me says it's caused by refraction
as each seperate wavelength has a different reaction
The red and the blue are split from the green
and a spectrum of light in a curve is then seen

The scientist in me will bet you a pound
that no-one can be where it touches the ground
It's just an illusion, a trick of the light
You'll never get there, try as you might

The scientist in me says it's optical law
Just the way nature works and not a thing more
The scientist in me knows all of this stuff
but the human in me says that's just not enough

The human in me looks up in delight
to see all the colours you get from white light
The human in me thinks of stories of old
and that at the bow's end there's a big crock of gold

The human in me just lets his eyes feast
For the physics and optics, he cares not the least
He cares not for reasons nor logical thought
and gives not a damn for all he's been taught

He thinks with his heart and not with his mind
and leaves all the science and learning behind
The human in me can just stand there in awe
A rainbow at sea ... who could ask for much more

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Final Warning

Mankind, you're so proud and tall
You really think you know it all
And once you had discovered fire
to such great heights you did aspire

Once, gladly, of myself I gave
but now your plan is to enslave
Do you think it is your right
to consign whole species to the night

You rob the forests of their trees
and think you can do as you please
Disfigure me in your quest for oil
and with your wastes, my seas despoil

My rivers now flow red as blood
choked and dying with your crud
I've pleaded, but to no avail
as you wiped out the mighty whale

My atmosphere is choked with fumes
just to heat your fancy rooms
Radiation blights the ground
Everywhere your footprint's found

Pesticides pollute your crops
Acids taint the pure raindrops
My icecaps melt with global warming
A hole in the ozone layer is forming

I am your home, your ONLY home
Amongst the stars you'll never roam
Will you then, your home destroy
with these methods you employ?

You care not for this pollution
What then, mankind, is the solution
Should I let you on Earth remain
or wipe you out and start again

Mankind take heed you have been warned
So far my warnings have been scorned
One day soon you'll feel my rage
I'll knock you back to the stone age

With earthquakes I'll destroy a city
Too late then to ask for pity
With fire and storm and tidal wave
I'll consign you to the grave

What you've done make's no sense
Now I demand much recompense
Mankind, betrayer, of you I tire
Heed my words ... my name is Gaia

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Generations

I wrote this after a conversation with an old retired fisherman whilst sitting on the harbour wall at Mousehole in Cornwall, UK ...

The old man sits by the pots on the wall
He looks out to sea and remembers it all
Although he's retired and now lives life at ease
he's spent fifty years upon the high seas

He first went to sea as a very young lad
and was trained in the fisherman's ways by his dad
He had little schooling, was not good at reading
but his father had taught him the skills he'd be needing

How to tie knots and to swab down the decks
and just where to fish to avoid sunken wrecks
He could forecast the weather with a glance at the sky
the shapes of the clouds and a well practiced eye

When his dad died, this now grown up nipper
inherited the boat and became its new skipper
As the years passed he became a dad too
and taught his young son to fish as he grew

It's now a few years since the man lost his wife
so he sits all alone and looks back on life
A life that was hard with no time to rest
but he knows in his heart that he's done his best

The son carries on the family trade
a life on the sea is the life he's now made
A new generation to carry it on
The boat will still sail when the old man has gone

So he sits on the wall and waves to his son
His life nearly over but his son's just begun
He knows that the boat has a really good skipper
and all in good time it will pass to HIS nipper

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Warrior

The boat is tied up at the dock
Waiting, steady as a rock
It's sail unfurled, gently waving
as if a voyage it was craving

The hero comes, born by his clan
For this is not a lowly man
He lies upon a wooden bier
but no-one there will shed a tear

His eyes are closed, his arms are crossed
His last great battle he has lost
But this is no time for grief and tears
for it is Odin's horn he hears

His body's placed upon the deck
ready for his final trek
Pitch is poured upon the boat
This is the last time it will float

A burning brand is thrown onboard
Black smoke billowed, red flames roared
The boat drifts out into the fjord
taking him to his reward

Fire consumes the dragon craft
fanned on by a frigid draught
Until at last it sinks below
and icy water swamps the glow

But hidden from all mortal eyes
a ghost ship leaves the fjord and flies
Carrying this man of valour
to his reward in famed Valhalla

The ghost ship moors up by a ridge
The hero sees the rainbow bridge
He strides across the bridge, "Bifröst"
to meet with Asgard's immortal host

Odin stands inside the door
Flanked by Frejya and by Thor
A man no more, immortal now
With horn of ale he swears a vow

"With my gods I'll stand and fight
when comes the time of their twilight
let the Ice Giants come, we will mock
them, when they come forth at Ragnarok"

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The Star

I based this rhyme on a short story by Arthur C Clarke ...

That star that shone bright in the East
on which the Magi's eyes did feast
What was it that was really seen
Perhaps a supernova it may have been

And if that distant dying sun
which signified a life begun
had a planet just like Terra
Could God have made a tragic error?

And did He even realise
despite His omnipresent eyes
that life existed on that world
Surely He watched as it unfurled

Why did He let life start at all
when He knew that it would fall
A billion years of evolution
wasted, 'coz of His 'solution'

Perhaps a lifeform existed there
A noble species, tall and fair
A species without war and strife
Intelligent and long of life

Surely another star would do
Our galaxy has quite a few
Why choose that star from all the sky
to briefly flare and then to die

Ten billion souls were sacrificed
A beacon for the birth of Christ
To wipe them from the firmament
was that really His intent?

So when He caused that star to blow
did He really never know
that He wiped life from that place
just to 'save' the human race

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Apocalypse Now

It is now 'The End Of Days'
Don't look at us, avert your gaze
We four, beyond all time and space
bring judgement to this sorry place

An icy hand, your heart, it grips
Behold 'The Horsemen of the Apocalypse'
So let me introduce to you
the four members of our crew

My name is Death, my horse is pale
You'll plead with me to no avail
As you are judged, so will you pay
No sinner will escape this day

With my scythe I'll reap your soul
for that's my one and only goal
Your punishment you know so well
You will be consigned to hell

My name is Famine, my horse is black
I'm the reason that food you lack
I'll smite your cattle and your goats
and wither all your wheat and oats

I'll dry your rivers and your brooks
as foretold in Revelation's books
I'll blight your fields of golden maize
because this is 'The End Of Days'

I am Pestilence and my horse is white
Unlike Famine it's YOU I'll blight
I'll visit on you plague and disease
Bacteria will bring you to your knees

Bubonic Plague will crack your skin
'gainst my infestations you can't win
And to finally seal your fate
A harmless virus, I'll mutate

And here am I on my blood red horse
My name? Why, it's War, of course
Along with Pestilence and his infections
I bring you war and insurrections

I'm in all the bombs you drop
and like the others I'll not stop
until your world is burnt to ashes
and civilisation around you crashes

So now's the time and here's the place
It's judgement for the human race
Flee in panic, you can't hide
for we are riding out world wide

MY NAME IS SATAN, THIS IS MY TIME
I'M HERE TO PUNISH EVERY CRIME
THESE INCARNATIONS DO MY BIDDING
EARTH, OF ALL SINNERS, I'LL BE RIDDING

GO, YE GOOD SOULS, TO THE "RAPTURE"
THOSE REMAINING I WILL CAPTURE
AND NOW FOR ALL ETERNITY
COME ALL YE SINNERS AND BURN WITH ME

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Laredo Tornado

At sea there's squalls
as pressure falls
It's not surprising
as warm air's rising

From the cloud
there's thunder, loud
Lightning flashes
More thunder crashes

Hail stone falls
Large icy balls
Precipitating
Winds rotating

Air spins quicker
More lightning flicker
A funnel forms
'neath thunder storms

Touches down
Destroys the town
of Laredo
Class 5 tornado

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The Worm Turns

I'm waiting here within my hole
Hiding from that big black mole
While up above me I have heard
the pecking of that damn blackbird

At night, to get some peace, I try
and then that hedgehog scurries by
I squirm away beneath a log
and bump into a big green frog

It's no wonder I'm afraid
of people digging with a spade
They never notice that I'm there
It really isn't very fair

With all these hazards to avoid
it's no wonder that I'm paranoid
The whole damn world seems to be
wanting to make a meal of me

Well, I have had about enough
It's time for me to cut up rough
Time for me to make a stand
and take this matter into hand

So in my hole I turn round
and burrow back into the ground
I burrow up and then I see
the blackbird's got his back to me

He's completely unaware
of the fact that I am there
So very quietly up I come 
and bite the bugger on the bum