On second take..Lowe is not that great.' In fact i hear of
Late.' He wants 'bio meat on our plates?' Its beyond the
Pale.' Its all lookng stale, i beleive its time ti bale.' I had
Hoped against hope; for better.' Yet he's another bird of
False feather.' Along with Farage? Although giving and
Asking for it (large!) In support i mean.' What a dejecting
Scene is seen.' Yet to be fair (their was an irk) between
My shoulder blades it lurked.! So i must jettison any writes
Of support.. This type of skull-duggery appeares fully rife.?
( I must choose!) Ashby versus White..I do not consent in
Ink' to write.)
Ashby v White, if applied right.' With the script i do not
Comply' at the ballot will belie.) Remove misogeny from
On high..Why choose to be opressed? Once this reality
Is addressed.' Other lands should follow suit? Then your
Fate will not be moot.' (The no longer to be trusted)
Shall then really find they're busted.' So be ready from this
Day give them the boot.' Send them on their un-merry way.!
The passed a place with deep regret
Don’t want to remember, cannot forget
There’s scars and wounds that will not heal
For I had to main I had to kill
I had to follow the orders gave
And send my foes to meet their grave
The nights are hard for the faces live
Inside my head they won’t forgive
Their anger haunts my thoughts and dreams
Their words are just their eyes fordeems
My burden to bear, untill I leave this place
Their loved ones cry’s my fall from grace
I can’t turn back tides or turn back time
So bare my soul and write this Rhyme
I whisper my apologies
for all of my atrocities
A soldier has to pay the price
They bare their arms and roll the dice
If it was not him it would be me
I rolled a six he rolled a 3
I wish history could be rewrote
I wasn’t on that sea,or in that boat
I did not land upon that shore
I have no medals in my drawer
No strangers I did not wish to meet
No blood soaked sand beneath my feet
I have no faces in my head
No one mamed no one dead
No broken hearts no loved ones lost
For that I would pay any cost
By David Ashby
21/09/2024 3.32AM
Shattered Beauty
(Magic of the mask)
Nature is so callous
To curse or bestow her
The face with left half
Disfigured and warped
By severe accident befallen on her.
Alas! Louise Ashby
alarmed herself
To encounter her face
In the mirror blurred
By the breath she exhales
As if the reflection of her face
In the turbid water
Traumatized by the storms
In the surface of the pond.
Louise Ashby
Not being able to hold longer
Heavy burden of her disfigured face
On her adolescent body
Standing resolutely in the planet
Tears flows in her eyes.
If she could recuperate her beauty
Granted her by Nature
To stage her play again.
Thanks to the artistic hand
That fixes
238 tiny metal plates in series
Fastened as headband
Inside the hairy skin of her head
To repair the left half
With the right half of her face
So much beautiful and reverie
Like the full moon drops her beauty
Inside the tranquil and lucid pond.
That alive her again
With her dream comes true
*
giving grandpa
the V.I.P. tour
of ashby lake
in the silence
before sunrise
slumbers ashby lake
posted on September 9, 2019
dunking one toe
into the lake
before jumping in
published in my photobook A TOUR OF ASHBY LAKE, 2020
posted on September 6, 2019