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The brightness of late summer light,
The songs of birds whose brood take flight.
I love to take in these earthly pleasures,
And so to fill my mind with treasures.
The conversations with my friends,
The closeness only death will end,
To share my life with those who care,
How could we have better fare?
Those who suffer pain and grief,
From whom love's stolen by a thief,
Let us take them to our hearts,
So their healing path can start.
Those who are fear friendship and love,
Who set themselves at too low worth,
Do they know how courage grows
Through acceptance of our woes
Life is tragic comedy.
Love may be the remedy.
Though if we give our hearts away
We shall have grief and pain to pay.
But if we lock our hearts up tight,
And keep all feeling out of sight,
We will wither like dead leaves,
Of our whole life we'll be bereaved
It’s voice causes the shiver
its name causes the stagger
tremours boiling
fettle downpouring
Heartbeats panicking
families isolating
Like a turret, it oozes
like a trumpet, it blows
emanating shockwaves
spurring Venom
hissing sparks
scything down humans like grass.
Some say the states gave it light
But Daddy says “Wuhan”, without delight
Basking with the thought
“Does Wuhan Gloat,
is it a calculated attempt to free land
Or Divine justice sent from God’s Hand”?
Cities,laid on Siege
Borders, Borded and armed
Starvation creeping
bereaved weeping
unemployment surging
Media, reeking.
But on the Ocean’s Horizon
Africa resides
Its citizens, quite in oblivion
Of the fangs of Poseidon
For whispers says black is a curse
But i tell you, is the reverse.
Born to toil and forever toil,
That’s our only curse;
Brazen for the Saharan sun,
we Suckle the anopheles
Drink from potholes
What then is Covid 19?
Tell Covid 19 that Am black
Wuhan won’t knock on my door
For Toiling from birth to death,
My body is brazen against It
For am Black,
And am food for the anopheles
Tell Covid 19 I banter with lions
Feed the fleas
And though I drink with cows from the gutters
Typhoid fears my face
And though I sleep on the grass,
The cobra bites me not
Tell Covid 19 I endure hell on daily basis
And that it’s but a speck
To that log I carry
That if the world sinks on it
My black Africa would stand
For am black.
We Stand Together
Our thoughts are with the bereaved
We must understand their pain
We all think that we are safe
But vigilance we must attain
It shouldn't take an act of violence
For us to care for one another
We should cherish every day
With mother, father, sister,brother
Lives were lost and people injured
Due to a senseless act
This is the ugly face of life
Not fantasy but fact
We must all band together
And help in any way we can
They are someone's flesh and blood
Our kindred fellow man
Keep Manchester in your prayers
Each and every night
Pray also for other parts of the world
Who have suffered the same plight
Lover each parted their mutual ways,
Tears for them cause misty sprays.
Cold grew them both,
Love amid them was now an old growth.
Years of tenderness love a garland weaved,
Away their love, parted hearts now bereaved,
Bereft them parted strained in love ,
Stripped of glow and devoid of heavenly grace from above.
Lover each parted their mutual ways,
Tears for them cause misty sprays.
Cold grew them both,
Love amid them was now an old growth.
As sorrow seeps across their face,
the dew of the morn shuns the warmth of the day deface.
Lover each parted their mutual ways,
Tears for them cause misty sprays.
Cold grew them both,
Love amid them was now an old growth.
For days to come both, they would grieve,
Make believe a straight face ,for all to deceive,
But deep within their hearts that broke,
A dim flame of emotions still lies awoke.
Lover each parted their mutual ways,
Tears for them cause misty sprays.
Cold grew them both,
Love amid them was now an old growth.
A score late were parted lovers to meet,
Wonder how they were to greet,
With frozen silence and tear dried face,
Wonder if those feelings could they erase.
Pain drenched brow would seem to show,
The wrinkles with pain the deeper that they grow.
Lover each parted their mutual ways,
Tears for them cause misty sprays.
Cold grew them both,
Love amid them was now an old growth.
The faces of parents revealed not a worry; not a care.
Kids walked alone, not for tricks, but for treats.
No child was worried about the candy eats.
All that mattered was that the candy was sweet.
And always with respect, the kids did greet.
Before I proceed further, I must hasten to
tell you that this night was unlike any other.
It was one uneasy and scary Halloween;
One with a different kind of scariness.
There were no razors or pins to be found in the candy.
Nor were there any deadly or toxic cookies.
There was a girl dressed like a queen.
Every policeman on the streets was a rookie.
No weird dresses or funny faces on anyone.
And there was a boy dressed like a king.
By comparison, every Halloween prior was a nightmare.
None were dressed in black. No super surprises.
Every child was accounted for, and none was missing.
Not one parent was found weeping in sadness;
But scores of parents were crying for pure joy.
No one was deceived, nor was anyone bereaved.
By comparison to every prior Halloween, this was a dream.
For children and parents everywhere, a night like this was due.
This Halloween was scary because it was too good to be true.
101222PS
I could see the virus approaching so why couldn't he?
But he had to keep investors happy and save the economy
On his watch people in their thousands, died needlessly
The U.K. had a spiralling death rate, a preventable tragedy.
He didn't listen to the top scientists, they have said so
I hope he doesn't try and deny it and say he didn't know
Care home residents from hospitals sent home to die
A ring of steel around the vulnerable, seems that was a lie.
Denials and lies seems to be a politicians stock in trade
Many have looked on in horror at the decisions he's made
Lockdowns were implemented but sadly too late
While the virus was spreading at an alarming rate.
He said " no more lockdowns, let the bodies pile high"
His advisor said he said it and of course he'll deny
The Bereaved Families for Justice, want a public enquiry
A waste of taxpayers money because he governs with impunity.
He stood in his doorway clapping with a smile on his face
What he offered the NHS 'heroes' is nothing short of a disgrace
They were offered a paltry rise of a measly one percent
Many put themselves at risk and are now struggling to pay rent.
These pandemics are nothing new and this one won't be the last
It's a shame that he and other leaders didn't learn from the past
Politicians are sparse with the truth, and they often deceive
But please make up your own mind on who you want to believe.
Written on 25th May 2021.
Oh, he had a combat rifle,
An Uzzi sub machine gun
A revolver and a pistol
And a TASER just for fun,
Because to bear arms
Was his God given right
One of those for which
He was prepared to fight.
Nobody ever knew
Why he flipped his lid.
Nobody ever knew
Why he did what he did.
Just wounded lying among
Bodies of the six dead,
Rampaging on until a SWAT
Marksman shot him in the head.
It’s not guns that kill people
The NRA statement said
Its those who pull the trigger,
But folk still end up dead.
I really don’t think that’s
Much of a consolation
To bereaved and grievimg
Coping with the situation.
A loved one lost with
No apparent reason why
Just in the wrong place so
They just happened to die.
One of those things
That sets off alarms
As to why they need to right
To continue to bear arms.
There are no indigenous natives
Waiting to ambush waggon trains
Very few live lives of danger
Out on the old Wild West plains.
No, perhaps they need weapons
To protect from the likely harms
Caused by all those others who
Exercise their right to bear arms.
Seismic waves shook the ground under our feet
On that passionate morning we could not meet
Little did I understand then
I would soon be crestfallen
Completely a lonely soul in the meaningless street
Beaten broken bewildered battered and bereaved
The other day when you poured me pink and warm
Passion pulsar profuse in grace and exquisite charm
From your purple front door
To my restless slight shore
My tree was in dance as its leaves you gently stirred
The south wind was back together with its pretty bird
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March 9, 2016
“The moon shines over the souls of the brave and courageous as they fellowship in the stillness of the night.”
- Quote by Poet
We salute the fallen,
We salute the brave,
We salute the heroes,
We salute those who gave all on the altar of service.
We mourn their departure,
As we place flowers on their resting places,
We remember their courageous deeds,
As we bow our heads in reverence.
Their loved ones await their return,
Still hoping for one last embrace,
Tomorrow looms in the shadows,
And the world feels like a dark tunnel.
Let’s find comfort in one another,
And offer solace to the bereaved,
For sweet is the sleep of the brave,
And their resting places are truly memorable.
May 18, 2025.
We sense the sacred in these peaceful walls
Yet men have died in places that appal
Women too and children then unborn
Fell into cold dark earth in lands forlorn
As our weapons grow, our hearts are hard
The people live in Gaza behind bars
The water all polluted as taps drip
Is this war or is it vengeance fit?
In Britain, it’s the poor who lose the war
As it was when Jesus Mary bore
Yet here are clerics blessing marching bands
A military show for all the land
The genocide in Europe of the Jews
The self destructive actions of the proud
The fields of France filled sick with blood and bone
Who are we to cast judgemental stones?
The War’s not over when the fighting stops
The soldiers and the tortured suffer shock
The widows and the parents all bereaved.
The unborn children hover in unease
We let the prisoners out from camps of death
But who would take them in or take their path?
The injuries will travel down the years
As still we fight and still we live in fear
It’s Europe’s grasp and greed which was the cause
Of death in Gaza, Syria, in long wars
Yet we judge we are more civilised
When we self defend with bitter lies