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Label it RSVP if you find peace
Found paradise
But happiness was deceased
Let me know if you find peace
The sound of my alarm clock
Brings chills to my body
I’ve been blessed with another day
By this evening I'll be done forgot it
Elementary
I was blamed for trouble
By my adolescent years
My misery doubled
Hands together, head bowed
The misery I allowed
Blacks, poor whites, and Mexicans
After the math we looked on for less again
Walked as ghost
With the Continental army on Churchill
After peace
That one militia would have a full course meal
Prophets locked in submission
Mercenaries trapped under the Lords supervision
To heal another’s wounds, such a decision
Lucifer and Jehovah
Two brothers locked in a crash collision
As pawns on their chess boards
How can we learn to love
When all we see
Are Relatives clashing below and above
Label it RSVP if you find peace
Found paradise
But happiness was deceased
Let me know if you find peace
First Russia fell, a vast land,
Nine time zones, Stalin took command.
Millions of Russians died due to his rule
But Russians don't learn that fact in school.
FDR called him "Uncle Joe,"
Mistook a tyrant for a bro.
Churchill described what he could see—
The Iron Curtain shielding tyranny.
And North Korea - the U.S. let Russia install
a communist regime, let it be Russia's call
Now North Korea has nukes, and missiles too
Makes you wonder if our leaders have a clue.
Then Reds took China - over a billion souls,
Again for freedom the death bell tolls
Millions killed there, the rest indoctrinated
Is endless dictatorship where the world is fated?
Cuba fell to Castro, death squads worked overtime
JFK abandoned freedom fighters, negligence like a crime
Then fell Vietnam, Cambodia, Laos too
Pol Pot killed over a million, pundits surprised, who knew?
Once Communism takes root, it helps new plants grow
Cuba fought in Angola, had regime change to show
Its secret police help Venezuela reds crack down
I haven't seen protests in any western town.
Then there are the forces of Jihad
Mullahs stifled Iran in the name of God
China and Russia allied with them too
Makes you wonder at the motives of this crew.
Turkey’s strongman crushed dissent, just to begin
His armies took part of Cypress, an easy win
His allies took Syria, its former rulers were quite bad
But under Islamic State, Christians, Druze fates really sad.
In Nigeria, Christians die
Jihadists view them with a jaundiced eye.
And Somalia, hangs by a thread, I fear,
Seems poised to fall within the year.
If friends fall like leaves from a tree
How long can the remaining battered lands stay free?
History is a loudmouth dunghill hen,
Who so hid hind it were left to cavil,
He who loves here and now’s a happy man.
Past, a flightless bird, primes its wings in vain,
A dodo buried under snowy chill,
History’s no more than a dunghill hen.
If what goes never may return again,
If fleeting moments can’t a vacuum fill,
Here and now’s a hinge for a happy man.
The story of this world since time began
Seems to end with mankind’s same old evil,
A tale glorified by a dunghill hen.
Not much has changed, not so dies more same than
Hist’ry, a time-waster of wanton will,
He who loves here and now’s a happy man.
Time scorches, to pallor turns ruddy tan,
And future gets frozen, good with evil,
History’s ho hum yells like dunghill hen,
He who loves here and now’s a happy man.
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Villanelle | 07.03.2022 |
Poet’s notes: Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it. But we are here to create the history, not remember it, nor yet repeat it. And yet, history, written by the winners, is often not even truth. What this means is and as this poem says, history is a loudmouth dunghill hen. Further, talking about history, as someone said, some people feel the rain, and some get wet. As Churchill said, ‘history will be kind to me as I intend to write it. So, let us focus on creating history, and that process starts from here and now. Sure, he who loves here and now is a happy man
A Poem Of WW1
ANZAC Day
25th April 2018
Let’s have at Johnny Turk
Winston Churchill said,
We’ll secure the Dardanelles,
Keep our Russian trade fed.
His words so casually uttered
May have had to be eaten
Johnny Turk was well Generalled
And not so easily beaten.
The naval campaign to start
Was, at a price, repelled,
The following land invasion
Was resisted and held.
After eight cruel months
Our forces were withdrawn
Half a million dead and wounded
Left for both sides to mourn.
They came from India, New Zealand,
Australia, Canada, Europe as well
Only to leave their bones
In Gallipoli’s Hell.
And so it ended,
A campaign of disaster
With massive repercussion
Felt for so long after.
Constantinople never taken,
The Ottoman Empire in shreds,
Turkey arisen from the ashes which
Gallipoli General Attaturk led.
Words attributed to Attaturk
On a plaque overlooking the Bay
Honouring the dead of all Nations
Still stands to this very day.
Eighty one cemeteries and memorials
Now overlook that battle’s scene
The only mute and grim reminder
That a disastrous campaign had been.
And so we parade each year
To respect and honour the memories,
Of those that survived and those
Resting in foreign cemeteries.
This Poem was read out by Padre Ralph Catts, our Honorary Padre, at Hull Cenotaph ANZAC Day Parade. I had the honour of laying a wreath on behalf of Hull Veteran Support Centre. The Poem was written for the occaision.
Somewhere to Nowhere Mystery
Enigma’s sleuth climbs up for clues – somewhere to nowhere
Facing innocuous door wearing an opaque face, end of case or beginning,
The physic soul tumbles into a void of suspicions
No evidence to track – no hints mesmerize theories -
No guarantees of finding another sunrise on the other side
Magic or mayhem, mystery or monster, memory or momentary,
Damsel or time’s leaping tiger topsy-turvy;
Ebony staircase turning to sand, no way back from this fourth dimension
Nowhere to somewhere,
Exit or entry disappearing into a dawn of discoveries -
Stakeout leaping into oblivion perchance –
Destiny’s detective blinded by star flung fate –
Old glories or new splendors – portal slow opens
Primal scream of amazement a new puzzle emerging
Conundrums and riddles tipped on their heads;
No closing the case
New leads to follow at the backroom crossroads of somewhere
To maybe nowhere.
9-19-20
"Riddle, wrapped in a mystery inside an enigma." Attributed to Winston Churchill.
There once was a great nation who lead the whole free world
Oh all the honor that was heaped as that flag was unfurled
By entering WW 2 Churchill said of us "the sleeping giant has awoke"
A man so famously known for the many prophetic words that he spoke
All was fine, till one day it began to crumble from the inside out
Yet even at this point now many people still look at me with such doubt
But many things have happened since that I needn't now here mention
Yet this is not the end but a signal that the beginning has now begun
"You can not lead any country without the Bible" is what Washington said
Seeing these were very Godly and Spiritual Founding Fathers who once led
I'm not here trying to shove anything what so ever down anybody's throat
It's just that God is showing you, this great nation, the power of your vote
But don't act like a chicken little running all about without a head
For soon there will be no place to hide from the Word God has said
With the school race long since over it is now our own economy
Look at China taking our 180 year reign away and then comes number three
P.S. They owed a lot of money too, mostly to China.
At
Dunkirk,
where thousands
of stranded men
lined a bloody beach,
hope was draining with each
air strike delivered by the
unrelenting Germans’ aircraft.
Cold, starved, and injured men watched from shore -
their few rescue ships being bombed and sunk.
How must they have felt knowing their homeland
was so close – and yet so far away?
Horrific days passed when at last
brave civilians came with boats,
so it was that ten times
the number of those
not expected
to live were
instead -
SAVED.
Aug. 16, 2017: Double Etheree written for
JPContest 6: WAR AND HEROISM Contest
From Wikipedia:
The Dunkirk evacuation, code-named Operation Dynamo and also known as the Miracle of Dunkirk, was the evacuation of Allied soldiers during World War II from the beaches and harbour of Dunkirk, in the north of France, between 26 May and 4 June 1940.
The operation commenced after large numbers of British, French, and Belgian troops were cut off and surrounded by German troops during the Battle of France. In a speech to the House of Commons, British Prime Minister Winston Churchill called this "a colossal military disaster", saying "the whole root and core and brain of the British Army" had been stranded at Dunkirk and seemed about to perish or be captured.
On the first day only 7,669 men were evacuated, but by the end of the eighth day, 338,226 soldiers had been rescued by a hastily assembled fleet of over 800 boats. Many troops were able to embark from the harbour's protective mole onto 39 destroyers of the British Royal Navy, 4 Royal Canadian Navy destroyers,] and civilian merchant ships, while others had to wade out from the beaches, waiting for hours in shoulder-deep water. Some were ferried to the larger ships by what came to be known as the little ships of Dunkirk, a flotilla of hundreds of merchant marine boats, fishing boats, pleasure craft, yachts, and lifeboats called into service from Britain. In his We shall fight on the beaches speech on 4 June, Churchill hailed their rescue as a "miracle of deliverance".
Without you there's no doubt I'd be
a man without this poetry,
you brought the artist out of me,
my rhymes make up your legacy.
The millions that you got through too
took comfort that they felt like you,
writing songs that are pure and true
easing minds as Churchill would do.
Your songs in which you're sad or fume
have never needed Auto tune,
as you change the minds that assume
you're nothing but a mouthy loon.
Lost yourself in the moment and grabbed it,
but have never used your songs to brag it,
too busy writing lyrical magic
and overcoming all those bad habits.
When written off you always return,
and spit sick lyrics but some don't learn,
the rest of them all live concerned,
your status was no gift but earned.
A man that called himself Slim Shady
inspired and found the poet in me.
As I hyper focus and rhyme with ADHD,
feeling hopeless goes unnoticed and I am set free.
With all the rhymes that I have penned
I'm nothing but a Stan 'til the end,
I don't know you but you're a friend,
Marshall Mathers, a living legend.
This years holiday took us to Madeira
an island of exquisite beauty so rare
having a history rolling back decades
raising its inhabitants looking so fair
Columbus himself stepped on this land
before heading west, America to find
UK's war leader Churchill came to paint
loving the peaceful place W.C. signed
The capital Funchal truly majestic
a city with its own story centre
three dimensional shown all its history
richly blessed what could be better?
This island has indeed such a nice climate
throughout the year its warmth varies little
making its tourism of such high regard
it's an important priority no matter how brittle
The mountains and greenery so luscious
looking down on its boisterous sea
as well as its winds which do vary
even the aeroplane bows to freely agree
What a picture this land paints
with all its wine, fish and its fruit
all this excellence must be tasted
such richness grows at its very root
(Reflections of a recent holiday spent on the lovely island of Madeira near Portugal.)
Guess Who,
One Clue,
Old As Dirt,
Sometimes Curt.
Tom’s Opinion
1/13/2021
She preaches forgiveness and promotes divisiveness,
and isn’t plagued In her purpose by indecisiveness.
She’s had years of practice at spewing false claims,
A partisan politician who excels in fanning flames.
Any articles of impeachment she’s not apt to table,
and disagreeing with her, gets some west coast label.
It’s said when she gets mad she can throw a hissyfit,
and even if somethings good she still wouldn’t like it.
If found on her bad side she’s not slow to lambaste,
and like Churchill “she never lets a crisis go to waste.”
She’s like a bulldog in a hay barn taking a breather,
she won’t eat the hay and won’t let others eat it either.