Long Tonne Poems

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Premium Member Visit Wiltshire

Wiltshire is a lovely place too be
A county with plenty of history
Neolithic rocks from north to south
You can even see a white horses mouth

With walks over undulating ground
Find the mystery of the giants mound 
You can see where the soldiers train
On the expansive Salisbury Plain 

With white horses carved into the hill
Walk around them enjoy the thrill
If you are not able to do the walks
Visit the heritage centers hear the talks

But if all else fails jump into the car
You can easily see them from afar
No queuing required and it's free 
Come to Wiltshire and you will see

Stonehenge, Avebury stones too name but afew
I guarantee you will go phew
Ingenuity of the people before
Its amazing, it will not bore 

Moving those rocks that weigh a tonne
Without machinery just father and son
Carving horses into those chalky hills
Showing us, all thier artistic skills 

So visit Wiltshire and see these sights
Plenty to do from morning to night
Let the country air cover your face
Do this slowly it's not a race

Enjoy your trip to this county 
Paradise Yes without the bounty 
Meet the locals and have a chat
Enjoy a cider you can't beat that


Premium Member Black Dog Catcher

What is the purpose of life?
Can't even keep your wife!
Then there's holding a job.
Are you really that much of a kxxb

Life is surely about family
Why can't it be for me
Am I that screwed up?
Over floweth does the cup

Is this just another blip
Or am I travelling on the one way ship
What is wrong with me
My loved ones I can not see

Why do I make them suffer
It's my fault I'm a fluffer
They deserve better than me
They should have stability

Why do I feel alone 
Can't even grab the phone
If only I was passed
The family have tranquility at last.

The black dog is on my shoulder
Really getting bolder and bolder
He canvwait untill im in focus
Then i can give him some hoous copus

Failing is something I can't do
Unfortunately this is not true
I am a massive failure
Larger than a 10 tonne trailer

I don't feel to good today
MENTAL HEALTH what can I say
Slashes on my arm to feel pain
What can I say about my brain

It hurts when you lose control
If I didn't the family would be whole
Not very nice when your thoughts are strong
When you feel you don't belong

Woke up today feeling embarrassed
Because of actions arm's are a mess
But today will begin a new chapter
After all I am the Black Dog Catcher

Look, No Stone

Since there was no stone to close Jesus’ death tomb
According to modern Christian myth, it had vanished,
But as of the Gospel version of this story, boom,
In Luke 24:2 the stone was rolled away - astonished?

Matthew 28 verses 1 to 6 tell us squarely, no tact,
That an angel appeared to the two women, the Mary’s, 
To the next of kin in Jesus’ life, mum and partner, fact, 
Which defers upon these two people the quandaries.  

Jesus had caused such a kerfuffle amongst professionals, 
In the medical scene he’d had an important remark, 
That the poor should also receive treatment, nationals, 
Did it in public even, brought medicine out of the dark.

So the continuation of this new strand of medicine, 
Had to be engineered, and the two Mary’s saw that, 
So, I detect, they told a lie about the internment scene, 
Because they suggest strength by angels having hat. 

When you do exercises too much or strain excessively, 
You can see an angel if you believe in them, reflection, 
So I deduce that Mary and Mary moved the stone actively, 
And cremated his body without guilt or hesitation. 

A lie can often hint the original truth, when you tell one, 
And so the real story can be deduced, concluded, traced, 
And the Gospel states that the stone was set aside, tonne, 
Not disappeared implying god had resurrected and aced. 

Extreme fundamentalist parents tell their kids smugly, 
That the stone had vanished without explanation, 
But you can see clearly that Christianity was born really, 
From the two Mary’s and the gardener’s cremation.
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member Sinless Eyes - a Collab With James Fraser

SINLESS EYES


Nine solid months unto her womb is he,
breathing and heartbeat they do as one.
Carrying him safely, his husband sees,
providing food and money his daily home run
'til the day his son pleas to be out in the sun.
(always then his aim is to be a good guy)
Though it will take a long long time, his son--
sinless eyes, no smiles, when the children cry...

His son grew then unto the world he spree
where he is exposed to gases, bombs and gun.
Along the streets, he and others learn a key--
that learning curve adhere but some remains undone.
Shoulders bruised, torn, from bearing a tonne,
some lost souls wander, their life gone awry--
falling short to wonder later how it all began,
sinless eyes, no smiles, when the children cry...

Can later bestow some better decree,
outlasting evil by following a model-- a nun?
On returning to God by following thee,
from this day, forward, man shall never shun
to battles that last even 'til midnight sun.
Answers possessed on the strings of whys
and never again to ask for a hired gun.
Sinless eyes, no smiles, when the children cry...

Darkness is beaten, light has won!
Wisdom now reached, cocooning the guy,
a new day now welcomes another son
sinless eyes, no smiles, when the children cry...


©J.A. Fraser and O. E. Guillermo
9:40 pm, December 01, 2014
Form: Ballade

Premium Member When We Were Young

The billycart we made, with pride in our hands,
We made with a juvenile fun,
Using 4b2 planks, and big iron wheels,
It weighed somewhere near to a tonne,

For the farm’s eroded driveway, both steep and direct,
Covered in sharp, slippery sand,
Leading straight down, to the shard concrete bridge,
Upon which we'd often crash land,

We didn't need, nor have, O.H. and S. cover,
Our safety plan was more or less hope,
And this was shown with the steering we made,
Out of old worn torn hessian rope.

When we were kids we got cut and we bled,
All the time, with no song and no dance,
We learnt, first hand, how to face a good risk,
How to laugh at danger, at hurt, at chance.
Form: Quatrain


Victorious August 75 Years

Atomic payback made impact dramatically 
Physics split minute energy into mammoth 
Allied forces warned Hiroshima, Nagasaki
Destroyer of worlds, Now I become death

Military master, Japan, thought threat outrageous 
Devastation loomed, four tonne 'Boy' understated 
Captain William Parsons' eleven crew couragous 
Strategists secured success in moment awaited

Mortally haunted, Heaven bound warrior, Tibbet
Executed bitter battle's end with dual blast pinnacle 
Blood fry in nuclear fire equals life's instant inhibit
Barrel of boiling tar nuclear, dark enemy formidable 

Warfare honing hails modern science triumphant
High flying stealth hit dismissive city, Hiroshima
80 000 obliterated in blast's mighty circumference 
Spurred surrendour from horror, West's redeemer

War's tragic trail of destruction is never desirable 
Japan's lax defense conceded their due fire cease
Bleeding Harbour sped innovation for global survival 
Deadly allied attack rendered long needed peace




15th August 2020
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Tea

Getting of a London bus 
On a sweltering day in June
Trying not to swear or cuss -
I knew I’d be home soon. 

The shopping bags were heavy 
They seemed to weigh a tonne, 
But I knew this was the levy, 
For my cuppa in the sun. 

My senses all were bristling 
As I reached up for the pot
When the kettle started whistling, 
With the water bubbling hot. 

Holding handle and the spout
With a gentle, slow gyration, 
I warmed the pot throughout
With expectant jubilation. 

That rich and sweet perfume
Of tea leaves as they brew
Fill my senses and the room
With the wonder they imbue. 

I set my China cup, 
Upon its saucer on the tray, 
Eager for that first sweet sup, 
I pour without delay. 

Tea, deep brown and steaming, 
Softened by a splash of milk, 
Sends my taste buds reeling 
When I sip it’s liquid silk. 

For some, it’s like a ritual, 
For some just rehydration 
For some a joy, habitual,
A wonder of creation. 

For me it’s like a refuge 
From the storms, the stress and strife
When drowning in life’s deluge
This Elixir of life !
Form: Rhyme

Shipmate

In a 40 tonne steal vessel
You'd think your safe
But the waves are hassle 
Higher than the empire state
Tossing us around,
Like a childs play thing 
Up high then suddenly down
Left to right like a swing
Hanging on to a table
With my head full of lumps
Not feeling very stable
Getting battered by loose junk
I want to go home now
It's been long enough
I'm cold, scared and half drowned 
Seawater covering all of us
 Never change your ships name
Was a scream I heard
The captains to blame
The oceans proving the curse
I'm too young to die
And not in this way
I cannot tell a lie
Save me i pray
Form: Rhyme

Endless

Our eyes can’t hide
What a smile tries to cover inside
We drop to our knees to beg
On our knees we fall to wed
When you lose someone
Your half is gone, a burden comes worth a tonne
In the face of other love birds
Comes that sharp ruthless heart ache
You see the future you dreamt of
Pass by you on the sidewalk
Freeing a bird and letting it fly
Is painful but sometimes right
You think of your efforts and tries
But the bird’s chatters have turned out to be cries
It’s like a wind blew away the heart’s lace
Leaving it naked, cold and worthless 
But what dwells in me is endless
Like the stretch of the Sahara ahead of you
Like a vast and wide sea of blue
Like the only time you can ever let go
It’s at the last tick of the clock
My memories are a fortress
For a love that is endless

Men Bleed a River Before They Cry

A knife stab on a man
Hurts as much on a kid

He has to remain mum
A brave face to cede

A woman on his side, on the other a son
Two souls to shield, emotions never freed

He has strength to lift a tonne
And more to make his tears recede

He holds the tears back like a dam
When his boiling anger feeds

His heartbreak may have no span
But he won’t flip a lid

Lucid is heartbreak to a woman
It is heart dust to a man crushed to plead

A moon ray in the absence of the sun
Sparkles a tear drop on his eyelid

When the world looks away he becomes human
Allows his tears to flow and dilute his bleeding

He knows crying a river killed no one
But bleeding a river did
Form: Rhyme

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