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I heard the promise of freedom,
Became an eager volunteer,
Welcomed you to my country
When you arrived here.
Now, my world is in ashes.
My life in despair
I worked in your cause
But you just don’t care.
You came here as liberators
Stayed here for twenty years
Then like all schoolyard bullies
Upped sticks and disappeared.
A chaotic withdrawal
But that’s what you do,
Turn tail and run when
The going gets hard for you.
You broke all your commitments
As you left most of us behind
It seems to be a case of
Out of sight out of mind.
I am one of the very many
Victims of your thoughtless wars
Who believed in your intentions
And fought in your cause.
Disillusioned and in danger
I ask my self the question why
What did I do do wrong that
You left me here possibly to die.
All over so very quickly when
You decided it was time to go
And my world so very quickly
Returned to a previous Status Quo
Put not your faith in fine words
Because when all said and done
You seem to know no diplomacy
Other than that of bullet and gun.
And we join the millions of victims
Of yet another unfinished cause
As you return to Fortress America
From yet another unfinished war.
This poem does not in anyway disrespect the American Forces with whom I worked in the past, or the American people, just your crazy politicians, who like mine, will fight to the last drop of somebody else’s blood.
I’m not an animal or creature, I’m just a human being
but if the wizard can’t help, then from soup I’ll be fleeing
The wicked soup witch says my poems are dire
she declared I’m past it and that I should retire!
I’ve cried bitter tears until my eyes are sore
my muse has gone, I just can’t write any more
So I silently slink along the yellow brick road
hoping that the wizard can lighten my load
It’s way past midnight when I finally arrive -
I’ve had to walk as I’ve not learned to drive
Dorothy and friends all had their wishes granted
I'll beg the wizard for my muse to be re implanted
I climb the winding steps to visit the wizard
he reminds me of a scaly wizened old lizard
I said ‘Wizard please can you help find my muse,
she’s upped and left, so I‘m here to schmooze
I’m desperately trying to become a good poet
but my poems are awful and don’t I know it’
He said ‘stop the tears, I don’t want to drown -
write intellectual poems, stop acting the clown!’
The wizard peers at me over his 'say ban' glasses
and prescribes three tablespoons of dark molasses
I ask ‘wizard will that bring my muse back to me’
he said ‘don’t be daft, it'll sweeten your poetry’
So I’m guzzling molasses three times a day
and I hope my muse will come back and stay
Off to see the wizard contest
Sponsored by Charles Messina
11/25/18
He had failed to see what was coming,
He wondered where he had gone wrong.
He thought that he’d been very careful,
He made sure he was right all along.
They knew he had been far too rigid,
They knew he was always this way.
They knew it was his fault it happened,
They knew they could not have ‘their’ say.
His family had suffered in silence,
His family just did what ‘he’ said.
His family were drowning in sorrow,
His family all wished he were dead.
They knew that his ways wouldn’t alter,
They knew that things must be ‘his’ way.
They knew if they stayed any longer,
They knew that forever they’d pay.
His family they all upped and left him,
His family they went far away.
His family they now had their freedom,
His family could now live ‘their’ way.
He sat all alone and he pondered,
He had given them all of his life.
He couldn’t accept he had lost them,
He still loved his children and wife.
He still could not see why they left him,
He thought they had treated him bad.
He needed to look a bit further,
He blamed them for making him sad.
I know that if he had looked inward,
His family would never have gone.
He could have left them some ‘decisions’,
He’s now only making for one!
Ivor G Davies
The new year now is creeping into view
with resolutions, hopes and dreams galore,
so this year what I thought that I would do
is get off on the right foot weeks before.
I've upped the rate I pace at when I walk
to burn off calories and trim my waist,
and breakfast times now need no knife and fork,
it's Muesli , hope I get used to the taste.
Brown bread instead of white, meats are lean cuts,
tins of mackerel ,more omega threes,
for extra protein there's unsalted nuts
and tons of fruit to help stave off disease.
It's great to know that as the years go by
I will be really healthy when I die.
He calls me names, the teacher said.
Her arms were crossed; her mouth was tight,
She was mean-face-angry. Furious maybe.
What names? The boss asked her.
Does it matter? I wondered but later I was glad she had.
The teacher yelled out three names
“leave me alone Lucy”, “sound it out Sarah”, and
“Fix it yourself, Yolanda.”
These three names fit her personality better than a snakeskin.
I looked at the brilliant eight-year-old who had one-upped our own nickname for her.
and bit my lips as hard as I could, so my personality did not escape.
The boss’s eyes met mine; I knew we were on the same amused wavelength,
headed toward Uh-oh-land.
Good friends we both looked away but not before
Sound it Out Sarah figured it out.
She saw the look and knew
“Let’s go,” Fix it Yourself Yolanda said to the eight-year-old felon,
A psychoanalyst in the making,
maybe already there without a degree.
He and “Leave me Alone Lucy” had traveled
several meters down the hall
before the boss and I clutched each other,
sobbing with happy laughter.
“Oh, we are going to get it now!” I thought.
Our own nickname for her was “Retaliation Rebecca”.
MANIFESTO
Three words inscribed on a bullet
Finger on a trigger ready to pull it
This system that does not concede
Free healthcare at the point of need
Or each citizen having their own say
Then they express in their own way
It’s politically influential Big Pharma
That have a different kind of karma
Money not blood, is the circulation
Feeding each medical organisation
Donations keeps it just the way it is
Even when retribution begins to fizz
With certainties like death and taxes
Just where now indeed is that evil axis
Industries may be considered corrupt
As insurance fees are simply upped
What does it really take to lift the lid
Pushing the poor down the pyramid
Social medicine is seen as communist
The truth is diverted and then missed
It’s not capitalism in everyone’s sights
Or choosing to distort human rights
But money makes the world go round
Despite extortion often being found
Yet murder cannot justify a murder
Even in a kind of government purdah
A message has been sent, to be sure
Remember ‘Sicko’ by Michael Moore
And now the sense of injustice grows
From the words, Deny Defend Depose
SELF HELP POEM
Self help Poem: It started off with one-
I was really startled by the potency
I was overwhelmed by it -
It seemed to disappear faster than
I could afford to be without it.
I wanted it to last longer,I upped it by two.
That burst of euphoria traveling faster than
the time it took to think it.
I mean before I could mellow
out and write a whole poem,
I had already required three;
Three in my mouth same time-
melting on my tongue dispersing
flavorful burst of peppermint
"Mentos" it was like a big distraction --
I couldn't write for long-
Not knowing if this would be
the last bursting sensation
I would experience for tonight.
I am down to one pack. My fingers are
clawing open the packaging, there is only
one left deep down.-
I am terrified, It's is so good,
My mouth is making my brain jealous.
I cram in the Last one.,
a poem comes - I can't concentrate.
Mentos excites my attitude.
I want to thank them;
Them who dumps pure exotic
peppermint oil into a candy that
is so sooo chewy and sweet,
Inducing erotic feelings and fear...
Mentos I can not get enough of you,
two packs down and I
sit praying for the will-power
not to suck another Mentos tonight.
Ok the Mentos, in my mouth is almost dissolved;
I am looking at the last package... I am scared
It was a nice day, and a fat man was crossing the road, but he slipped and fell and accidently stepped on a Toad.
He didn’t think much of it and again started to walk to work, but the toad…HE WAS ANGRY AND VERY IRKED!
He followed the fat man everywhere he’d go; it was pretty simple to do that because he would walk very slow.
He pooped everywhere inside the fat man’s house, and the fat set upped traps thinking it was probably a mouse.
But No…The toad was smarter than that, he followed him everywhere he went, pooped on his shirts and even his office pants.
So dear reader, don’t forget, if you anger a toad, on you, he will do, A number two.
George was having a secret love affair
Breaking his marriage vows without a care
A cheater deceiving
A husband believing
That his wife was totally unaware.
But George wife was beginning to suspect
The doubt, the not knowing and disrespect
So she hired a P.I.
To go spy on her guy
But felt uneasy in what to expect.
George phone was tapped and pictures were taken
Of hotels where they did their love makin'
Evidence was gathered
Everything that mattered
And places where they had been in-between.
When his wife saw the proof, there was no doubt
She challenged him, then gave him a good clout
He begged, he pleaded
She then next proceeded
Into throwing him and all his stuff out.
Their house had been sold, the money was split
He had moved in with his new fancy bit
Lovers fighting soon came
Killing lusts burning flame
And his doubt about wanting to commit.
Not knowing what to do or start again
His thoughts and emotions were in a spin
So he upped and left
His money he'd invest
And to reflect on his cardinal sin.
Susie was younger, George was more senior
Grass isn't always any more greener
He's now lives in a flat
With a budgie and cat
Wishing he hadn't cheated on Gina.
15.08.25
I found you gal
And felt so grand.
I placed a bet
And played my hand.
But I was suckered
By your bluff,
‘Cause what you offered
Wasn’t love.
I still remember,
Way back when,
You upped the ante
Once again.
The stakes were higher
Than I knew.
I lost my soul
When I won you.
I’m gonna dry
My tears of you,
Then I’ll begin
My life anew.
I’ll plug that hole
Left in my heart
So I can find
A brand new start.
I was so suckered
By your bluff,
‘Cause what you offered
Wasn’t love.
You had me fooled
For a few years,
Then I woke up
And drowned in beers.
Now clean and sober
I can leave,
And I won’t even
Stop to grieve.
I’m gonna dry
My tears of you,
Then I’ll begin
My life anew.
I’ll plug that hole
Left in my heart
So I can find
A brand new start.
I was so suckered
By your bluff;
‘Cause what you offered
Wasn’t love.