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A Good Day To Die

My friend died today,
She said it was a good day to die. 
The Sun was shining and the air warm.
Doves were cooing and birds were singing

My friend died today,
She said it was a good day to die. 
Dogs were chasing balls,
Cats were lying stretched out in the sun

My friend died today,
She said it was a good day to die. 
Children were playing in the park,
Watched over by mothers and fathers. 

My friend died today,
She said it was a good day to die. 
No one missed her as she slipped peacefully away, 
The flowers fluttered in the breeze as if to wave goodbye 

My friend died today,
She said it was a good day to die. 
How I miss her laughter and her tender smile. 
I wish it had not been such a good day for dying.

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The Bloodhound

The Bloodhound. 

He’s coming, yes he’s coming I know he is
I can smell him I know I can, Oh that bad scent 
You’d think he’d stop rubbing himself in it. 
But I love him I love him I love him, he is my master
I getting a hint of gun oil now, this means only one thing
Oh joy Oh joy we’re going hunting yes we are I know we are. 

Come on what’s taking so long we are going hunting 
You know you hate it when I drool but I drool when I’m excited. 
Hey, did I just see a tail, I did,  I’m sure I did, there it is again
Chase it, run! come on I can catch it, nearly got it faster faster 
Oops where did it go, darn it got  away again. Why does it always get away in the end.
Oh come on come on, I could pee myself with excitement here. 

At last at last here you are, will you kneel down,  you need a good lick
I know you moan but at least you smell better when I’ve finished 
Come on then where we going today what are we after, can I have some if we get it
I will run all day for you, you know I will cos I love you, you is the man
Where you going that’s not the woods, it’s this way it’s over here look. 
Oh gee you’re  going to the pickup, I hate the pickup you know I hate the pickup 

No!!  not the cage!!
I hate you,I hate you, I hate youuuu 
You know I get sick, sick sick sick
Please let me stay I feel sick
Are we there yet? we are, Yes,  I love you I love you, you know I do, don’t youuuu.  

15 July 2019  The Bloodhound 
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh

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Poor Maidens

The sun is rising in the Eastern sky,
its rays cutting the early morning mist.
To shine on the inky black waters cried, 
by fallen maidens to an unjust fist 

Why have they been beaten so hard they break. 
Causing such pain and sorrow as to cry,
for an eternity to spawn a lake. 
Not seen by night or serf as they pass by.

Its not their fault time has taken their looks
they become knurly and twisted with age.
To wander the forest to hide their shame.
Until time takes their life and their rage. 

But their masters, the Ogres, life is long
Beauty is their lust and young their desire.

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The Sky

Night sky

Star
Shining
Shimmering 
Stunning bright light 
Sliver

Stark
Sterile
Show no Colour 
Seizing black hole
Silent

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Leaving Harbor

The hustle and the bustle of the port is all around
The shouting of the merchants quoting prices by the pound 
The throwing of supplies over gunwales is all but done
The time has come for us to leave with our sanity to prevail

Wind has turned and the tide is ebbing it is all that we will need 
The boatswain shouts in his deep gruff voice for all aboard to hear 
All ashore that’s going ashore or sail the seas with me
Not log now shipmates and we will see the horizon over the sea. 

Let go forward let go aft and let the springs go to
Atop the mainmast unfurl the royal and to the starboard dress 
Let the wind fill that royal and from the pier we will move Then slowly and majestically we slip into the middle of the port. 


Wait for it men the orders come wait for it on my call
With bated breathe we all stand fast at stations pre prepared Then came the order loud and clear from the masters post behind Hard to port now quickly lad and let the mainmast course sail fly

Then our barque to port did turn enough to catch the breeze
Harden up the sheets now men and make that course sail tight
Now pull the halyard on the mizzenmast lets get our stern around Then slowly she obeyed the wind and through the pier heads she sailed

Well done shipmates came the shout we’ve just the bar to cross
Let’s get all the sails up to get the speed you know that we will need
With every man turned the work was was quickly done just ready for the crossing 
With wind and tide pushing up on the shallow bar the sea was quite a mess

Fore quite a time it seemed to us that we were going nowhere
the waves were high and most confuse but our ship out shone them all 
And passing the bar we did cheer and our time at sea has only just begun 
Here we go the skipper said in to your watches fall.

And truly now our voyage has begun with the sailing of our ship Long days under sunny skies are all that we will know
The sound of an albatross occasionally heard above the sea and spray 
The horizon is all ours to see my friend and ours to chase all day.

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Sweet Desire

My eyes widen and mouth starts to water then I’m drooling. 
My eyes follow her as she lightly steps through the room 
making her way, meandering in and out of tables towards me. 
I hardly notice her tight short black dress, stockings and white apron. 
See in turn never averts her eyes from me sensing my anticipation. 
As she approaches me my throat let’s a little gasp erupt into my mouth 
And then she lifts her arms out in front of her and holds out my prize. 
The biggest and best ever knickerbocker glory and it’s all mine.

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Timmysaurus

Timmysaurus is a good friend of mine
I like to play with him all the time. 

Timmysaurus is very very tall 
what a good job he doesn’t live in our hall. 

Timmysaurus is quite fat 
but saurses are know for that. 

Timmysaurus is mostly green
With big blue spots and little red dots. 

Timmysaurus is very brave 
Especially when there is someone for him to save. 

Timmysaurus likes to wear his top hat 
with a neat orange bow and a picture of a cat. 

Timmysaurus has large feet
And bright yellow wellies that fit a treat. 

Timmysaurus has a raincoat 
Made of red plastic it’s quite fantastic. 

Timmysaurus likes to play hide and seek 
He’s not hard to find he has no technique

Timmysaurus is very unique
And he’s my best friend this week.

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Soldier

I stand sentinel in the hot fierce sun. 
Wondering why I’m in this hostile land 
It’s not my style to ever turn and run
Fixed to the spot sweating from gun in hand. 

The training never led us to expect 
the fear and horror of modern warfare. 
Seeing such Pain, blood and fear leaves us wrecked
For all our comrades we really care. 

The time has come for us to move inside
Streets brimming with woman, mothers and child. 
Forward, stride by stride keeping eagle eyed 
No one knows who is our foe in full streets 

Then from a place to my side, woman drops 
her rag doll child and opens fire. Silence

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Shipwreck

SHIPWRECK 

Along the shore lies shallow shoals,
beneath the waves and not exposed. 
Laying in wait to seal the fate,
of some unsuspecting captain. 

Then comes the sound of scraping sand,
upon the boards beneath the water. 
The boat rounds up on her quarter,
and the captain sees flashes of his wife and daughter. 
 
Orders are shouted sailors are ousted
The boat soon to flounder 
They must work to save or end in their grave
Some to young for this to be done

Then up comes the swell,
like waves out of hell. 
Their power is tremendous,
and their destruction is endless. 

Horrid the sound as the waves pound,
splintering the timber from deep within her. 
Up comes the shout we’ve done our bought,
No more time to fight just to turn and flight. 

Take to the water and swim for your lives,
We have wives at home not wanting to be alone. 
Let the waves have no quarter,
Swim for the shore, strife for your life. 

But the sea shows no mercy,
With the roaring of waves,
As she carries men to their graves. 
Not one to be saved. 

The morning sun rises and with seas subsided. 
Now nothing to show of the fear and the fright. 
No one will know how the men fought their fight,
going toe to toe with an unbeatable foe. 

I’m a man of the sea god please take care of me.

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Scraping Shovels

Shovels Scraping

Standing quiet so as not,
to cause a riot.
Boots are heavy full of grit.
Hair is matted and full of sweat.
Muscles ache,
with move they make
Blister blood, 
mixed with mud to forms a horrid crud.
When I signed I must have been blind.
No amount of money could,
make this job funny. 
Then a shout from the gaffer,
come on you slackers.
I can‘ t hear those shovels scraping. 

With a glance I smoke my tab. 
I‘ m sure its not me that’s been had.
Working hard I am done,
a breather has to come.
But it wont be long before,
ill sing my song.
A jug of beer will be in hand,
that I will stand,
with money in my hand.
As for my toils ill get my spoils,
spend it with my friends.
Then a shout from the gaffer,
come on you lazy slackers.
I can‘ t hear those shovels scraping.