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Ode To Ellie Brown

Goodbye to the leprechauns
goodbye clover carpets of green
I will cross many a deep blue sea
 to a wide sunshine land, just for me.

I have my shamrock, my lucky charm
my memories of many, a green rural farm 
so goodbye to villages and life so simple and true
from a young lass to womanhood, I now have grew.

with every word of a Celtic song
 inside will always find a home, lifelong.
So goodbye my father dear
I will think of you with every jig I hear.

while your fiddle made the music  
 we sang and danced along to its tune
it will always ring through my ears 
throughout time, throughout my years.

your love will forever, be in my heart
 now that time, keeps us well apart
 though we may never, met again
for you my heart will sing, but not amen.

my memory of this great, green land
will go with me where ever I stand
my childhood home, I now will part
never will it be torn, ripped from my heart.

 the excitement of life brand new
 of sunshine and colours of every hue
along this fearful path, towards the gain
soothes the sadness, all of my pain.

my home this emerald land 
will forever be etched
      
etched upon my 
   lonely young, soul

Copyright © Markus Jay | Year Posted 2023



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Marching To the Same Beat

an angel stands under a lonely pine
    showing the way to the lost souls 
                           the ones
who innocently answered the king’s call
     and now 
          flags fly half mast  
for those that no-more stand       
    buried in some far off         
                  foreign land

 the pipes call out to the brave
and the angel tells us 
               never to forget
and
that her spirit lives in so many souls 
the black    
           the young     
                  and inside
                             the bold

 we must never forget our fathers of old
and of their stories they made 
                            and then told 
     stories of mateship 
                     amongst the bold
   mateship that was
                             never lost
                              never sold

so now we all step as one
together  side by side   
together  the strong
               the young
                   and 
                 the old 
 
         metal gleaming 
         worn with   
                      so much
                           pride
  while skywards heads 
        are held 
                   held up high  

 hope sparkle inside youthful eyes
that today’s leaders will never ask them 
to also
           make this ultimate
                                 sacrifice
or that history books never 
 show them as a generation 
            that was bought  
                    and sold

so we sing the lament of grace 
telling us of the will of the brave 
 of honor      
                       courage
              and the ultimate sacrifice
catch phrases 
                  and words used      
     on this cloudy     
                              
                                        Autumn day
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**The above is written about a march on  ANZAC day,   ANZAC day is a day of reflection to those that gave the ultimate sacrifice in war. It`s a day that is  best known to Australian`s and New Zealander`s.

Copyright © Markus Jay | Year Posted 2023

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A Rainbow Appears

after the storm clouds clear
               a rainbow appears

after the thunder and lightning have their say
               a rainbow appears

after the wind and rain
               a rainbow appears

after the night turns into day
               sunshine appears

when the dark clouds part
              sunshine appears

after all of winters gloom
            sunshine appears
so a flower can then bloom 
from inside 
             spring times womb

Copyright © Markus Jay | Year Posted 2023

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Rock of Damnation

from his rock he  sends out a deadly summons
  that calls  
                          the demons up to hell
that calls
                           the devils home 
a call for the  barbarians to answer

a cold wind blows through to a man’s soul
               as eternity waits
                                   inside the furnaces fire 
and     Lucifer sips
upon the dregs of society`s ills

the wake to realities nightmare
of devils and demons living
inside hells fires and brimstones
where the stench of death and suffering
invade the living 
                                  and the walking dead

the demons can cage a man
the demons can break a man`s spirit
but they can-not cage a man`s minds escape 

an minds escape 
                                     upon wings that fly

he dreams of lazing on a sun soaked beach
 a drink in hand   staring out at a pacific blue
sitting upon golden sands 

then he wake from dream
                  to nightmares reality
of devils and demons    
living
           side by side  inside Hades 
living
              side by side inside Dante' s fire

where upon the silence dark
                                     a nightmare screams
at the sound of rattling chains and steel iron 
at the sound of lashes from fire
that sting upon open flesh
and the  empty echoes of the hangman’s call
             
despair is born out of lost hope 
when the demon tighten his grip

his grip  around a man’s soul
upon the empty shells the beasts breed

the devils fire burns
as the demon wears the mask of innocent
  then walked upon the path of gold
  but all he found was burning fires and brimstones
                  it`s a place where
a whirlpool surrounds when the mighty winds blow 
an arctic chill that blows with a haunting sound
whistling      
          a freight train into lost hearts
across the bay  
                      the devil 
                               comes a calling

Copyright © Markus Jay | Year Posted 2023

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what are stars

....what are stars?
together as one they are
lights upon a darken sky.
a reminder lucid and clear
we are not one and alone.

....what are stars?
radiant upon the dark sky
twinkling, shinning bright.
bright like a lovers eyes.
in silent awe we sit and stare.

....what are stars?
are they inspiration for poets?
are they inspiration for musicians?
a muse for every one alike.
a muse for a romantic interlude

....what are stars?
are they a astrologists mystery,
an never ending debate
of who is wrong, who is right.
the answer the greatest mystery of all

....what are stars?
are they signs of many
other alien  galaxies.
or just nature`s
twisted joke on us.

....what are stars?
are they exploding vortexes in a distant sky.
creating a new raw energy,
creating a new entity of life
are they eyes watching it all come to life?

....what are stars?
are they doorways to other dimensions of time?
where the parallel existence resides.
along  another path we may walk,
the opposite to the one we are on, here.

Copyright © Markus Jay | Year Posted 2025



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spring

Sun shines upon the day.
Petals and flowers 
Reach for the sky; they bath
In the yellow and gold of
Natures gifts now that the
Gloomy day`s, have all but gone away.

The temperature has risen up so  new born
Infants frolic with their
Mothers in this warmth.
Everything is now lush, new and green

Copyright © Markus Jay | Year Posted 2023

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democracy is just an illusion

the judging gatekeepers
wear power like a veil
it`s a drug that 
these junkies feed upon

  they feed 
                   and feed

and say anything to get their fix
as the masses believe 
and then adhere

they play their games
as the pawns are sacrificed
so they can have their gain

their democracy is just an illusion

with every drop of blood they feed
an hunger that will linger for eternity

a game of follow the leader
       is at hand
like a herd of sheep
one another they follow 
into the slaughter room
                                          doom
the judging gatekeepers
    let unity explode
the divide grows and grows

united we stand 
divide we fall
a quote we all know
a quote they want to destroy
as they set the divide wheels in motion

and the blind remains blind

democracy is just an illusion

you are free to do as you please
the puppet master tells the puppet
while he pulls its strings

       control

out of the light
a calm voice spins
but if you listen closely
his words fall like bricks
and leads into 
a life of fear

but time has passed 
        the hourglass sand has ended
the cage has surrounded the captured

the dream becomes a nightmare 


but when life is seen 
inside the black clouds
where fire flames burn
but leaves no physical scars
ignorance is believed to be a power
and delusions is the truth
    the mirage fogs reality

   democracy is just an illusion

cloaked in all his misconception
the deceiver hides the truth
and then sells it as virtue

poison he spits 
as he calls it the truth 
it becomes the narrative line 
and it is repeated over time
until its soaked up
                   sponge like

 it seeps
          and it seeps
          into the sleeping minds

to their distorted truth

inside the dark a lone zombie screams 
 and realizes he`s been sleepwalking
            now...he`s awaken


Copyright © Markus Jay | Year Posted 2024

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mediocrity is accepted

is appearing as doing the right thing
                            at the  
expense of those that do the right thing

has the point been reached 
                 where near enough is good enough
      where fake and mediocrity is accepted
    now the line between the two is blurred

are we walking blind into the dark
                   while bathing in the light of rightness

sleepwalking awake into a place
where the hypocrites reign

 you may have freedom of speech 
but only if you agree with me

they bite the hand that feeds them
and diss those that has gone before them
those that stood up, 
                   those that fought
                                and
                  those that have fallen
in the name of freedom and peace

they wave their banners and flags high
but do they truly know 
                             or understand
are they just being manipulated 
          to a evil master plan

     the naivety of a pack mentality

blinded by the rigorous light
that illuminates their path 
  a path that will 
                     led to  the dark

for hundreds of years the battle has raged on
between the two who think their way  is right

Copyright © Markus Jay | Year Posted 2024

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Old Man Time

Grandfather stands tall true and erect
his frame withered   
                 by old man time
his hands move so slow
      but with  
             that metronome beat

once all but new  
    now scaly and with colour fade
his lustre  
          all but gone 

now that time has moved along
his withered face stares  
                     waiting

waiting        
           as the hours pass by
moving slowly with a
              grinder monkeys tune

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listen to his timeless sound
as the wheels of time 
   slowly turn
                listen closely
there’s a routine  in his words

he tells you  
          when to stay

he tells you   
          when to go

 his wisdom
             so profound
with that beat
               that
          metronome sound
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dance   
     to his metronome like beat 
dance  
     to the tune inside your head
   
 hear the beat swing
as you whistle out his tune
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a hypnotic beat
that has you 
          falling  
                  falling 
 deep inside    
           his sound


he has seen 
           day becomes night
           then     
           night becomes day

    
he has seen 
          the present become the past
           and the past become the future

he has seen      
          the small grow large
           and the young grow old

he has seen   
          innocence become lost
           and the mature wither and die

he has seen a starting seed  
being sown
          then watch it 
                     grow
                
                  and grow

                  and grow

Copyright © Markus Jay | Year Posted 2023

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war machine

 the rich becomes the mighty power, 
they sit sheltered inside their ivory tower. 

we swallow all the lies, and start to believe 
as their machine spins it`s blinding feed
. 
their justification, to give a helping hand, 
to show freedom in another’s land. 

is it the good or the evil hand that showing 
as societies succumb, fall and left to lay dying. 

as the machine rolls towards total destruction 
the end result mans, malfunction. 

as the bloody battle rages on and on 
the truth must always remain, oh so strong 

all this destruction leaves the innocent to cry and grieve, 
as the rivers flow thick and red, with humanities leave. 

so we turn a blind eye to what was once civil 
the question we must ask 
                                 is this helping hand 
                                                                      good or evil

Copyright © Markus Jay | Year Posted 2024

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