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Markus Jay Poem
for-More Than A Soft Toy Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Natasha L Scragg
there once was a child from Adelaide,
who had a teddy called Marmalade.
taking each other by the hand,
they roamed imaginations land:
there, they never turned scared or afraid.
this world they only had each other,
no mother, father or big brother.
on a tandem they would ride,
or they`d walk side by side;
in this world for two, and no other.
they fought a fire breathing dragon,
and rode in an old cowboys wagon.
played with a stegosaurus,
hand fed a brontosaurus;
then fought another fiery dragon.
they took a rocket ship to mars,
and flew all around shining stars.
met a Martian green,
who was kind, not mean;
so took him, in their big space car.
adventures must finally end,
when the sleep fairy calls you friend.
she will take you by the hand,
to enter into her land;
then you`ll say, a happy amen.
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#Adelaide is a city in Australia
Copyright © Markus Jay | Year Posted 2025
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Markus Jay Poem
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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Markus Jay Poem
for-A Draconian State Poetry Contest-Sponsored by: Sara Jama
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out into the midnight hour i was trudged-
silent eyes watched as i was bludged-
as i sat bloody and bruised-
i listen to what i was accused.
every week a new rule they would create-
with our freedoms removed there was no debate.
i was angry that a government could dictate-
so here iam deemed-as an enemy of the state.
the minds thoughts remained true and sane-
but my body is broken and racked with pain.
inside i still kept a burning flame-
its the strain on society-thats to blame.
what started as ignorance and many lies-
the strings were pulled by a hundred eyes.
to make sure all bowed to the narrative line-
making eyes shut tight-and totally blind.
on the path we carefully must tread-
as we are easy prey-to the misled.
it becomes friend turning on friend-
in this paradise lost-the now trend.
for so long there was complacency-
with the blood strained hands of society.
the rivers waters flowed dark with anxiety-
and we lived with a wide divide and impropriety.
judgements made from pedestals way up high-
In this system-twisted and awry.
if their narrative you dare go against-
they turned to anger-rage-become incensed.
and now i sit in this cell awaiting my fate-
think-after everything ive given to this state.
i now live with a tortured body and mind-
in this place devoid of the sun-and shine.
i do not fear my awaiting pain-
as i have freedom pumping inside my veins.
my heart is true while my body is bound in chains-
so i close my eyes to block the reins-of their shame.
Copyright © Markus Jay | Year Posted 2025
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Markus Jay Poem
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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....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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Markus Jay Poem
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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Markus Jay Poem
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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Markus Jay Poem
a young man took his lit' son to the lake
said "don't go near the water for my sake"
the ground soon bid a farewell
into the water he fell
now the youngling is fully wide awake
Copyright © Markus Jay | Year Posted 2025
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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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Markus Jay Poem
there was a jolly old man from Dublin
drank way too much and home he went stublin`
a river he tried to cross
only to slipped on the moss
now laughter never stops from the ducklin`
Copyright © Markus Jay | Year Posted 2025
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