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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
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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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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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
....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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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
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
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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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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