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You can’t please people

My words might sound to some strange, or my rhymes maybe rough around the edges 

I only write what I can arrange, I don’t need to stand on any bridges 

sometimes I am not in my right state of mind, all my thoughts are scattered along the ridges

But other times I glow bright like a star, or piece of art, in its fringes

no matter how hard you try, you can’t please people even if your words are riches

What your heart tells you is always right, so don't ignore your pain and look at the stitches 

Continue to write what’s on your mind and don’t stop as long as you’re writing hand itches

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Child of War

I was never asked to choose a side, it is to fate I must abide. I am the child that war has aged, I am the soul that time has caged.

I am the breeze, lost in a storm, I am that flower whose stem was torn. I am a dream never achieved, I am the innocence that war conceived.

Among the rubble I stand alone, my precious home a pile of stone. Out in the cold without a cover, I starve to death or may recover.

I am the cries and all the screams, I am the victim of corrupt regimes. In every battle or every war, it is my blood they always draw.

I am a bird without his wings, I am the child who lost his limbs. Amidst the fear and all the dread, I am a body amongst the dead.

To every general who wears a star, I am the one who bears the scar. I am the only voice of hope, with all the horror I have to cope.

I am bewildered and feel ashamed, to see serenity within the sane. I am, the child of war. 

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Childhood Memories

My childhood days are hard to forget, of some I have glimpses, but some are carved in my head

I remember my mothers sweet smell, I remember my fathers support when I fell

Life was simple in those days and people had innocence in their gaze

I remember the whispers of the cool summer breeze,  in the fields where we played beyond the trees

I remember my childhood mates, friends at school and all their debates

I remember the girl next door, on whom I had a crush long before

That was my first lesson on emotion, which sometimes can be deceiving like the ocean

I did learn things in life first hand and somethings I still don't understand

Those days are now long gone, I sit alone with nothing but my memories

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Cold winter nights

I sit alone on cold winter nights, thinking of how my life became dreary

Is it something that I had just realised? or is it just another theory?

Am I content with what I have in life? And is life my only query?

There isn’t a year that goes by, without my body slowly growing weary

With age strength is hard to come by, but you do tend to become briery

It is on these pitch black nights, that my thoughts become leery

Even the stars are absent from the skies tonight, so is the moon who is so deary

I do yearn my younger days, but my eyes quickly become teary

Nothing but the good in life counts, the rest is to your soul smeary

Only when day light breaks again, does my mood finally become cheery

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Why wars are fought

Some wars are fought for wealth and some are fought for greed, in both cases the innocent shall bleed

Some wars are fought out of hatred, others for revenge, whichever the motive, it brings satisfaction in the end

Some wars are fought for hope and some are fought for freedom, for which life is not a high price to pay

Some wars are fought in defence and some are fought for honour, that’s as noble as war can be

In every battle, the enemy guns will rattle, and onto the battlefield the brave ones shall march 

War only brings homelessness and destruction, people’s lives are lost in vain

In blood the price of war is paid, only the righteous prevail 

It is no secret that all men are mortal, if not for honour, to death I shall not  submit.

I shall to my death surrender, only when my time is due

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A lustful dream

My sweetheart lays asleep in her bed, on a goose feather pillow she had rested her head

Her half naked body wrapped in a white velvet sheet, her face was flushed red from the heat

Her golden tanned skin glowed in the dark, but the bruise on her shoulder had left her a mark

Her sweet sweat glittered as bright as a candle, her long brown hair was drawn back into a bundle

As she slowly turned in her soft double bed, the thought of making love did come to my head 

As the white velvet sheet slid  to the floor, revealing her nakedness forevermore

She whispered in a soft clear voice, MY LOVE COME TO BED, but the voice in my head, to my lusty dream had put an end

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Old School Vs Youngblood

Old school is no longer appreciated, been made redundant is anticipated

Youngblood’s heart is always on fire, he wishes that old school would soon retire 

Youngblood expects to be soon a leader, to take the position he’s all eager

Leadership is not about being right for the role, but rather on how to achieve your goal

Leadership requires wisdom and self-respect and in odd situations how to react

You are dealing with people not with machines, it’s worse than dealing with kids in their teens

Old school's retirement is not yet expected, for his achievements he is highly respected

Young blood is anxiously waiting his turn, old schools position he needs to earn

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The blue tit bird

The Blue tit bird began to sing, he wants to mate it’s almost spring

He does his best to find a nest, it’s up to her to do the rest

He flutters his wings and calls his mate, inviting her in through the gate

The blue tits colours do seem attractive, but she wants to know if his love is active

He only sings all year round, enjoying his attractive sound

His songs are sung just out of worry, he needs to mate before the flurry

In the cold of winter he does not leave, but searches food amongst the leaves

Out of site he will remain, until it’s time to start again

This is the life of the little blue tit, he sometimes relaxes, but he doesn’t quit


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Pretty things

Pretty things forever last in our memory, of these happy moments I’ll give you a summary

 A glare of love in my woman’s eyes, so bright and clear without disguise

A happy smile on my child’s face, feeling so proud after winning a race

 A feel of contentment in my father’s look, when he is sitting quietly reading a book

My mothers care which I see everywhere, an abundance of love just fills the air

Our neighbours kindness is highly respected, their endless support when we least expect it

A sense of true friendship which is ever so rare, people who stood by me in times of despair
 
Pretty things are not just what you see with the eye, they are blessings from our true God in the sky

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A princess's tale

In only a few words I will tell you a tale, of our lovely princess nightingale

The king’s life has become a living hell, in every temple you can hear the bell

The royal guard in his hand was holding, a magic torch with colours exploding 

 The wicked witch has returned from hell, onto the crowned princess she had cast a spell 

From this evil curse they all fail to hide, after the sun in mid sky had died

 Even the flowers when touched were cold, it was a dream bringing life to this world 

Only the moon lit our night and day, the wicked witch was here to stay

The good king shouted to the people in fear, our wretched earth will soon disappear 

The wicked witch laughed as she stood in the aisle, on her evil face was a develouse smile 

The white wizards rituals had already begun, the curse will be lifted when moon covers sun 

The wizards rituals came to a stop, as the foam in his pot rose to the top 

A dark figure appeared from nowhere in disguise, with an evil glare deep in his eyes

It looked around and said in a raspy voice, I am here to take the witch down below, where heaven forsakes evil

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