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The Alphabet War

Alphabet war.........

A is for aggressor, they're the ones who start wars, 
B is for breath, when a bullet takes yours. 
C is for Chieftain, a great British tank, 
D for the death in trenches so dank. 

E for endowment that the army will give, 
F for the funeral, in case you don't live. 
G is for guns, that you carry around, 
H for the heather, when you're dead on the ground. 

I is identity, the tags round your neck, 
J for the jangles, while on sentry you check. 
K for the killer, with weapon in hand, 
L for the love of your quiet homeland. 

M for my mother, my mentor is she, 
N is for nurture, what she did then for me. 
O you obliterate, any foe you will see, 
P for the pacifists, and for peace is their plea. 

Q for the Queen, and her country they fight, 
R is the rapier, aimed with optical sight. 
S for the soldiers, who've been trained in the field, 
T for the tanks, and the power they yield. 

U the unexpected sights you will see, 
V is for victory, and the love of the free. 
W for the wounded, which I hope you stay clear, 
X is for xenon and the chemicals we fear. 

Y for the youths this poem may teach, 
Z is for zenith, put your hands out and reach.

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No More Bullying

Why do you bully me?..........



Throwing bottles, 
Throwing stones, 
Throwing punches, 
Broken bones. 
Swollen eyes, I cannot see, 
Why do you bully me? 

Verbal insults, 
Verbal lies, 
Verbal threats, 
Weeping eyes. 
can things be different? I'm friends with thee! 
Why do you bully me? 

I will not run, 
I will not hide, 
I will not back down, 
As my fears subside, 
This isn't my fault these thugs roam free, 
No more will you bully me.....

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7-7 London Terror

7/7 London terror attack 2005

7/7 London terror 

On the local bus and heading west, 
Going into London town. 
There's something happened ahead, 
Coz' the police are all around. 

There are sirens in the distance, 
There is panic in the air. 
I am early for my interview, 
So I do not need to care. 

Then a phone call from my brother, 
And I asked, "what's all the fuss?" 
His words to me were frightening, 
"Get off that bloody bus". 

He spoke then of the carnage, 
Of the scenes of disbelief. 
The blood, the smoke, the murder, 
The unrequited grief. 

I could not travel further, 
As the news it quickly spread. 
Reports of bombs and suicides, 
And of countless people dead. 

I walked into a betting shop, 
Saw the broadcasts of the news. 
Then I saw those scenes of carnage, 
And those sad uncensored views. 

I saw the blood, the tears, 
The shock, the sobbing cries. 
I asked God, "what is happening?", 
As the tears filled up my eyes. 

To the bastards who have killed today, 
It is you we do not fear. 
For every person you have killed, 
There are ten more coming here. 

You can bomb us in the tube trains, 
On the buses, in the street. 
You can hi-jack cars and aeroplanes, 
For its us you won't defeat. 

You can bomb us in our villages, 
You can bomb Old London town. 
You can bomb us in the countryside, 
For you'll never bring us down................ 

In memory of the victims of the London bombing of 2005

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The Waves of Death

The waves of death...

"What a wonderful world we live in",
Are the words that are frequently said. 
But an earthquake in Asia some years ago, 
Left thousands of people dead. 

An earthquake borne from far within,
This planets deep blue sea. 
Islands and countries forever scarred,
By a raging tsunami.

To witness such acts of nature,
Hearing screams and deathly squeals. 
The waters relentless advancing force,
Gripping at peoples heels. 
Trains tossed aside like childrens toys,
While bodies flow on by. 
Thousands trapped beneath the waves,
How could so many die? 

As waters receded, only then did we see,
What destruction was lain in our path. 
Bodies and buildings entombed in mud,
A product of natures wrath.

Bodies strewn across the plains,
Once blessed by Gods' own hand. 
Orphans and widows left in its wake,
Will we ever understand? 

Such a disaster never seen before,
Brought on by a killer tide. 
May we never see its like again,
And may God always be at your side...

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Forever Swansea

Forever Swansea...

Bright blue skies in the summer sun, 
The birds among the trees. 
The golden sands of Swansea Bay, 
The calmness of the seas. 

As I walk along these golden sands, 
I watch each breaking wave. 
The inshore lifeboat comes along, 
But there's no-one here to save. 

Hundreds of bathers on the beach, 
In the water having fun. 
Surfers, men with fishing rods, 
All basking in the sun. 

Barbecues and fizzy drinks, 
Thermos flasks with tea. 
Families sat eating lunch, 
Just lazing by the sea. 

The sounds of laughter fill the air, 
Seeing lovers hand in hand. 
Walking down to Swansea Docks, 
Leaving footprints in the sand. 

My memories of years gone by, 
Of my walks along the shore. 
Such times I hold within my heart, 
And I will for ever-more........

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Young Ali Abass

Young Ali Abass

He lain in a Baghdad hospital, 
They said he had no hope. 
Maimed and lost his family, 
How did that young lad cope? 

Torn apart by warfare, 
So-called freedom for Iraq. 
Try telling that to young Ali Abass, 
He can't have his family back. 

In an allied attack he lost his arms, 
Lost his brother, his mum and his dad. 
He had burns all over his torso, 
So much pain for an innocent lad. 

And yet that brave boy bears no grudges, 
New arms though prosthetic they be. 
He came to Great Britain to get them, 
The joy on his face plain to see. 

I'm sorry young man, for the hurt and the pain, 
For the loss of your family too. 
If only we could turn back time, 
This would never have happened to you.

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Babies of Beslan

Babies of Beslan............



The darkest day in history, 
Brought tears to my eyes. 
Many Russians murdered, 
In a mass of horrid cries. 

Hundreds of innocent people, 
Seen fleeing through the streets. 
Bodies thrown onto the verge, 
In a sea of blood-stained sheets. 

So many kept within a school, 
Being held against their will. 
Suicide bombers with booby traps, 
That care not who they kill. 

An act by Chechen rebels, 
Seeking freedom for their kin. 
With scenes of utter carnage, 
From those terrorists within. 

Semi-naked children, 
Seen running through the street. 
The Chechen rebels in the school, 
Shooting at their feet. 

Bombs and bullets filled the air, 
As the smoke engulfed the skies. 
People running from the school, 
With terror stricken eyes. 

Such barbaric bloody actions, 
Brought death and undue pain. 
The heart of the Beslan community, 
Won't see their like again. 

May the Lord our God watch over you, 
May he guide you by his light. 
May he hold you in his arms again, 
And keep you safe tonight........... 


In memory of the children and teachers of the Beslan school massacre.

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My Heart Belongs To Wales

MY HEART BELONGS TO WALES.............. 


Where the seas blue waters rise and fall, 
Where the velvet hills stand strong and tall. 
When the voice of bygone years does call, 
I know where my heart belongs. 

Where the voices of all angels sing, 
In a stadia built fit for a king. 
With a pride that's borne from deep within, 
I know where my heart belongs. 

As spring time flowers caress the lands, 
Grass clad mountains and golden sands. 
A passion that my past commands, 
I know where my heart belongs. 

When I come home, with friends I'll be, 
In my homeland where my heart is free. 
No prouder people than such as we, 
My heart belongs to Wales.........

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The Last Post

THE LAST POST.............

Six soldiers bear a coffin, 
Of a comrade killed in war. 
The Union flag draped over him, 
A hero to us all. 

This soldier killed in battle, 
In a conflict overseas. 
A man who fought for his beliefs, 
While defending you and me. 

To the families of these soldiers, 
Of my thanks I give to you. 
The bravery that they have shown, 
Such courage is shown by few. 

A military burial, a volley of shots, 
Then a flag lifted up from its host. 
And as we lay him down to sleep, 
A bugler then plays the last post. 

God bless you our brave British soldier, 
For this country still owes you a debt. 
You gave up your life for our freedom, 
This ex soldier will never forget. 

.............Rest in peace...............

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Uncle Sam

Military movements in Vietnam, 
Courtesy of your Uncle Sam. 
The Yankee invasion, assault on the Cong, 
Millions of people said this was wrong. 

Round after round released in the air, 
Firing at things that weren't even there. 
Flares in the sky to light all around, 
The Viet Cong moving underground. 

Bullets, napalm, a strong stench of death, 
Men call to Jesus as they breathe their last breath. 
Wave after wave the Charlie came too, 
The Yanks, they weren't ready, they hadn't a clue. 

Choppers and missiles all filling the skies, 
Sent out to fight full of hatred and lies. 
A war in a land full of earth, wind and flame, 
When these soldiers came home, peoples heads bowed in shame. 

Millions of men with a promise to keep, 
Sent to fight for their country, for eternity sleep. 
A medal, a ribbon, purple heart on your chest, 
To the soldiers they left there, in peace may you rest. 

Dog tags collected from those dead men so brave, 
For the American Dream, their lives they then gave. 
Those fields full of blood are now empty and bare, 
And the death and destruction has moved on elsewhere.