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The End of Mankind

THERE IS NO MUSIC

There is no music, I hear no more song.
Is it really true that we are all gone?
Yet life does continue without any rush,
And the music now heard, is the song of a thrush.

So many creatures lost during our time 
In a split second measured, a universal crime.
Where did we go wrong, why did we not listen.
We folk understood, but not men of position.

What part did we play, what purpose were we.
Was greed our unfailing, now all just debris.
Did you see the last tiger, just one eagle soared free.
Yes we cried with their loss, with raw guilt to foresee.

The gorillas long gone, the rhino nowhere to see.
A motherless young whale, in a black oily sea.
There was time enough to have turned things around,
Yet desire for more was deemed far more profound.

Magnificent cities, rising high in the sky. 
Yet never enough, the demand always to multiply.
Now with all gone, with nature to choose,
Green life cloaks man’s ruins, the past without clues.

Long eons have passed, unpolluted skies are once more
Huge forests abound with crystal seas as never before.
How foolish to believe we alone were supreme.
The virus unknown put an end to that dream.

Tall trees now uncut, sparkling sun on long grass,
Swaying flowers grow wild, roaming antelope pass.
Rivers roar wild to meet pristine new seas,
Released from man’s bondage, stone walls now appease.

Woodlands regrown, the oceans replenished,
The wonder of nature remains undiminished.
So where is the sound to reflect the world’s sorrow?
Now that man is no longer a part of tomorrow.

Some said the way forward was to colonise Mars
To leave behind a sad world devoid of all charms.
Yet who could have known that in times long ago,
A Mars then so blue was also made fallow.

There is no music, I hear no more song.
Is it really true that we are all gone?
Hooray, truth be told we are all still here
But not for much longer unless we adhere.

Do not allow into power those of egocentricity.
Holding disproportionate wealth and devoid of all pity.
Their idea of a future seems really quite hollow.
Yet the path they have chosen, we all blindly follow. 

Nature’s heart has till now been most forgiving.
Yes you, with a life that is so worth living.
For the sake of your children and for those not yet born,
Let these words be testament to a future forewarned.

There is no music, I hear no more song.
Is it really true that we are all gone?

John Jurkowski 
22 April 2017.

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Slaughter the Innocent Children

Let’s scrape away those Palestinian Muslim Arab scums
To rightly make room for the Jews, God’s chosen ones.
In the name of God, King and Country, always to trust,
To slaughter the innocent children, too die if they must.

No lessons learnt, to follow 6 million corpses dust
That satisfied past glorious Germanic murderous lust.
In the name of God, King and Country, always to trust
To slaughter the innocent children, too die if they must.

Sword wielding followers of Mohammad, a Sunni Shia divide
Bring destruction one to the other, so millions have died.
In the name of God, King and Country, always to trust,
To slaughter the innocent children, too die if they must.

Be gone you Popeless protestant English bastard
For us Fenians to see the will of Jesus be mastered.
In the name of God, King and Country, always to trust,
To slaughter the innocent children, too die if they must.

If oil be the quest let war drums roll and bombs become rain.
So onward Christian soldiers, to Iraq and away with Hussain.
In the name of God, King and Country, always to trust,
To slaughter the innocent children, too die if they must.

Millions made homeless, endless suffering without pause.
Civil war is the call, now Syrians fighting another hopeless cause.
In the name of God, King and Country, always to trust,
To slaughter the innocent children, too die if they must.

And so to the future, a blond king is born, his war ships to sea
Yet concern there must be:  Does he even know his ABC?
In the name of God, King and Country, always to trust,
To slaughter the innocent children, too die if they must.

There are lessons to learn, yet clearly history will show
That none shall take heed, even with nukes ready to throw.
In the name of God, King and Country, always to trust,
To slaughter the innocent children, too die if they must.

Yet fear not; delight in frocked men’s promises of a life ever after.
72 virgins promised, though beware of other Godly men’s laughter.  
In the name of God, King and Country, always to trust,
To slaughter the innocent children, too die if they must.

John Jurkowski  
27 March 2017

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A True Love Was Found

By the shores of a lake, a true love was found.
Love's search now was over, a Queen she was crowned.
Life's promise re-awakened, love's rewards now awaited.
Glorious nights to share passions – That shall never be sated.

Since then a world travelled - diamonds too played a part.
Their shared love - almost treason – now found coming apart.
With words still unspoken - and without expectation,
A crown found discarded - reflected her sudden resignation.

So many tomorrows since then, have now passed,
And still there's deep sorrow, they said would not last.
With unmanly tears that continue to flow.
A broken heart's lament - that just will not slow.

If with another - true love since she's found.
Then love's journey surely, just a merry-go-round.
All hope then is lost that this love might rekindle,
And his dreams of a union must surely now dwindle.

The dark of long lonely nights reflect on each day.
Yet his belief she'll come back - will just not go away.
A love with such promise never again to be found,
Cannot be discarded - not even with reason - for it's far too profound.

John Jurkowski
25 August 2017

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Igniting Her Passion

She sleeps alone in a four poster bed
Under silken sheets of the finest thread.
To dream he’ll be there for her, waiting
To know his love for her is still not abating.
To give him again her total surrender
As was before, joyously to remember.
In a meadow on a scented bed of wild flowers
Too float as to heaven, for hours and hours.
She dreams of this new love; miraculously found.
A love her heart tells her must never rebound.
To recall the joy of his exploring caress
Igniting her passion, that must never be less.
Touching a breast, past voluptuous hips 
Each seeking the others devouring lips. 
Playing his skill on the keys of her soul.
Lost in a passion now out of control
To elicit her cries 'til his manliness spent.
Embraced as forever, love’s purpose as meant.

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War Mongers

NO GLORY FOUND
 
No glory found and no guilt ever apportioned 
For those guiding young men to wars uncautioned,

The chosen too often of colour, unlearned or piss poor.
But true heroes they’ll be winning by force majeure.

Ticker tape parades and medals for those who make home,
For the rest, just a name on some glorious dome.  

But see those with the wealth; they don’t give a toss
Knowing their greedy interests will not turn a loss. 

Not their sons to die in some foreign land
Let other sons do the marching, so strike up the band.

Take heed you young mothers with sons still so young
Ensure their promise is valued and not into future wars flung.  
 
No glory found, and no guilt ever apportioned
For those guiding young men to wars uncautioned.

John Jurkowski

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A Lover's Dilema

A lover's dilemma 

Too often you say we find ourselves arguing
With angry exchanges, little room left for bargaining.
Leaving us both feeling so desperately low,
All the while dearest still loving you so.

It's right for you to say it can’t go on like this
When a love like ours should be nothing but bliss.
No joy knowing with me you are never at ease 
When all I desire is for my love you to please.

You say you can't be yourself whenever I'm about,
Does that mean my presence you would do better without?
Too often you feel words I use are only critique.
Given time I will learn to improve my speaking technique.

Oft you admit that you can't read my feelings. 
I do understand this adding confusion to our dealings.
Those moments when I surprise you with unwanted reactions
Can only mean you are left with very few satisfactions.

On occasions when you speak crushed eggshells repeat.
Still there remain good reasons to ignore final defeat.
If you believe there are times we are disconnected.
Then all the more reason our love is protected.

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First Kiss

Our first kiss, in failing light.
Our bodies to each other close and tight.
Soft lips crushed, sweet nectar shared.
Feeling real joy, two beating hearts paired
The warmth of her breath, soft breasts to chest.
Our first kiss, wonderfully shared as love's first test.
Life's promise at last, love's rewards awaited.
Glorious nights with passions never to be sated.
A mountain look out, we will long remember
Forever marked in the month of December.
A first kiss but never the last.
A new love found, that no shadows will cast.

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Never Always

True love again to find, as I remember.
An ecstasy, with given tenderness
Shared in passing.
But never always.
A caressing hand to hold,
To make the best of days,
But never always.

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Has Anyone Seen My Susan



John Jurkowski
September 2017
Has anyone seen my Susan? 

If you hear a voice that melts winter away, 
And is as sweet as any rose bouquet. 
Well that could be my Susan. 

If her melancholy golden green eyes 
Tell you she has been there and back. 
It's almost certain to be my Susan.

If she stands tall above the rest
Although it's only a simple test, 
It just might be my Susan. 

If her look says she knows where it's all at, 
And her striding proud walk will tell you that. 
Then it could very well be my Susan.

If it's hot she'll be wearing a hat 
Placed on her blond hair of silk profusion. 
It might well be my Susan.

 If you spot a flying silver Audi 
That's likely to be passing you loudly, 
There's a good chance that it's my Susan.


If her hands a sculptures dream might be, 
Designed to fit hands belonging only to me. 
Then you'll know that it's my Susan. 

Tell her I regret the things I didn't say. 
Please tell her not to stay away.

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Discovering New Joys

It’s never the one you haven't yet met
It’s the one you will never forget.
With long flowing dark hair
And a wonderful carefree air.
When your with her life's just not the same,
When you’re not, you just think of her name
Do hold her close when she's with you at night
After joyous pleasures both shared with delight.
If in her sleep she might occasionally snore
Your caring heart allows to ignore.
And if in moments of wonderful passion
She experiences an unexpected involuntary session.
It's all hands to the pump
With your throat feeling a lump
Knowing you now love her all the more
Discovering new joys as never before.