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The Devastating Cost Of War

I sit in the garden
The sound of dogs barking and children playing
Penetrating the calm and stillness
In my otherwise tranquil world

The far off sound of a Combine
Harvesting the fields
The odd roar of a motor bike
Through Blake’s ‘green and pleasant’ land

The occasional siren from a police car
Ambulance – seldom a fire engine
But mostly peace and harmony
Rural bliss on a sunny afternoon

Yet through this serenity in the distance
The sounds of gunfire break through
The explosion of ammunition
The shouts, the cries, the wails

The suffering; the anguish; the hurt; the cost
Relayed over a TV screen
On the radio; in the papers
So far away and yet so close for too many

The young; infants; babies; so little; so guiltless
Small children cowering away in shelters to grip onto life
With clouds overhead bearing down on them
Weighing in against their prayers for refuge

But where are their chariots of fire?
Dowsed by the innocent’s blood
Lost in the ashes of the dark burning mills
Where the phoenix is tethered unable to take flight

And their tears spill into rivers of blood
Draining into the oceans of the world
Such loss; such fear piercing their hearts
Such heinous atrocities against another

And I sit in the garden
But there can be no peace; no stillness
While lives and hearts are set asunder
By the devastating cost of war

Bacon Is Good For You (Or Is It?)

Bacon is good for you
Like sweets and candyfloss
And fizzy drinks and cold ice creams
Or steaks with creamy sauce

But that’s in moderation
For in bounty they will make
You feel all stodgy; much like goo
That fills in nommie cakes!

And so enjoy a chocolate bar
A glass of wine or beer
But spare some space for veg and fruit
For good health year on year

English: A chocolate cake decorated with icing...

English: A chocolate cake decorated with icing, strawberries, and silvery sugar beads. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Beneath Wood’s Darker Veil

They crept by stealth through undergrowth
Dark forest on their heel
Where fear consumed with eerie fright
To chill their nerves of steel

Where spirits lurked and imps took flight
Where none returned who went
Into the wood of evilness
The throne of all torment

And from its depths blood curdling scream
Hung ice still in the air
Despite the heat of midday sun
That shone away from there

The shriek that turned their hearts to stone
That froze the blood in veins
A warning to each one – beware
N’er venture there again

For it is said that in that wood
A werewolf lurks and prowls
To capture, maul, consume each one
Ahead the screech of owls

And none who’ve dared to chance their luck
Have lived to tell the tale
As shape shifter remains at large
Beneath wood’s darker veil

English: A dark forest Moss covered boulders i...

English: A dark forest Moss covered boulders in the gloom of a plantation in Gleann Mhuire. The floor of the glen is covered in boulders. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Vicious Cycle (Haiku)

A scorched planet melts
From carbon footprint beach-bound
To escape the heat

By Alex Proimos from Sydney, Australia [CC-BY-2.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0)], via Wikimedia Commons

By Alex Proimos from Sydney, Australia [CC-BY-2.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0)%5D, via Wikimedia Commons 

Drops Of Inspiration

Drops of inspiration
And the oyster opens wide
For a world of opportunity
And much more else besides
A land of hope and glory
A place for future dreams
Pearlescent jewel in reach to hold
That shines auspicious gleam

pearl oyster

pearl oyster (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

A Mother’s Son

One minute, he was a baby
A small, innocent child
The apple of my eye and more
So tender, meek and mild

And then before I knew it
He’d got to six foot three
A strapping, independent lad
Leaving nest and family

Venturing out to greener fields
To take the world by storm
Whilst finding out for himself what
Path will become his norm

Creating his life on his own
His choice and making too
A fiercely independent chap
Striding to pastures new

Yet in his wake my heartstrings
Stretching from Mum to boy
With built-in elasticity
Connection to employ

A dichotomy or paradox
Willing him to go far
Yet feeling twinges and the wrench
Emotions slightly charred

But also by the same token
Being proud from job well done
With joy and thrill that’s just saying
“Become a man my son.”

“Become a man and blend your life
Make footsteps in the sand
Ones of contentment; happiness
By which you will then stand”

“And be compassionate with grace
Upholding honour true
For boy now grown up; fledging flown
I will always love you!”

A Mother's Son

 

A Biased Coup

I woke this morning and measured
Whether, I am a child
For yesterday when shopping out
VAT on my bill was filed
Yes filed, I say, on school clothes
Those things we have to wear
In compulsory education
For ‘children’ everywhere!

And yet I’m not an adult
Til 18 years are reached
Or is that so, for I have heard
By 16 rules are breached
And adult rates are then charged
On buses and much more
And sex is legal so I’m told
But not voting says the law

So now at fourteen years of age
Confusion is quite rife
For I’m an adult in my clothes
But don’t get the adult life!
And then by sixteen they’ll charge me
The adult fare – it’s true
Yet I won’t be an adult then -
Well ain’t that a biased coup!

To put this in context, I have just found out that value added tax, which is supposed to be zero on children’s clothes, is actually charged at the full 20% on all school uniform (and other clothes) for children over the age of 13 in the UK which effectively renders school uniform for key stage 4 as adult clothes!!!

English: British school children in London, En...

English: British school children in London, England (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The Boy Racer

He revved his throttle loudly
He donned sunglasses on
And ramped his music up so high
So we could share his song

He pumped the gas quite heavily
Exhaust fumes belting out
And with a screech of rubber tyres
He raced his car about

He sensed the open highway
The gap in traffic too
The hole in car park exit
Through which he then just flew

With shoppers knocked sideways standing
And trolleys in a spin
It’s wondered who he was racing
What game he hoped to win

Then as he saw the lights turning
And tried to pip to post
He was held up by amber turn
The thing he hated most

And sat there on the bumper
Of another car it’s true
He ranted and he raved at wheel
Until green light shone through

Then with a roar of engines
A stench of burnt out fuel
He sped off down the road so fast
But left looking a fool!

An extreme example of "Ricer;" a Toy...

An extreme example of “Ricer;” a Toyota Corolla dressed up as the Poser Mobile for the T-Mobile TV ads. However the originator of the pic wishes to remain anonymous. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

What Kind Of World Do We Live In?

What kind of world do we live in
What hatred abounds
Where wars sap earth’s bounty
Where animosity is found

What kind of world do we live in
Where is the peace
The love and the kindness
When did that cease

What kind of world do we live in
With starvation and curse
Where is the compassion
Why does it get worse

What kind of world do we live in
Where murder is rife
Where each beats the other
And the only answer’s a knife

What kind of world do we live in
Without souls and no hearts
Where trusts have been broken
Or are breaking apart

Why kind of world do we live in
Where lies are complex
And dishonour abundant
Another reason to vex

What kind of world do we live in
What planet is this
Where Earth’s beauty is lost
A beauty I miss

The Earth seen from Apollo 17.

The Earth seen from Apollo 17. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Summer Holidays

School’s out!  At last the holidays
But what is there to do?
So many hours to entertain
Amusement to imbue

To keep the children occupied
To save the words we fear
“I’m bored – there’s nothing good to do”
Those words heard year on year.

So fix a picnic, step on out
Into the countryside
Or park, the beach or open space
For more to do besides

Or kick a ball, or flop, relax
Just chill, or play, have fun
Perhaps go camping underneath
The stars – enjoy the sun!

Or maybe do some art and crafts
Museums – they’re often free
Or swimming, biking, taking in
A film that’s on TV

Or play a game – a board one! Yes?
To generate a smile
To keep the “I’m bored blues away”
At bay for a short while

School’s out.  At last the holidays
But what is there to do?
So many hours to entertain
Amusement to imbue

English: The beach at Old Hunstanton The beach...

English: The beach at Old Hunstanton The beach is empty even though it is mid-afternoon in July – but the school holidays haven’t started yet (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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