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The Field Surgeon
I wonder about, this beautiful boy, Who lays here in front of me, still, With skin that only a brute would destroy, And a life just a demon would kill. His eyes look at me, yet see nothing more, For the magic behind them has gone, Another soul slain by this God awful war, Just death, where a spirit once shone. But it bears on the living, to wonder for him, As another boy waits for my time, What sins have demanded a fate that’s so grim, For these lads that were all in their prime. |
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All About Adam
He never really made a lot of buddies, He never took great interest in his studies, He stayed outside the college social scene, He never bonded with a helpful tutor, His only company was a computer, His parents couldn't tear him from the screen. It's hard to find a girl when you're so puny, They scoffed at him or shunned him at the uni, They saw him as a misfit or inept, No teacher noticed rage begin to bubble Or thought he would cause any kind of trouble (Nobody knew about the guns he kept). It seemed to be an ordinary morning, There wasn't an alarm bell or a warning When Adam turned up at the classroom door And bullets started making targets scatter And screams replaced the normal mundane chatter, No lessons can prepare you for a war. Some asked with twenty-four obliterated Along with Adam, what had motivated A student to go hurtling off the tracks? I guess it's just another brief sensation, Some breaking news to occupy a nation Until the next one's had enough and cracks. © |
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FIRE
the perfect fuel is there, from flame is born a blaze.
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America took a dump
and out came Mister Trump. Some chose to pillory Hillary, Some even shouted 'Dump Trump' But I think the next US President Should have been old Forrest Gump.
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The Field Surgeon
What sins have demanded a fate that’s so grim, For these lads that were all in their prime.
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That's great Musty ! It's the sort of poem that's good to memorise and children would love
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Absolutely LOVE it
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The Field Surgeon
I wonder about, this beautiful boy, Who lays here in front of me, still, With skin that only a brute would destroy, And a life just a demon would kill. His eyes look at me, yet see nothing more, For the magic behind them has gone, Another soul slain by this God awful war, Just death, where a spirit once shone. But it bears on the living, to wonder for him, As another boy waits for my time, What sins have demanded a fate that’s so grim, For these lads that were all in their prime. and begs the question .... are we REALLY the most intelligent species on the planet? ![]() You have to wonder.
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[b]All About Adam[b]
I guess it's just another brief sensation, Some breaking news to occupy a nation Until the next one's had enough and cracks. © ![]() ![]()
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Make America Great Again
Some chose to pillory Hillary, Some even shouted 'Dump Trump' But I think the next US President Should have been old Forrest Gump. ![]() Heartily agree ![]() ![]()
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Cats
I'm a cat lover, but not a cat owner, even though I live with three. It's actually the other way round MY cats? No. They own me. I come home from work in the morning They are pleased to see me indeed. Is that because they missed me? More likely they want a feed. They go outside to the garden and love to romp and play But will they do their business there? Nope! Back inside to the litter tray! So several times each and everyday That's a job that I have to do. Scooping and cleaning and spraying. Three cats produce lots of poo! Closed doors are something else that seem to cause my boys pain They kick off summat alarming till I open them again. And once the door is open Do the boys ever go through? Absolutely NOT! That's not what my cats do. Clean laundry hanging up is a magnet, they're drawn to it. They drag it down onto the floor It makes a comfy place to kip. White bedspreads are a NO NO! I just put one on my bed, when walked over with muddy paws You cannot miss every tread. And food. One day they'll love it so I go and buy lots of packs. Next day I put it in their bowls They huff and turn their backs! So why do I adore them? Why do I love them so? No use asking ME that Coz I simply just don't know! ![]() ![]()
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I gave her my heart.
She tore apart. And who gives a fart.
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I gave her my heart.
She tore apart. And who gives a fart. ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() And well done you for getting over the trauma of having your heart ripped out, trodden on and thrown back ..... so ............................. succinctly ![]() ![]()
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Cats. Part 2
I tried to send a text today, one of my boys saw me. He leapt serenely onto my lap and helped me press the keys. He does this also when I'm on my bed, laptop at the ready. I know he's only trying to help but it makes my typing unsteady. And many times what happens is I'll be where I have logged on. A little paw shoots across the keys and there you go! I'm gone! So here we have another thing which makes me mutter for a while, But that's life when cats own you. I SO love them and I smile. ![]() ![]()
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Remembrance
It wasn't the eleventh hour of the eleventh day Nor the month of November. I seem to recall it was Summer, that day had cause to remember. I was working in a Nursing Home. tending to my friend John. I remember him so very well, Sadly he has now gone. We chatted about his birthday It was coming up very soon. Lots of gaily wrapped gifts were dotted about the room. Somehow that led us to My talking of my 21st. I asked him what his was like? Into tears he burst. He recalled that day very well. He saw his best friend die. He was fighting in a war. It brought a tear to my eye. I often remember John along with all those boys who died. It not just Remembrance Day When the tears fill my eyes. |
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RIP John and all your comrades
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Her ad lib lines were well rehearsed, my favorite line...(cos songs is where I enjoy poetry)
I didn't know what day it was when you walked into the room I said hello unnoticed You said goodbye too soon Breezing through the clientele spinning yarns that were so lyrical I really must confess right here the attraction was purely physical I took all those habits of yours that in the beginning were hard to accept Your fashion sense, Beardsly prints I put down to experience The big bosomed lady with the Dutch accent who tried to change my point of view Her ad lib lines were well rehearsed but my heart cried out for you Chorus:
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My love for you is immeasurable My respect for you immense You're ageless, timeless, lace and fineness You're beauty and elegance You're a rhapsody, a comedy You're a symphony and a play You're every love song ever written But honey what do you see in me (Chorus) You're an essay in glamour Please pardon the grammar but you're every schoolboy's dream You're Celtic, United, but baby I've decided You're the best team I've ever seen And there have been many affairs Many times I've thought to leave But I bite my lip and turn around 'cause you're the warmest thing I've ever found (Chorus) |
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Succinct!
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Missed out the tore 'it' apart - never mind it was utterly shite anyway.
![]() Surely not the poem? It's FABULOUS ![]() ![]()
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The relationship?
Surely not the poem? It's FABULOUS ![]() ![]() ![]() The painfully divorced, those unfortunates going through exquisite torture of unrequited love, the lonely, those who have been cheated on and the people who have been secretly despised and then betrayed. A very cheerful little subject for a weekend I think you will agree. ![]() The correct poem is (drum roll please). ![]() I gave her my heart. She tore it apart. And who gives a fart. |
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The poem applies to everyone who has suffered in romance over the millennia and in the present.
The painfully divorced, those unfortunates going through exquisite torture of unrequited love, the lonely, those who have been cheated on and the people who have been secretly despised and then betrayed. A very cheerful little subject for a weekend I think you will agree. ![]() The correct poem is (drum roll please). ![]() I gave her my heart. She tore it apart. And who gives a fart. Hmmmmm ... I see ..... not so sure I'd agree it's the chirpiest subject for a weekend of laughing, giggling and having a good time ... but then, I tend not to dwell on the deranged idiots who didn't see a good thing when they had it ![]() .... I'd rather concentrate on the highly perceptive, near genius typa guy who DOES see how absolutely, incredibly wonderful a little bit of good loving is ![]() ![]()
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Hmmmmm ... I see ..... not so sure I'd agree it's the chirpiest subject for a weekend of laughing, giggling and having a good time ... but then, I tend not to dwell on the deranged idiots who didn't see a good thing when they had it
![]() .... I'd rather concentrate on the highly perceptive, near genius typa guy who DOES see how absolutely, incredibly wonderful a little bit of good loving is ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
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I gave her my heart.
She tore it apart. And who gives a fart. I noticed the lack of the word 'it' and I'm so glad you corrected it. Sometimes the biggest emotions are best summed up in the fewest words
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Whatever with ?
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