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Weapons Of Mass Destruction O you, the builder of weapons of warUnder the guise of virtueClaiming to save the world from a non existent foeConjuring forth enemies in every closetTo make yourself seem alert and providentProudly proclaiming your planning skillCreating ways for the newly employed to killSigning treaties with belligerent alliesWho help you with fundingContinue reading “Words Are All I Have”

The Angel Of Truth O lately have you seen the Angel Of Truth?It’s not surprising if you haven’tAs the brave soulHas been harassed by the forces of darknessDemonic figures scheming, conspiring, intriguing, connivingPlanning with ruthless aplombTo triumph unseen and surreptitiouslyOver the integrity of human existenceOn the heavenly notice board the Angel usesYou will find oneContinue reading “Yet More Words”

The Eternal Struggle Why is it so hard to find the truth?To hear a true story?Learn a valid cause of something happening?There may well be a number of relevant factorsBut it is such a task to find themThe truth is constantly hidden or distortedI’ve begun to think money is a key factorYou know, it’s aContinue reading “Words Still”

The Gift Of Learning When I was young the world was very strangeI was often afraid of thingsThought some simple deeds were in fact a dangerMisunderstood reality more often than notMade mistakesAs frequently as I did what was rightNow in old ageI am moulded into a different existenceNot to imply mastery of my destinyBut simplyContinue reading “Some Words With You”

Soldier What am I?A violent robotic agent of DeathTrained to kill without asking whyFor a cause beyond my capacity to understand?Not to reason, just to dare and maybe die?I am told I am to take action for a valid purposeWith licence to slaughterApproved by the shapers of my existenceBravery for me is not a recklessContinue reading “Poetry On And On”

University The manyTurned into oneA place where you can become awareOf wisdom that gives energy to countless mindsWhere knowledge is a sacred thingFree of greed or the self interest of businessAnd exists for itself in triumph over ignoranceLearning there down all timeHas comeBefore self aggrandisement and commerceBut not today alasNow it is the tormented childContinue reading “Poetry Lives On”

Teacher He taught me to thinkWhen I stood on the verge of ignoranceHelped me to see things as they really areAnd not as they merely seem to beGave me the power to read the messages of wonderThat now bring light to my darkened wayShowed me the paths of writingThat now and forever will let meContinue reading “Yet Still More Poems”

Sheep In Wolf’s Clothing Be silent always, when you doubt your sense;And speak, though sure, with seeming diffidence: ‘Tis hard to say if greater want of skillAppear in writing or in judging ill,But of the two less dangerous is the offenseTo tire our patience than mislead our sense Alexander Pope: An Essay On Criticism CanContinue reading “More Poems To Share”

Paramedic There I wasUnsure of my existenceAnxious and afraidBody mechanisms just not workingI wondered if my time had comeHis voice was gentleThat greeting almost tenderThe concern for me was obviousHe was calmly so proficientHe checked my blood pressureFelt my pulseLooked carefully at my eyes and faceAll the time talking in a friendly, unruffled wayHis auraContinue reading “Poetry Lingers Still”

Quest I wandered lonely as an honest manAmidst a crowd of politiciansMy torch in daylight outdid Diogenes as it had batteriesBut the result was the sameStill I wandered, ever hopefulAh! There was oneA large hat accompanied by a manHe looked honestIn a head piece like that and the sun so hotYou could cook eggs onContinue reading “And More Still”