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Poem No 66.  Thanks for this one to JENNY GEORGE

A Broken Dream

Where laughter rang, the room is cold,
Where love once grew, the feelings old,
Where I was happy, now I grieve,
I cannot stay; I cannot leave.

Where dawn once rose, the night remains,
Where dark was safe, there's only pain,
Where freedom ruled, I'm shackled tight,
Once candles glowed; there's no more no light.

Where timeless once, the hours flew by,
Where both sun and stars lit the sky,
Where nothing evil or deadly prowled,
Now spirits haunt and spectres howl.

Where I was safe, content and free,
To be together, or just to be,
The life I'd built, the memories shared,
I thought they knew. I thought they cared.
 

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Poem No 67  from Roger Taber

UNSUNG HERO



Jim was just seventeen
when war broke out;
He was courting a girl
called Jane; they held hands
at the fair, made plans for
the future, celebrated
with friends, their
lives together

Jim was just eighteen
when he joined up,
all his mates did too;
Everyone admired the
uniform, waved ‘em off
with royal cheers while
Jim’s ma and Jane
saved their tears

Jim was just nineteen
when war took its toll,
savaged the soul till his
senses caved in and no
place to run, like a fox
in the hole, hounds hunted
down, left shivering
and scared

Man is above Beast,
should know better than let
king and country down;
Nor is a spirit broken
much use to anyone;
So the pack was denied
its reward, Jim shot
for a coward



Copyright R. N. TABER, 2001


 

 

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Poem No 68

Another by Roger Taber

 

BATTLE LINES?

Asian, black, white young people
expressing frustration, not least
with Society’s perpetration
of lip service to
integration;
Equal Ops, well-intentioned
policy; political correctness,  
clever diplomacy and
whatever happened
to honesty?;
Sex, sexuality, colour creed…
our individuality, a need
to preserve but not at
any cost - or the war
already lost;
Racial identity, no ready sword
to hurt for hurting’s sake,
defying harmony - along
lines of cultural
bigotry;
Let’s turn to Peace and Love,
spurn taboos and other
“No-go” areas, learn
from history’s
battle scars

Or bury our dead, rivers
of blood…


Copyright R. N. TABER, 2001


 

 

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Poem No 69

from   RICHIE FOY

 

OWZAT

An Englishman on Mars one day

Said: I know what I'll do now

First I'll plant a willow tree

Then import a cow

 

From cowhide I will make a ball

And from willow make a bat

Fashion me some wickets

Find a place that's flat

 

I'll form two teams of aliens

Play cricket every day

As here on Mars I'll never hear

The words; 'Rain stopped play'

 

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Poem No 70 

from   BESSIE HALL

 

FALL FROM GRACE 

 

I never had a sunflower in a pot before -

A most amazing thing:

It filled the room with light,

It blazed, it sang.

I gazed in awe, and understood

Van Gogh's obsession, and his need

To sate his senses and his soul,

To feed upon its gold.

 

A few days later, I could see

A touch of brown about the gold,

And knew that even this, this masterpiece,

Could never last - would die, would die.

 

How stupid of me - for a moment there

I thought it must have been designed

By some divine creative mind,

To give a hint of paradise,

Of everlasting light.

 

The truth is simpler, more complex:

Such transient beauty's

Just the blind stupidity of Nature -

Profligate,

And yet no less remarkable

In some ways even more,

Than Genesis.

 

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