Last Man for friend J.T.Early
I am alone, last of my race
The reign of man is nearly done
I wonder who will take our place.
I am the last and only one.
WE had our chance but failed the test.
Our foolish pride ensured we would
Because we thought that we knew best
instead of living as we should.
We chose instead belligerence
and Might is Right became our creed.
Despite the mounting evidence
that we wrong we paid no heed.
We flouted Mother Nature’s rules
Took much more than our rightful share
A race of self destructive fools
for others rights we did not care.
It had to come it was bound to.
She’d reached the end of her patience
and knew exactly what to do.
So she unleashed a pestilence.
Against which man had no defence.
The doctors failed although they tried
they simply lacked the competence.
Each passing day more people died.
I am alone last of my race
and I too soon must leave the stage.
I wonder who will take our place
to usher in a brand new age.
23-May-08
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A New Eden
This world’s a paradise again.
The race of man has been erased.
Replaced by beings far more sane
than humankind was as a race.
A warlike and pugnacious breed.
Who would not live by Natures rules.
has been wiped out root, branch and seed.
Ma Nature has no time for fools.
She warned mankind time and again
That they must change their ways or die
they treated warnings with disdain
Because they saw no reason why
They should not seek to dominate
.Impose their will by use of force
Did not accept until too late.
That humankind had run its course.
Another failed experiment
Which Mother Nature brings to a close.
It did not work as it was meant.
As damage to the planet shows
It will take time to recreate
Conditions as they ought to be.
Now Mother Nature’s cleaned the slate.
She can react quite ruthlessly.
1-Oct-08
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The Inheritors.
A silent world where no bird sings
A world devoid of living things.
Only the fittest could survive.
The Roaches adapted and still thrive.
The human race has long since died.
Killed by their overweening pride
Although they thought they were the best
they are as dead as all the rest.
Ignoring Mother Natures rule
a race of self destructive fools.
They meddled with and altered genes.
Creating hybrid in betweens.
The end result is as you see.
Cockroaches rule triumphantly.
29/10/2009
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Clear the Stage
The world was; before mankind was born
and will be when the last mans gone
There will be no left to mourn.
Who will replace us still unknown
It seems that since the world began
Dame Nature tries experiments
the latest of which seems to be man
She has established precedents.
At one time reptiles ruled the earth.
at last ashamed of what she’d wrought.
Great behemoths of giant girth
She wiped them out without a thought.
She cleared the way to try again
With creatures more intelligent
the reptile’s loss the mammals gain.
This seemed to her to represent.
A forward leap towards her goal.
Although she waited patiently
She was convinced that on the whole
too little progress she could see.
She thought maybe that the monkeys
With just a little tinkering
could be persuaded from the trees
The monkeys proved to be willing.
Monkeys evolved slowly into men
and not quite as she meant they should...
Her well laid plans had failed again
At last Dame Nature understood.
Mankind was too belligerent.
Determined to go his own sweet way.
A little too intelligent
he saw no reason to obey.
the rules Dame Nature had laid down
Rebelled against them constantly.
Convinced that he should wear the crown
Until at last reluctantly.
She thought it time to call a halt.
Another failed experiment
some inbred genetic fault.
Rendered them obsolescent.
The human race had reached their peak
and stubbornly refused to change.
Considering themselves unique.
The time had come to re arrange.
the way they thought and urgently.
They’d had their chance but lost their way
Nature reacted ruthlessly
That’s why there are no men today.
The world is peaceful once again
Without the constant battling
between opposing bands of men.
There is no sabre rattling.
I have no doubt she’ll try again
Perhaps next time she’ll get it right
with some new race replacing men
Without the warlike appetite.
The world was before mankind was born
and will be when the last man has gone
their wilfulness not to be borne.
the fault was theirs and theirs alone.
Dame nature warned them frequently
Her warnings they chose to ignore
So full of pride they could not see
That it was time to pay the score.
Extinction is the penalty
which failed experiments must pay.
This is the harsh reality
The race of man has had its day.
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Chaos Rules for Friend Thad
The Dragoness last of her race.
Lies somnolent beneath the sun,
there will be none to take her place.
Remembering her youth long gone.
Three thousand years of life she’s seen.
The Dragons are a long lived race.
She can recall when there had been
a world of peace, a perfect place.
But upstart monkeys, protomen.
A warlike and fast breeding race
which quickly and grew again.
Usurped the Dragons living space.
They forced the Dragons to withdraw
from where they’d lived for centuries.
But still the men demanded more
of the fertile territories.
Though Dragons were more powerful.
By nature peaceably inclined
did not resist as usual
and this encouraged humankind.
To spread across each continent
and keep the Dragons in retreat.
Their numbers grew incontinent.
The Dragon race could not compete.
The Dragons rule brought to a close
The age of peace on earth was gone
simply because the dragons chose
not to resist.Should they have done?
That is the question in her mind
as she waits patiently to die.
The last survivor of her kind
She asks but she gets no reply.
The human race now rules supreme.
Rather a doubtful victory
A night mare fashioned from a dream
for man is mans worst enemy.
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Pax Draconis
In days of old when dragons flew
amongst the clouds for all to see
They did not hide no reason to.
Men viewed them most respectfully.
They did no harm but culled the herds
of beasts too numerous to count.
No voice of protest to be heard,
the race of men of small account.
But men bred most prolifically.
Always their population grew.
The dragons lacked fertility
their numbers dwindled to a few.
Then man decided in his pride
to prove human supremacy.
It would be best if Dragons died.
The last few dragons forced to flee.
These Dragons hid themselves
away from man’s insensate cruelty
but swore that one day man would pay.
Rebuilt their numbers secretly.
The Dragons now are numerous.
Though disbelieved by modern man,
odd sightings seen as spurious.
Prepare themselves to rule again.
The U.F.O.s that some men see.
Not aliens from outer space
but Dragons flying fast and free.
New champions of the dragon race.
When they decide the time is right
they will erase the human race.
Take the revenge they feel is right
and once more take their rightful place.
As rulers of the earth and sky.
Mans handiwork will rot away.
With no man left to wonder why.
This was the price they had to pay.
The earth will be a place of peace
without mankind’s belligerence.
At last the endless wars will cease.
The dragon race have much more sense.
Though creatures will still kill to eat
As Mother Nature meant them to.
On equal terms they will compete.
When all the Dragons dreams come true.
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Enforced Solution.
The greatest problem that men face
Is overpopulation.
We will run out of living space.
There won’t be room for everyone.
The powers that be refuse to see
they must find some solution
and implement urgently.
I cannot be the only one
To see disaster looms ahead.
Unless it’s taken seriously.
the human race has over bred.
Continues to haphazardly.
If we don’t act then Nature will.
She’s not prepared to tolerate
Too many mouths she cannot fill.
Although our rulers hesitate.
Dame Nature can act ruthlessly
And she will not procrastinate.
Once she sees the necessity.
and act before it is too late.
As I suspect she’s done before.
She will revive some old disease
we’re not immune to any more.
And cut our numbers down with ease.
Only the fittest will survive.
A hardy stock from which to breed
to keep the human race alive.
Because of course we took no heed.
The warning signs were clear to see.
One of Natures oldest laws
We chose to ignore foolishly,
that Mother Nature must enforce.
Too many mouths, too little food.
Too many people to sustain
Then Nature acts for own good
and culls the breeding stock again…
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Enforced Solution
The greatest problem that men face
Is overpopulation.
We will run out of living space.
There won’t be room for everyone.
The powers that be refuse to see
they must find some solution
and implement urgently.
I cannot be the only one
To see disaster looms ahead.
Unless it’s taken seriously.
the human race has over bred.
Continues to haphazardly.
If we don’t act then Nature will.
She’s not prepared to tolerate
Too many mouths she cannot fill.
Although our rulers hesitate.
Dame Nature can act ruthlessly
And she will not procrastinate.
Once she sees the necessity.
and act before it is too late.
As I suspect she’s done before.
She will revive some old disease
we’re not immune to any more.
And cut our numbers down with ease.
Only the fittest will survive.
A hardy stock from which to breed
to keep the human race alive.
Because of course we took no heed.
The warning signs were clear to see.
One of Natures oldest laws
We chose to ignore foolishly,
that Mother Nature must enforce.
Too many mouths, too little food.
Too many people to sustain
Then Nature acts for own good
and culls the breeding stock again…
Wednesday,06 January 2010
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Too Late
The time has come for harvesting.
Long overdue; we are too late.
The human race is flourishing
they have discovered how to hate.
Warlike and belligerent.
They’re not the docile race we knew
By some genetic accident.
The human race evolved into
a race of high intelligence.
Which has advanced technologies
We daren’t deny the evidence
which is presented to our eyes.
Therefore we must tread carefully
they will not fear us any more.
They’ll look on us suspiciously
Not simply worship and adore.
As they had been conditioned to
when first we landed on this star
They saw us as their guardians
come to protect them from afar.
The fools accepted us as gods
to whom they must make sacrifice.
Now time has evened up the odds
we can not hope to fool them twice.
We should just leave. It would be wise.
erase all traces we have been.
Except for racial memories
we have no way of wiping clean.
I am afraid I must confess
of what the human race might do.
The rate at which they can progress
there seems to be no limit to.
Should they suspect that we exist
They will not rest until they know
and with research they will persist.
They simply will not let it go.
Though once they were inferior
I think they are our equals now
and will become superior.
If the laws of fate allow.
Our race grows old and decadent
Perhaps its time to leave the stage.
It seems to me quite apparent
the human race will now engage.
In doing what we used to do
Exploiting every race they find
because they feel entitled to
again like us they will be blind.
To the potentiality
which younger races might possess
in pursuit of their destiny.
The speed at which they make progress.
We’ve had our season in the sun
the human race will have theirs too.
It has been so since time begun
the old must give way to the new.
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Rightful Owners.
Rightful owners.
I was the first born of the first born race.
The chosen ones that knew not sin or shame
before the spawn of Adam stole our place
They spread the evil but we got the blame.
When we fed on the juice of plants, not men
and lived as one in peace and brother hood
but Adams breed usurped our place and then
harassed we had to change to drinking blood.
We had to flee into the wilderness
adapt to hunting for our prey by night
We who had know nothing but gentleness,
my race resolved that we must fight.
Adapted and evolved now we must prey
on those who drove us from our rightful lands
and thus the vampire are seen to day
as evil creatures who men’s blood demand.
We are not evil merely strive to
live as men should do in brotherhood.
Each vampire shares what he has to give
with other vampires and know this is good.
Vampires do not other vampires kill
we have no wars of pride to glory gain
but foolish men do and always will.
They glory in inflicting hurt and pain.
It seems they have forgotten us.
We are dismissed as old wives tales
old stories from the crypts and charnel house.
How very sweet to us to hear their wails.
They will destroy themselves in course of time
as we vampires look on happily
The turning wheel of fate is sublime
poetic justice is an irony
So few of us vampires are left to note their passing,
though none of us will regret I
It Our nobility will not let us gloat
we will live to see the new era dawn yet.
The scattered remnants of our noble race
the bearers of the purest royal blood
will congregate together in one place
and every vampire will be understood
To be inheritors of what was ours
before the curse of humanity appeared
we fed on the juice from trees and flowers
and now that, that foul curse has disappeared
We can revert to our natural state
the original race the chosen ones
Who peace and love can well appreciate
the fertile earth will swallow mankind’s bones.
We are the fruit of all creation
who can and will abide in lasting peace.
Mankind a fleeting aberration
from whom the earth has gained blessed release.
Be proud and true my children one and all
Although we must still in the shadows hide
We will see at first hand mankind’s fall
a self inflicted form of genocide.
The we vampires will take our rightful place
the weary world will know peace once again
When it has got rid of the human race
a failed experiment that went insane.
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Household Goddess
She moves with fluid stealthy grace.
Although compelled by circumstance
to accept now a lowly place.
A loser in life’s game of chance.
She can pretend to be a pet
But don’t be fooled make no mistake,
for she remembers even yet.
When the whole world was hers to take,
to freely do with as she chose.
None had the power to say her nay,
deep in her savage heart she knows.
That she will reign again some day.
You might think she is just a cat.
Exactly as she wants you to.
Though she is not, she’s more than that.
One day she will reign over you
when she resumes her rightful place.
As the ancient Egyptians knew,
each cat a goddess in her own right.
But until then she will make do.
She lets you think you’re in control
Yet she can rule you easily
I think that truly on the whole
you recognise her majesty.
The feline race were born to rule.
Which they all know instinctively.
If you think otherwise: You fool
yourself most comprehensively.
13-Jun-07
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Rethink in progress for M 'lady Mamta
Rethink in progress.
The empty skies are echoing. There are no song birds left to sing.
There are no trees there is no grass. What was foretold has come to pass.
The world is dead and desolate. Mankind did not appreciate
the need for conservation. He practiced exploitation.
Although resources were finite. Mankind thought they had the right
to freely use all they could find and paid the future little mind.
Some realised but far too late what was to be their future fate
When all resources had been used but sadly most point blank refused.
To change their foolish wasteful ways, Thought new resources would replace.
What they consumed without a care and stripped the earth completely bare.
The race of man has now died out.The earth is better off without.
The race of greedy parasites who could not curb their appetites.
A self inflicted genocide: Mankind committed suicide.
The earth lies fallow now to rest because Gaia thinks it’s best
But in due course she’ll try again. With a new race to replace men.
We were a bold experiment which did not work as it was meant.
Wednesday,24 February 2010
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You are Mistaken! !
The arguments range far and wide.
Opinions held stubbornly
will be adhered to by each side
Because we do not want to see.
That we may be wrong possibly.
Brain washed by what we have been taught.
By teachers who most probably
had not expended too much thought.
Passed on the tenets of their creed
for which they had no evidence.
They merely listened and agreed
which shows a lack of competence.
A teacher should be confident
that what he teaches is the truth.
Mere words are insufficient
when you are educating youth.
Challenge all you have been taught.
Although in fact it may be true
Do not accept without much thought.
The currently prevailing view.
Each creed will claim they are correct.
It ‘s human nature so to do
This will not change. I don’t expect
We’ll ever know which one is true.
12/07/2009
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Her Own Choice
She could no longer cope alone.
Knew all too well that it was true
and there was something else she knew.
Her race was run, time to move on.
She did not wish to vegetate
in some well run establishment
Where lunch became the main event.
With no attempt to stimulate.
The workings of an agile mind,
trapped inside a useless shell.
A body which had served her well.
Before her health was undermined,
by ailments which progressively
destroyed all of her abilities.
The time had come to quit the game.
So she decided she would die
in her own bed in her own home
To be pain free would be welcome.
So she died voluntarily.
The cause of death no mystery.
She chose to exercise her right,
While she had the will to write
the finish to her life story.
22/04/2009
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Out Of Place
I feel so out of place.
Stiking out like a sore thumb in this space.
i don't belong, I feel so wrong.
When I come to share my song.
I feel so naked and exposed.
In a shambles and no where near composed.
In this midst of people with the looks they throw.
Looking down upon me such contempt that grows.
They think me not good enough to be among the rows.
Of the truly righteous beauties.
I guess that's how it goes.
When you're just a lowly man with looks that really blow.
There's really no place you can go.
To be apart and give your heart.
Never given a chance to start.
You're out of place in every race.
Bound to live in lonley days.
Cold and distant from the gaze.
Of tender love which you crave.
Or feeling the warm embrace in which security does lay.
The most loving feeling in every way.
You're just too out of place to fill the space.
I'll keep on trying though to win the race.
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Now is the hour for Friend J.T.Earley
The oak tree sees slow centuries.
they pass like days beneath his gaze
An ever changing tapestry
of mankind’s little victories.
He watches kingdoms rise and fall
but they affect him not at all
He stands firm rooted in his place.
A member of a nobler race,
the earth provides his sustenance.
He need not battle to
his power and authority
He stands aloof in majesty
Observes the progress mankind makes.
Their many errors and mistakes.
They do not seem to understand
no man can dominate the land.
For Mother Nature frames the laws
and has the power to enforce
by use of fire, flood and drought.
Her wishes will be carried out.
Short sightedly men will rebel
and seem to flourish for a spell.
Though nature has the final say
and wipes the works of man away.
Almost as if they’d never been
and clothes again the land with green.
She leaves sufficient evidence
to demonstrate that man’s pretence.
That he can dominate must fail.
Great efforts made to no avail
by mighty empires in the past
Which were by nature overcast.
the ruins which they left behind.
Were left for modern man to find
He finds them but pays little heed
convinced by pride he can succeed.
Natures patience will run out
of that there’s very little doubt
The warning signs are clear to see.
Unless we listen carefully
and choose to change our wasteful ways
Then Mother Nature will erase
all the wonders man has wrought.
Destroy them all without a thought
She will retain some stock to breed
but just enough to meet her need.
She’s done it more than once before
but is prepared to try once more.
21-May-08
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Success Story fo M 'lady Ernestine
She was as timid as a mouse.
Kept firmly under mothers thumb
she very rarely left the house.
Her mother taught her she was dumb.
But mother died and she was free
to do the things she wanted to.
None to frown disapprovingly
and tell what her she had to do.
An innocent of twenty three
Although she lacked self confidence.
She was still wise enough to be
well guided by her common sense.
She knew that she must take it slow.
There was so much she had to learn,
so many things she did not know.
Each hurdle she would take in turn.
She was resolved to seek advice
but was not sure where she would find
Although she could afford the price,
Advice that was both wise and kind.
Her mother’s sister Aunty Jean
was who she took her troubles to
A lady who had always been
disapproved of by mother too.
So Aunty Jean took her in hand
and showed her how she ought to dress.,
Wise enough to understand
that her young niece felt helpless.
A lifetime under Mothers thumb
had left its mark indelibly,
A problem she must overcome
before she was completely free.
to be the woman she should be
They worked together as a team
moving forward very slowly
But in due course fulfilled her dream.
Now with her new found confidence.
She was a woman self possessed,
well made up and smartly dressed.
Her mother’s ghost now laid to rest.
Freed from her mothers influence.
No longer dowdy and afraid.
Epitome of elegance
She was a model highly paid.
Though mother would have disapproved
well armoured in her prudishness
that she was wrong her daughter proved
By her own efforts a success.
Mothers do not always know best
Although they always think they do
I think this mother failed the test
She knew less than she thought she knew.
12-Aug-08
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Grandpas Rocking Chair for M lady Chitra
On the front porch a rocking chair
nobody uses no one dare
Nor dare they move it anywhere.
Grandpa decreed it must stay there
What grandpa said was what he meant
he left no room for argument.
He simply stated his intent
Though other folk felt different
When Grandpa died the family tried
to set his iron rule aside
You’ll rue this day their Grandma cried
Your Grandpa will not be defied.
They moved the chair to show they could
though grandma did not think they should
She warned them all that nothing good
would come of this. She understood
although she knew Grandpa was dead.
She knew he’d rise in wrathful pride
to reinforce what he has said.
His last command before he died.
The chair was moved despite her pleas.
Her warnings were not listened to.
From that day on they knew no peace
Til grandma told them what to do
The rocking chair must be restored
to where Grandpa said it should be.
They all agreed of one accord
the chair replaced immediately.
Sometimes at night it seems to be
moving gently slowly rocking
Although there’s nothing they can see
they know that Grandpas visiting.
To see his word is still obeyed.
That no one moves his rocking chair.
Nobody will they’re too afraid.
They know sometimes he still sits there.
27-Oct-08
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Least said soonest mended
Least said soonest mended
I am condemned to wonder why
I cannot make an apt reply.
When someone has insulted me.
I find I can quite easily
but only when it is too late
Why can’t I just retaliate?
when someone has insulted me.
At the time immediately.
Perhaps I’m taken by surprise
perhaps because I am too wise.
When someone has insulted me
to take the insult seriously.
Though I must say in self defence
I am not quick to take offence
when some one has insulted me
I hold on to my dignity.
I will not be an easy mark
to be hurt by some chance remark.
Perhaps they weren’t insulting me
but merely meant to disagree
I simply smile and let it go
I do not really want to know.
If they were insulting me.
It hasn’t worked as they can see.
20-Aug-08
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A Race Already Won
We’re in a race already won, in the race we daily run,
It is the race we call life, won for us by Jesus Christ,
A race we run so many ways, living out all our days,
Racing upon this earth, for a crown of Eternal worth.
As we run for that prize, in this race, we fix our eyes,
On The Author of our faith, guiding us by His Grace,
For as we live this daily life, we run into undue strife,
Difficulties along our way, we go through every day.
We remember as we run, that the race has been won,
For this Truth we receive, when, in Christ, we believe,
Our Lord, in Who we trust, won this race for all of us,
When He finished at Calvary, providing to us Victory.
So when we run into a test, in our Lord, we shall rest,
As we are in God’s Hand, when we don’t understand,
So in the midst of the race, we simply seek His face,
Then He gives to us peace, as we run doesn’t cease.
Anyone today can choose, this race, they can’t lose,
The race that’s been won, by Jesus, God’s own Son,
And to Him alone we raise, as a victor, eternal praise,
As we gain Eternal Life, in this race with Jesus Christ.
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Minding Our Own Business
The universal warrior.
The ordinary fighting man
existing since the world began
A doer not a worrier.
He does as he is ordered to.
Its not his place to question why
The many ordered by the few.
His duty is to do or die.
The politicians and the brass
issue commands which he obeys
Its always been this way alas
and will be ‘til we change our ways.
Why should they send young men to fight
and die in some far distant land.
To try and prove that might is right.
Why can’t our leaders understand.
Each country is entitled to
govern their land in their own way
There’s very little we can do
We cannot force them to obey.
However much we disagree,
we have no right we can’t dictate.
they must accept democracy.
Each is an independent state.
Our leaders ought to concentrate
on problems in our own countries
Address them now they cannot wait
Re stabilise economies.
It’s not our place to interfere
on other countries home affairs
Past history makes this quite clear.
We have our problems they have theirs.
The evidence is plain to see
.Each country gets the government
they will accept eventually
By trial and experiment.
Although we think our way the best
it will not do for everyone.
So in our own best interest
We must learn to leave things alone.
Democracy is not perfect
Although we may pretend it is.
It is the best we can expect
although it’s rather hit or miss.
It is the best we can devise
as long as human nature rules.
We lack the knowledge to be wise.
We are a race of clever fools.
27-Dec-08
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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