Pandemic
The symptoms strike so suddenly
A headache and a runny nose.
Not serious apparently
you have no reason to suppose.
That you have contracted something new
that you will die in agony.
A mutant strain of common flu
an ever changing enemy.
A virus which we can’t contain
because it spreads so easily
An ancient plague has struck again
Invariably fatally
There’s no escape nowhere to run.
Out breaks occur spontaneously
We’re doing all that can be done.
At home and internationally.
Although some victims do survive
we do not know the reason why
What keeps the lucky few alive.
We have no choice we have to try.
To find a cure for this disease
Which some see as a punishment
inflicted by a god displeased
and others as an accident..
We’ve seen it happen once before
The death toll from the Spanish flu
killed more than died in the Great War.
Nature produces something new.
When mankind’s numbers grow too high.
She knows the world can not sustain
too many people some must die
to reach a balance once again.
She does not flinch or hesitate
She knows exactly what to do
she has to act before too late.
So she creates a mutant flu.
Mans tendency to overbreed
Means Mother Nature will decide
there are too many mouths to feed.
The time has come to override.
The wishes of humanity
Reduce their numbers savagely
A task she does efficiently
although perhaps reluctantly.
What seems to be wanton cruelty
can be a blessing in disguise.
There’s every possibility
The race of man will realise.
The time has come to exercise
his free will much more sensibly.
and that in truth the answer lies
in acting more responsibly.
The earths resources are finite
we have to change our wasteful ways.
Or else give in without a fight
and see the end of mankinds days.
26/04/2009
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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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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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Nature has the final say For Yoonos Peerbocus
They tried a cordon sanitaire
in an attempt to stop the spread.
The virulence was every where
the lucky ones already dead.
From whence it came nobody knew
but its effect were obvious.
Its early symptoms like the flu
becoming quickly serious.
The victims were in constant pain
their lungs were filled with bloody pus.
They tried to treat but all in vain
its spread was fast and furious.
The first case was in Singapore
a German girl on holiday
but all too quickly there were more
the numbers rising every day.
Mutated flu or something new.
The virus had immunity
to every drug the doctors knew
spread here and there sporadically.
All movements in and out were banned
by the world health authority
The experts could not understand
the cause of this calamity.
As usual they were too late
too many tourists had passed through
the airports of this island state
and where they the germs went too.
It spread to every continent,
Girdled he world at lightning speed.
Precautions proved incompetent
there was no way they could succeed.
Man had been warned: Chose to ignore
Though Nature made her warnings plain.
She did as she has done before
Restored the balance once again.
Reduced the numbers ruthlessly.
The fittest would survive to breed.
Though they would struggle painfully.
I have no doubt they will succeed.
Civilisations come and go
but nature has the final say.
She knows how far to let them grow.
Disaster can strike any day.
The time has come it must be said
Too many mouths too little food
the human race has over bred.
The future is not looking good.
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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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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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It makes no sense.
A dog goes mad and is destroyed
A danger to society.
Why do we strive to avoid
the use of the death penalty.
Why do we pay to keep alive
a madman that we cannot cure.
It seems unjust he should survive
His victims didn’t that’s for sure
There is no cure for his disease
No chance at all he will be freed,
no way that he can earn release
He should be put down humanely
Why should he live in luxury?
with all mod cons provided free.
Saturday,05 December 2009
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Tonight could be the last you see!
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The night is not my enemy.When darkness falls it sets me free.
Thanks to my night adapted eyes.I take my victims by surprise.
Young healthy girls preferably, each one is chosen carefully
It is their choice to walk alone before I claim for my own
I drain their blood efficiently ‘til I have fed sufficiently
Although I know there’s sure to be a hue and cry to search for me
By the time that they are found I will have safely gone to ground
To where my coffin waits for me. I sleep peacefully
Until the sun sets in the west then I resume my nightly quest.
I stalk the city stealthily and find fresh victims easily.
Although the old legends persist they don’t believe vampires exist.
Until the night they catch my eye.Then they believe before they die.
I have to kill to satisfy the burning thirst I can’t deny
I do not slay for cruelty.I need their blood to sustain me
I am as I was meant to be. The predator you do not see
until the night you meet your fate. You may not have too long to wait
It could be you I choose tonight to satisfy my appetite.
If you are wise you’ll stay indoor, safe from night prowling predators.
I don’t suppose you’ll pay much heed. Humans are a stubborn breed
Sunday,07 March 2010.
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Voluntary Genocide?
The shrill wind whistles through at will.
The remnants of venetian blinds.
The rooms inside are tainted still
with viruses of different kinds
All tailor made which were designed
To only kill selectively
The product of a mad mans mind.
A plan which backfired tragically.
He was convinced he had the right
to alter mankind’s destiny
That everyone who was not white
should be destroyed efficiently.
His master plan was to erase
all non white populations.
And thus provide more living space
for go ahead Caucasians.
Now he is dead with all the rest
of mankind both black and white
Perhaps it worked out for the best.
There are no humans left to fight.
The whole world is free from wars
The only killing is for meat
and that by natures predators.
Who have no choice they have to eat.
The human race which killed for sport
Has had its day and left the stage
It failed to satisfy the court.
Maturity would come with age.
12/08/2009
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Inevitable conclusion
Inevitable.
All who are born will surely die.
Nobody can escape their fate
Be they of high or low estate.
We may not know the reason why.
Each one of us will have to wait.
All who are born will surely die
This is a truth none can deny.
We must accept that soon or late
Our time will come Death will not wait.
All who are born will surely die.
Chaucerian Rondel
21/08/2009
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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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100% Fatal
I suffer from a malady.
which is slowly killing me.
There’s no known cause nor any cure.
Its something which I must endure.
A disease universally
accepted reluctantly
As affecting every race
A truth that everyone must face.
We’re born to live a while than die.
Its only when the end draws nigh.
That we review the life we’ve led,
what we could have done instead.
If we had known what we now know.
When we were young so long ago.
Would we have done things differently?
We cannot say with certainty.
Our lives are ruled by circumstance.
We roll the dice and take our chance.
Sometimes we win, sometimes we lose
complaining is of little use.
We can’t opt out refuse to play
the game continues anyway.
Why are we born only to die.
There has to be a reason why.
A part of some great master plan
too complex for the mind of man
to grasp in it’s entirety.
Embracing all impartially.
Wednesday,18 November 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.
28-Jan-09
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Return of the exiles for M'lady Lucianne
At last the dragon race is free
from the long exile they have served.
A very heavy penalty imposed
although it was not deserved.
Found guilty although innocent.
They had no choice but to obey
and so began their banishment.
Reluctantly they made their way.
To a far distant galaxy
where they were forced to make their home.
The Dragons waited patiently
they knew in time the call would come.
They have returned triumphantly.
Their unjust exile at an end
back to their home world eagerly.
Where they are needed to defend
the human race from anarchy
They reassume their ancient role,
as guardians of humanity
and once again they will patrol.
The skies of earth vigilantly
and will restore the old values.
Neglected by the humanity
allowed to fall into disuse.
All will be treated equally
and peace will reign on earth once more.
Now that the dragon race is free
These benign guardians of the law.
All will accept this gratefully.
The gentle and the innocent.
But some will tremble fearfully
afraid of well earned punishment.
Today I saw the dragons fly.
A sight I never thought to see
in graceful arcs across the sky.
To guard and guide humanity.
13-Aug-08
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Gramercy
Why should I live in agony?
my life a total misery.
Because you find you can’t agree.
to help me die with dignity.
Who gave you the right to choose?
whether to allow or to refuse.
To end a life of little use
I think it is gross abuse.
of your assumed authority.
To decide what is best for me,
you will not listen to my plea.
I choose death voluntarily.
I am no use to anyone.
I’m well aware my race is run
and I am anxious to be gone.
The choice is mine and mine alone.
And therefore should be left to me
But in your wisdom you decide.
I must live on in agony
You won’t assist my suicide.
01/05/2009
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From small begginings story poem for M'lady Ernestine
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A cairn of stones that’s added to
By travellers who pass this way.
Although today they’re very few.
Few realise the cairn exists
Now no one can remember why
But the custom still persists
Originally the cairn was built
to mark the spot where someone died.
Perhaps assuaging a sense of guilt.
The killing was an accident
a blow which was in anger struck.
There was no murderous intent
He killed his friend and he confessed
The man was truly penitent.
So obviously that he impressed.
The learned judge who heard the case.
Who ruled that he was innocent
of murder but that he still must face.
A whole life sentence of regret
and that was punishment enough.
This old legend lingers yet.
Each time he passed the spot
he placed a stone upon the cairn.
Which whilst he lived grew quite a lot.
It towers now some eight feet high.
As people added their tribute
although no one remembers why.
Although it’s off the beaten track
one day you might just pass this way
and add your pebble to the stack
It has become a monument
a cairn of stone sure to impress.
Yet it began by accident
12/10/2009
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The only Way to go.
Some choose to grow old quietly
but others take a different view.
They chose to live disgracefully.
Why should you give up having fun.
Because you’ve reached a certain age.
There are still things you haven’t done.
You want to do before you die
Though your time may be limited.
You see no reason not to try
To make your madcap dreams come true.
Why should you sit and vegetate
as other folks expect you to.
You are the captain of your fate.
So you can do what you want to.
Tomorrow may be far too late.
So do it now immediately.
Regardless of the consequence.
What does it matter anyway?
Society may not agree.
You have the right to your own view
Choose to act disgracefully.
You’ll find that life is much more fun
than sitting watching the T.V.
Show the world you’re still someone
Seize every opportunity
that life’s prepared to offer you.
To shock your neighbours thoroughly.
They choose to sit and wait to die.
You choose to do the opposite.
You won’t surrender easily/
But fight until your final breath
because it is your nature to
Although you know you can’t beat death.
You know that one day you must die
but until then you choose to live
Just as you wish disgracefully.
01/09/09
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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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Blind Luck for Joe Poewhit
Some can foresee what is to be
Fleeting images which quickly pass,
on which they base their prophecy.
When they employ their scrying glass.
Still others can review the past.
Reality not history,
enabling them to overcast
false hypotheses and theory
But most cannot and they must deal
with what is happening here and now.
The things we see and hear and feel.
The most nature will allow
are hunches and presentiments.
You act upon if you are wise.
Sometimes as if by accident
you know more than you realise.
Your mind reacts unconsciously
To what it sees may be a threat.
It observes subliminally
And very often you forget
The reason that you changed your mind
And thus avoided tragedy.
Perhaps you left your keys behind
and had to return hurriedly.
You don’t believe in E.SP.
Although you are willing to
accept your hunches easily.
I am quite sure most people do.
10/10/2009
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A Jaundiced view?
We fail because we never learn
the lessons that the past can teach.
The sound advice we choose to spurn
will place success beyond our reach
The question is what is success?
To have the latest gadgetry
Apparently the answers yes.
although they are not necessary.
Technology moves on apace.
Things soon become obsolete.
The greatest failing of our race
We are determined to compete.
Instead of working side by side
to benefit everyone.
The powers that be will still decide.
That they’ll be better on their own.
To show the rest they are the best.
Which fosters greed and selfishness.
What does it matter if the rest
are left to live in wretchedness..
Me first, me first the constant cry.
I do not care a toss for you
You cannot win if you don’t try
to stay ahead the way I do.
I will succeed at any price
and you will pay for my success.
I know that I will not think twice.
My only aim is to impress.
I choose to live in luxury
I see no reason I should not
Although you live in poverty
I will not share what I have got.
It’s human nature at its worst.
I see no signs that it will change.
Our creed has always been me first.
I do not find it to be strange.
But then I am a realist
I view the world cynically.
and not as an idealist
would like to see it be.
03/09/2009
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A matter of opinion.
Some people say I am perverse
because I choose to write in verse.
The kind of stories I compose.
They think I ought to write in prose.
They have the right to I suppose.
But I won’t do as they propose.
I much prefer to write in verse
Because I think there’s nothing worse
Than badly written boring prose.
That is the reason why I chose.
To concentrate on rhyming verse.
I see no reason to reverse.
My original decision
to conform to your opinion.
I do not choose to write in prose
I am convinced that I would lose.
My rhyming capability
reducing my ability.
To write my words spontaneously.
I don’t expect you to agree.
Although I am compelled to write.
You’re free to exercise your right
To read or not as you choose to.
Though I confess I hope you do.
I know I can’t please everyone.
That is something that can’t be done
By any writer though they try
A truth no writer can deny.
Your comments are of interest
they spur me on to do my best.
We can agree to disagree
on which is best quite easily.
A poet must choose poetry.
But other writers are quite free.
to share their thoughts written in prose
Because they choose to I suppose.
If you should doubt my competence.
I will not choose to take offence.
You are entitled to your view
Please remember I am too
Sunday,02 May 2010
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