Silent Eloquence for M lady Dee Daffodil
They say dead men do not tell tales.
This once was true but not today
Forensic science rarely fails.
Technology has shown the way.
We re-examine evidence
long thought to be of little use.
Our scrutiny is so intense,
that criminals are bound to lose.
Although they think they’re free and clear.
No one can tie them to their crime,
we’re dogged and we persevere.
We do not rush, we take our time.
Some criminals who still walk free
will soon discover that we can
prove their guilt indisputably.
In variably we get our man.
We have the latest gadgetry
we can recover D.N.A
from tiny fragments easily.
Eventually then you will pay.
The full price for your evil deed
although you think you’ve got away.
We will persist til we succeed.
We’re on your track and there we’ll stay.
We’ll forge a chain of evidence
that proves your guilt beyond all doubt
Then you will pay for your offence.
As in due course you will find out.
When you are brought before the court
No doubt you will plead not guilty.
You aren’t as clever as you thought.
You thought you’d got away Scott free.
Although Dame Justice may be blind.
She is prepared to listen to
any evidence we can find.
That pins the blame squarely on you..
Dead men can speak eloquently
and do when we investigate
assisted by technology
You can’t escape it is too late.
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Absolute proof.
Absolute proof
Blood, sweat and tears don’t disappear
But always leave some trace behind.
Forensic science makes it clear
there’s always something we can find
A fibre here or just a hair.
A finger print that you have missed.
All tend to prove that you were there.
The smallest clue can still persist.
You’re sure; you’ll get away Scott free
The evidence says otherwise.
It will prove quite definitely.
Your alibi’s a pack of lies.
The final proof your DNA.
Will prove to you crime does not pay.
Wednesday,22 September 2010
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No Recidivists
No recidivists
When clever Dr Guillotine
perfected his humane machine
for executing criminals.
It was accepted straight away
as being a much better way
of executing criminals
The state made no apology
for using this technology
for executing criminals.
The product of a brilliant brain
He was convinced it caused less pain
when executing criminals.
The guillotine’s not used today
It was a most effective way
of executing criminals.
Though not regarded as P.C
I think it proved effectively
that executing criminals
Ensured they did not re-offend
Results on which we can depend
by executing criminals.
You may see this as cruelty
Some states do not as you can see.
They still execute criminals.
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Realpolitik
A trumpet blared defiantly.
Into a hell of shot and shell,
a gallant charge of cavalry
But few survived their tale to tell.
There is no place in modern war
for such outmoded strategy.
More suited to the days of yore.
Today there is no chivalry.
You must defeat the enemy.
Attempt to take him by surprise
and gain superiority
by any method you can devise.
Improving your technology.
You have to strive to keep abreast,
increasing your ability
To kill more quickly than the rest.
The rules of war are broken by
most nations when its suits their book.
They are prepared to cheat and lie.
They mean to win by hook or crook.
The winners write the history.
Which proves that they were innocent.
They could have been quite possibly
Devoid of any ill intent.
I find it difficult to believe.
Perhaps I am too sceptical
of the facts I can retrieve.
from stories that are typical.
Attempts to prove the enemy
were without doubt the ones to blame.
Proclaim themselves to be guilt free.
All part and parcel of the game.
The winners speak eloquently
The losers are denied a chance
to state their case with clarity.
In the prevailing circumstance.
The tales you read of chivalry.
may serve quite well to entertain.
The tales of friendly rivalry
Cannot be true: I must maintain.
I try to keep an open mind.
When I am reading history.
But the anomalies I find.
Merely serve to convince me.
The first casualty in any war.
Is the plain truth, it has to be.
As the opponents jockey for
their chance to rewrite history.
Lies damn lies and statistics prove
Exactly what the victors choose.
It seem historians approve
Perhaps they have too much to lose.
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Sunday morning Pests.
Two thousand years or so ago.
Three criminals were crucified.
And yet today we claim we know
One was the son of God and died.
We cannot prove that this true
there’s very little evidence.
But we are still expected to
give these stories full credence.
By word of mouth they were passed down.
Translated from old Aramaic.
They came from sources now unknown
Could they free from all mistake.
When they written finally
Although no doubt with good intent
Were they translated properly
or were they changed by accident.
By accident or purposely.
Perhaps a mixture of the two
To claim divine authority.
To me it simply will not do.
To tell me that I must believe.
What may or may not be true.
Is something which you won’t achieve.
There’s very little you can do.
I can’t accept on faith alone.
Until you can prove the things you teach.
are truths that stand up on their own.
Consider me beyond your reach.
Christianity could very easily
have flourished for a while and died.
It owes its popularity.
To information men supplied.
Who had some private axe to grind
Men who stood to benefit.
Perhaps you think I am unkind
that I can’t prove a word of it
I can’t deny that it is so
I don’t expect you to agree.
But I believe you do not know
The whole truth any more than me.
I can respect what that you believe
I do not find it difficult
But I’m not willing to receive
Indoctrination by some cult.
So please don’t knock upon my door
Attempting to convert me to your view
Because I’ve heard it all before
and I’ve got better things to do.
Than listen to the likes of you.
02/09/2009
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Just deserts
I’ve killed before and will again.
I kill for justice not for gain
So many criminals go free
because of their ability.
To hire a lawyer who will try
To make the truth appear a lie
So they escape just punishment.
Although it is self evident
That crafty legal argument
based on some ancient precedent
The merest technicality
persuades the judge to set them free
I’m not constrained by petty rules
and those that are I see as fools
I pursue justice ceaselessly
and do my duty faithfully
And those I deem deserve to die.
The punishment that I apply.
Is merely justice long delayed
I play the part that I have played.
That of the executioner
Or murderer if you prefer.
For many years without remorse
And I will carry on of course.
I’ve killed before and will again
As long as criminals obtain.
Immunity they don’t deserve
a fact I frequently observe.
In courts of law. Guilty men go free.
Blind justice can depend on me.
To disregard such foolishness
I am completely pitiless.
Though self appointed I redress
injustice with some small success.
I operate in secrecy
It is a prime necessity.
You do not need to know my name
I have no wish for worldly fame.
I take my duties seriously.
and that’s reward enough for me.
I rectify the courts mistakes
a little thought is all it takes.
Each guilty man the courts set free.
I’ll execute eventually.
But I must make it crystal clear
that innocents have naught to fear.
I only punish guilty men
before they can offend again.
Prevention is better than cure
I see no reason to endure.
Acquittals earned by lawyer’s lies.
I think a higher law applies.
If you transgress then you must pay.
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Taking Liberties too far
The lack of enforced discipline.
Is where our troubles all begin.
The evidence is plain to see.
Things are not as they ought to be
Some legal technicality
allows the guilty to go free.
They thus evade due punishment
although they are not innocent.
It’s much the same in homes and schools
Where children disobey the rules.
Without regard to consequence
because they see no evidence.
They will be chastised in due course.
There is no point in having laws
which aren’t enforced impartially.
Applied to all men equally.
A civilised society
which fails to enforce it’s own laws.
Will slide into sheer anarchy.
The lack of discipline the cause.
The time has come: We must review
exactly what the law should do.
To deter those who break the rules
If we do not then we are fools.
08/10/2009
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Self Convicted for Friend Charles Taylor
The Mandarin inscrutable
is clad in robes of rich brocade.
There before him on the table
a dagger with a bloodstained blade.
As magistrate he must decide
by weighing up he evidence.
Which suspect has or has not lied.
Pronounce on guilt and innocence.
There’s no appeal his word is law.
He wields supreme authority
and he has seen it all before.
Considers it objectively.
He can read thoughts or so it seems
the guilty man believes this true.
Caught up in his own twisted schemes
as guilty men are wont to do.
Betrays himself and leaves no doubt
about his guilt, it’s plain to see.
The mandarin says take him out
execute him immediately
.
In this way was justice served
The mandarin inscrutable
said little but close observed
which man was most uncomfortable.
He might be wrong it’s possible.
His knowledge of psychology
makes it highly improbable.
That’s why he holds authority.
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A Job Well Done
Quiescent now for many years.
I never thought to feel again.
The hunting instinct which now stirs.
An urge I must try to restrain.
My conscience is reminding me.
I have retained my hunting skill
Which I could employ usefully.
In hunting those prepared to kill.
Without remorse and randomly.
To satisfy some twisted lust.
Though not the man I used to be.
I have decided that I must.
Identify the latest one.
But acting unofficially.
I much prefer to hunt alone.
No petty rules to hamper me.
I’ve studied very carefully
the clues the killer left behind.
Such killers act predictably.
Which makes them easier to find.
I do not have to justify
my actions in a court of law.
It is my judgement he must die.
Make certain that he kills no more.
I’ll leave sufficient evidence.
To prove his guilt beyond all doubt.
I have not lost my confidence.
That sins will always find you out.
Though I hide my identity.
It is an act of self defence.
It also means that I am free.
From any outside influence.
No lawyers claiming innocence.
No bleeding hearts to plead his cause.
In truth he has no real defence.
I execute him for just cause.
The city can now sleep in peace.
The killer’s dead as he should be.
I think that I deserve release
From my self appointed duty.
I will return from whence I came.
Adopt my true identity.
Certain no one knows my name.
Ensuring my security.
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Will You? for friend Thad
The singing spring, a sacred well.
Is heard to sing so legends tell.
At midnight when the moon is full.
They say the singing’s wonderful.
So beautiful you are entranced
until the sunrise sets you free.
You basic nature is enhanced.
So you are changed; permanently.
The good become even better.
The wicked ones grow much worse.
These rules are followed to the letter.
Bring changes which you can’t reverse.
I was advised to stay indoors
on evenings when the moon was full
I disregarded this of course.
When you are young you play the fool
I did not believe the tales were true
So I resolved to check it out
a very foolish thing to do
But Now I know I have no doubt.
I was a young and headstrong fool
Although that does not change a thing.
I went there when the moon was full
And heard the singing of the spring.
That’s why I sit here on death row.
I grew to enjoy violence.
I killed a man with just one blow.
Although I pleaded self defence.
The jury found I was guilty.
I know I didn’t mean to kill.
The evidence convicted me.
It seemed to be an act of will.
It seems I can’t escape the fate
The sacred well foresaw for me
I know now when it is too late
I must fulfil the prophecy.
I can’t complain I made the choice
I should listened carefully
But no I had to hear the voice
I went there unbelievingly.
I should have known but I did not
Old legends are based on some truth.
That’s why the legends aren’t forgot.
Except by disbelieving youth.
I must accept the penalty
There is nothing I can do.
One morning they will come for me.
Not pleasant to look forward to.
So heed my words and heed them well.
Do not ignore the legends that you hear
The strange tales that the old wives tell.
Although their meanings are not clear.
It won’t harm you stay indoors
on evenings when the moon is full.
It is by far the wisest course.
It never hurts to be careful.
Although you are a modernist
and can’t believe the tales are true
The ancient legends still persist.
The question is my friend Will you?
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Faith the Facts
Search out all things of good report.
Consider each one carefully,
things are not always as you thought.
As you will find most probably.
What you were taught to be the truth
is very often far from true.
Lessons taught you in your youth
by those you thought knew more than you.
As you mature you learn to see.
They taught you their own biased view
Which you examine critically
And then discard most as untrue.
Your old beliefs grow obsolete.
Examine all the evidence
New facts emerge though incomplete,
you then accept what makes most sense.
What you were taught no longer true.
You can’t rely on faith alone.
Although the clergy urge you to
Because too much remains unknown
Wednesday,25 November 2009
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Whistle Blower
My name is immaterial.
I must remain anonymous.
I'm publishing material.
That's guaranteed to cause a fuss.
Revealing things I'm privy to.
The powers that be try to conceal.
The would much rather no one knew
The way they choose to wheel and deal.
Corrupt officials on the make.
Accepting bribes to influence
Some decisions which they make.
So they grow rich at our expense.
I can supply the evidence.
To prove that what I say is true.
This is no time for reticence.
I do as my conscience bids me to.
I do not trust the powers that be.
Should they discover my intent.
I'm sure that they will silence me.
And make it seem by accident..
I've duplicated documents
all neatly filed and cross referred.
In packages which will be sent.
To the main news editors.
They dare not risk discovery.
To face exposure and disgrace
So they will try to silence me.
I'll disappear without a trace
If I die unexpectedly
A trusted friend will send them out
I will deny them victory.
The press will print without a doubt.
I have been silent far too long.
My conscience will not let me rest.
I can no longer go along.
I have to do as I think best.
Though they succeed in killing me.
The evidence will prove their guilt.
I will destroy posthumously.
The thieving systems they have built.
They cannot win I cannot lose.
My life's of little consequence.
This is the strategy I choose.
To demonstrate my penitence.
I have no choice but make a stand.
Against corruption which I see.
I did not fully understand.
That I was guilty partially.
I should have spoken out before.
But I chose to procrastinate.
Afraid of my superior
And how he might retaliate.
I have informed the auditor.
Provided him with evidence.
Which I am sure he won't ignore.
Although it proves my negligence.
I'm sure that he'll investigate
My allegations thoroughly.
There's nothing I can do but wait.
The truth will out eventually.
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Self Condemned.
The sound of silence echoing,
beneath an unforgiving sky.
This is the place of reckoning.
All my past sins parading by.
I am abandoned and alone.
As I know I deserve to be.
Is there no way I can atone
for things I did unthinkingly?
Must I endure this misery
behind the walls which I have built.
Condemned to watch eternally
the evidence of my past guilt.
But love can reach you even there
Love can absolve you of your sin
and rescue you from black despair.
But first you must invite love in.
Love holds the key to set you free
from self imposed imprisonment.
Accept love unconditionally.
Release from your predicament.
You’re not as guilty as you feel.
You are no worse than other men
Why should you then try to conceal
your guilt.. It’s Time to start again.
Absorb the lessons from the past
Resolve this time you’ll get right
and in due course you’ll find you’ve passed
from darkness into bright sunlight.
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Intellectual Property
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The copyright belongs to me.
Which I can prove quite easily
If you attempt to plagiarise.
You might well find to your surprise.
I will not hesitate to sue.
So think again before you do.
You will not get away scott free.
You cannot steal my property.
Such theft incurs a penalty
The Law provides a remedy
for those who claim dishonestly
that they have written it not me.
Are you prepared to pay the price
or wise enough to heed advice.
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The best laidplans gang aft agley Storypoem
I planned her demise carefully
I was quite sure that it would be
accepted as an accident.
Which left me looking innocent.
I thought I had made no mistakes
but I made one that’s all it takes.
One single shred of evidence
destroyed my claim to innocence.
I should have sued for a divorce
that would have been the wisest course.
Though it would not have satisfied
the hatred festering inside
Caused by the mental cruelty
to which she had subjected me
So I devised the perfect plan
to rid myself of this woman.
My only thought revenge is sweet.
I truly thought in my conceit
That I would get away Scott free.
But fate had other plans for me.
My home is temporarily
a hospital I am not free.
I can still smile I am content
her punishment is permanent.
I was adjudged incompetent
of forming murderous intent
The lawyer who defended me
convinced the judge successfully.
That though I caused my wifes demise
I was too ill to recognise
That killing her would be a crime.
My mind abnormal at that time.
I have no reason to complain
I know that I am not insane
That very soon the powers that be
will certify my sanity.
Although my plans went all awry.
The price I pay is not too high
At last I am well rid of you.
It was well worth it in my view.
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Delayed Justice Story poem
I fear no foe that I can see
but rather those who strike by night
They cloak their acts in secrecy
because they cannot stand the light.
I made a powerful enemy
when I was young and in my prime.
Who swore to take revenge on me.
I know somewhere he bides his time.
My friends think I am paranoid
obsessed with high security.
Though it is better to avoid
Any and all possibility.
Of course I cannot validate
my fear of a conspiracy.
It doesn’t matter it’s too late.
I fear my foe has poisoned me.
His plans were made with subtlety.
He has corrupted some close friend
Some one I trusted utterly.
I should have known you can’t defend.
Against all possibilities.
I tried my best but I have failed.
Too many opportunities.
It seems my enemy has prevailed.
News of my death will prompt release
of documentary evidence.
To the world press and the police.
Negate his claims of innocence.
To show the world just what he was.
In the dark days of Nazi rule
Unpublished until now
because I hesitated like a fool.
I had sufficient evidence
to have his history reviewed
and to expose his false pretence.
But was not confident I could.
prove his guilt beyond all doubt.
Until I found the final clue.
Somehow he managed to find out
about what I planned to do.
He was convinced nobody knew
About the research I had done.
Which in effect was quite true.
I much preferred to work alone.
He wanted to be rid of me.
and though his plan met with success.
I will defeat my enemy
The fact I’m dead is matterless.
He sought revenge I sought justice
His is a pyrrhic victory.
I have ensured he’ll pay the price.
for his past sins and cruelty.
The proof of his identity
at least of who he used to be
Will stand up to close scrutiny
He’s not the man he claims to be.
A Jew who managed to survive.
he stole a new identity.
And some how managed to contrive
to convince every one but me.
Though he is held in high respect.
because of his ability
There is no way he can protect
his reputation for honesty.
Although I chose to work alone
The papers that I leave behind
Will show the truth to everyone
He was in fact a mastermind
of the final solution.
Which brought about the Holocaust.
There can be no absolution.
He freely chose he was not forced.
Unlike the wretches that he killed
because he had the power to.
His twisted dreams could be fulfilled.
do anything he wanted to.
I was not fooled I could see through
the lack of continuity
and spent my life determined to
destroy his false identity.
He thought if he was rid of me.
He would be safe no one doubt
the truth of his false history
But very soon he will find out.
He has not heard the last of me.
There is no way he can deny
The truth of his identity
Although the world may wonder why.
He was allowed to get away
with his charade so easily
But in the chaos of those days
he was not checked sufficiently.
The time has come when he must face.
A different reality
of opprobrium and disgrace.
It had to come eventually
Although he tried to live a lie.
Fate had other plans in mind
The clues I needed she’d supply
Though they were difficult to find.
I was obsessed I had no choice.
It seemed that fate had chosen me
to give unnumbered dead a voice.
Which I have done quite obviously.
I won’t be here to celebrate.
He was a step ahead of me.
but he had left it far too late.
I claim the final victory.
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Divine protection?
Although we try, we can’t define the attributes of the divine
So most of us choose to accept what we are told; someone’s concept.
Is God a he? Is god a she, perhaps both simultaneously
Did God create the universe? Is curiosity our curse?
Is it right that we should fear god? I find this idea rather odd
It does not seem appropriate to live in fear the normal state.
Maybe God is a neutral source of power we can tap into
Though we are free to choose our course. Responsible for what we do
I do not know what I believe and I refuse to speculate
There’s nothing guessing will achieve I will not learn if I but wait.
Perchance we are collectively all tiny parts of one great whole
And will attain divinity, when we rejoin the over soul.
A theory you may reject and many will I must expect
alhough I say in its defence you must weigh up the evidence.
Consider what you have been taught, cast doubt on its validity
It may not be as you had thought, an absolute, a certainty.
The truth is that nobody knows. Because we aren’t intended to.
If we were wise we’d recognise some things are hidden from our eyes.
Because we could not comprehend the nature of divinity.
To suffering humanity God must remain a mystery.
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A simple man.
I am not a Christian
Nor a Muslim or a Jew
I am just a simple man.
Who has a different point of view.
I can't believe the fairy tales.
Which I was taught in my youth.
Because the evidence fails
to convince me of their truth.
I am prepared to listen to.
What you believe with due respect.
But I expect respect from you.
Though you're entitled to reject.
What I believe as being false.
A matter of selection
I dance a jig you choose to waltz.
A different dance for everyone.
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Healing Hand for M lady Ernestine
I don’t conduct experiments
to prove established precedents
I try to keep an open mind
to things by science undefined.
I do accept telepathy
and other forms of ESP.
I see no reason to deny
Some may have this ability
Some heal by laying on of hand
a process no one understands
But one that works obviously.
The evidence is plain to see.
To see someone become pain free
when they have been in agony.
Though all the doctors are quite sure
that healers can’t provide a cure.
The patients know that healers do
that’s why the will not listen to
The scientists who cant believe
the cures that healers can achieve.
Sometimes alternate therapies
do work much more efficiently.
Than what the doctors offer you
Both you and I know this true
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Blinded by Bias.
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Most scientists hypothesise.
Then try to prove their theories
Dame nature cuts them down to size.
Producing further mysteries.
Results they cannot replicate
although they try their very best
It seems they don’t appreciate.
There is no scientific test.
Which proves or disproves E.S.P.
They disregard the evidence
that conflicts with their theory.
They conclude it makes no sense.
Because their methodology
lacks any credibility.
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Blinded by Pride for JT Ellison
Before recorded history.
Were men truly uncivilised?
or are we merely ill advised
and misinterpret what we see.
Some ancient monuments still stand.
Which we cannot explain today.
How were they built? No man can say.
Although we strive to understand.
Suggestive of technology
which is unknown to modern man.
We can’t explain it no one can.
There is no reason I can see.
There should not be technology
which we can’t duplicate today
Which somehow somewhere went astray
which brought them down eventually.
But modern man cannot accept.
That we too may have gone astray
and blunders blindly on his way,
As did the others I suspect.
Before the great catastrophe
reduced them back to primitives
Perhaps we do not want to see
a parallel with our lives.
Cursed by our curiosity
Mankind meddles where he should not.
Condemned to act impulsively
the lessons of the past forgot.
Perhaps in time mankind will learn
there are some things we may not know
or we will vanish in our turn.
And leave only ruins to show.
The heights to which we once aspired.
New races will investigate.
By remnants we have left inspired
and no doubt confidently state.
They are much wiser than we were
as we are inclined to boast today.
Each generation seems to prefer
to think theirs is the only way.
May be its true we’ve reached the peak
The highest point our race can reach
and that we have found what we seek.
I rather think events will teach.
That in due course this is not true
We too will vanish without trace.
and clear the way for something new
As early races had to do.
2-Oct-08
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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