The Dogds of War for JT Earley
Devastation, desolation.
Nothing offers consolation
when the tides of war have passed.
Only our misery can last.
Though we tried to live in peace
The dogs or war had slipped their leash.
Strangers came into our land
although we didn’t understand.
They treated us as enemies
looting killing as they please.
There was nothing we could do
but run away as we tried to.
We weren’t welcome anywhere.
Always moving’s hard to bear.
We would rather be at home
instead of being forced to roam.
Once unleashed the dogs of war
no matter what they’re fighting for.
Leave only sorrow in their wake.
Death and suffering and heart ache.
Devastation, desolation
nothing for our compensation
for the way of life we lost.
The innocent must bear the cost.
18-Apr-08
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Slash and Burn
Devastation, desolation
uncontrolled deforestation.
A policy of slash and burn.
What men destroy cannot return.
What man despoils he can’t replace.
Though where he’s been he leaves a trace
Vast tracts of semi desert ground
where very little life is found.
Undoes the work of centuries
Creates a wound that will not heal
When he cuts down the forest trees
There is no way he can appeal
Dame nature has the final say
he has sinned and he must pay.
9-Aug-08
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Dragons Teeth.
We know: We’ve seen it all before.
Devastation, desolation
the aftermath of modern war.
Although it shocks us to the core
It recalls to our attention.
We know: we’ve seen it all before.
We have chosen to ignore
Lack of valid information
The aftermath of modern war
To us it’s just another chore
needing little explanation.
We know: We’ve seen it all before
There is no way we can
restore any kind of cultivation.
The after math of modern war.
Still danger lies for evermore
unexploded ammunition.
The aftermath of modern war.
We know: We’ve seen it all before.
Sunday,28 November 2010
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Wasteland
Wasteland: Man created desolation.
Now although the tides of war have moved on.
The earth conceals seeds of destruction
One step can trigger an explosion.
There’s little hope of reconstruction
and even less of compensation...
The simple folk who once farmed hereabout.
Were by opposing armies driven out
Now homeless refugees they go without.
Although receiving sympathy; I doubt
if it will help. Because they are still kept out
by landmines which have not been taken out.
What should be seen as a priority
is not being regarded seriously.
Sadly it has been left to charity
to remove the mines but too slowly
By experts; all volunteers who gallantly
risk life and limb so that the land can be
returned to useful cultivation
The landmines made safe every last one
no more need to fear explosion
The land is safe; a job well done
There’s little time to rest we must move on.
There always seems to be another one.
Another area needing to be cleared
of land mines which are rightly feared.
The rightful owners have disappeared
forced to flee when rebel soldiers appeared.
When we arrive we won’t be loudly cheered.
The land is empty desolate and weird.
14-Mar-09
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Lady in waiting.2011
I live alone, my family
and all my friends are long since gone.
There’s no one left who cares for me.
Others have problems of their own.
I’ve had my share of happiness
and known the depths of misery.
My life now seems to matter less.
So I am waiting patiently.
For death to come and set me free.
Each night I pray I will not wake..
I think that death’s forgotten me
just overlooked me by mistake.
I’d welcome death quite happily
but even deaths abandoned me.
Friday,18 February 2011
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Future Imperfect for friend Ben
The world today is in a dreadful mess.
No one accepts responsibility.
It seems that truth and honour matter less
than expedience apparently.
The only thing we value is success
although it’s been achieved dishonestly
The values which our forbears knew are lost
and everyone of us will bear the cost.
Ottavo Rima
23/08/2009
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Anticipation.
Anticipation.
I must accept that you have gone
one step ahead you have moved on.
I’m certain we will meet again
some otherwhere, some otherwhen.
We had no secrets you and I.
We always knew that one would die
and leave the other one behind.
That you went first I do not mind.
I could not bear to think of you.
Suffering the way I do.
Although I know I must wait
I know I can anticipate.
The joy we’ll share when we next meet.
Together once again: Complete.
Friday,31 December 2010
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Sex Discrimination
She trusted and she was betrayed
At least according to the maid.
She swore that she was innocent
and unaware of my intent.
The maiden lied as women do.
They enjoy first and then they rue.
Though it takes two to play loves game
it seems that I must bear the blame.
Why should she be seen as guilt free.
When she is just as blameworthy,
but she will live and I will die.
Her father means to hang me high.
Although I am not innocent.
I am entitled to resent
the obvious inequality.
I have to die but she goes free.
10-Jul-08
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The night the rains came!
The sky is dark and overcast.
The rain pours down relentlessly.
You would not think that it could last
but it continues ceaselessly
The sodden ground can hold no more.
The rivers lack capacity
and do as they have done before
The overrun their boundaries
The city streets are now waist deep
There is no halt to the down pour
The rising water slowly creep
to places they’ve not reached before.
The people flee before the flood,
seeking shelter and safety
They help each other as they should
and in the main successfully
The good news is few lives were lost.
The only one a brave P.C.
His wife and family bear the cost
although he died heroically.
It seems that nature was intent
on showing power she could wield
It was a tragic accident
The cold grey morning light revealed.
A scene of devastation.
Bridges torn down and washed away.
A natural phenomenon
or so the weather experts say/
Once in a thousand years or so.
This is no consolation
What the people want to know.
Will they get compensation?
Insurance companies have refused
cover against the risk of flood
Until the risk has been reduced.
If they will not then some one should.
For damage to their property
and prized possessions washed away.
Their only hope the powers that be
will compensate without delay.
Their ordeal isn’t over yet
more heavy rain is on the way
This is a night they won’t forget
but live in fear of a replay.
Their lives will never be the same.
A total impossibility.
The night the heavy rainfall came
deep etched into their memory.
Although the damage is repaired
Their peace of mind can never be.
They will recall how they despaired
when rain poured down relentlessly.
And there was nothing they could do.
But flee before the angry flood.
Which seemed determined to pursue
and do what damage that it could.
As if it fully understood
this was its only chance to show.
Nature in destructive mood
for a thousand years or so.
Saturday,21 November 2009
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Dying to succeed for Friend Jon London
The pace of life is fast and furious.
We have no time to simply stand and stare.
There is no peace to be found, anywhere,
so many pressures brought to bear on us.
Why is that we have to fume and fuss
lack of success is not so hard to bear
despite the direful warnings we hear
As for myself I find it curious.
Why many men assume that they must fail
if they don’t work a sixteen hour day.
Subsuming every other interest.
Some work themselves to death to no avail
because it seem to them the only way
To prove they’re better than the rest.
18-May-08
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English Lit as it is taught For Sidi Mahtrow
English lit as it is taught.
My daughter was quite fond of Chaucer.
It was her choice I didn’t force her.
She treated Shakespeare with disdain.
Considered him to be pain.
Although her teachers would insist
he was the greatest tragedist.
That England ever had produced.
She refused to be seduced.
By the established point of view.
Though she was forced to listen to
Them singing praise of the bard.
They failed despite their trying hard.
She still considered Will a fraud
a failed exam was her reward.
Monday,08 November 2010
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Dilemma.
Afghanistan where young men die,
protecting us from terrorists
Here normal rules do not apply.
But still the powers that be insist.
They will not change their strategy.
They are convinced they are correct.
Although it’s obvious to see
things do not go as they expect.
Afghanistan has never been
conquered throughout history
The facts can be clearly seen.
There really is no mystery.
The tribal chieftains rule their fiefs
exert supreme authority.
Contrary to western beliefs
There’s little probability
That outside forces will prevail
against Afghani stubbornness.
It seems that we are doomed to fail.
Although we have made some progress
How many more lives must be lost
before we decide to withdraw
Why should our young men bear the cost
of fighting someone else’s war.
Friday,23 July 2010
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Sonnet: Country-Dogs but…
Who says that country-dogs are unworthy,
And dogs that roam the streets are to be shot?
So, people use the term in sense filthy;
But Dogs or Dogs where-ever from they’re brought.
The Dogs I see are sensible enough,
And keep their bodies clean in ways they can;
But human beings to them appear rough;
By looking once, they know the kind of man!
And some have excellent memory also,
And remember your kindness for long years;
When strangers come at nights, barking they do;
Ev’n children need not have any fears.
They scour the land and become prey to snakes;
And some are dead, sometimes in nearby lakes.
6-20-2001
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Thankless Task.
Thankless Task.
Death never takes a holiday.
He has too long a waiting list.
He has to work twelve hours a day.
Because we humans will persist.
In fighting wars for no good cause.
We cannot learn to live in peace
We always think that sheer brute force
Will overcome our enemies..
It seems that we will never learn
violence begets violence
and hatred will hatred return
We seem bereft of moral sense.
When friendship can pay dividends.
Why human beings choose to fight
Make enemies instead of friends.
When they could do the opposite,
Death never takes a holiday.
Although really needs a rest..
He has to work twelve hours a day.
He has good reason to protest.
Perhaps when the last man dies.
Then death can take a holiday.
He will rejoice at our demise.
And who could blame him anyway.
Thursday,25 March 2010
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Sense and Sensitivity 2010
Sense and sensitivity.2010
Big city life is not for me.
Too many minds impinge on mine.
Broadcasting thoughts quite randomly
that have no purpose or design.
the broadcast thoughts though unaware
that other people can receive.
I find such chaos hard to bear.
I must raise barriers to achieve
the peace of mind for which I yearn.
Leaves me no choice I must return
to rural life and peacefulness.
Though city life is not for me.
It may suit you admirably.
Saturday,03 July 2010
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Final solution
The countless dead unburied lay beneath a covering of clay.
The good earth turned to dark red mud mixed with the best of soldier’s blood.
It mattered not how many died for death could not be satisfied.
Brave men who fought for their country. Death chose amongst them randomly.
I lived although my comrades died. Death often took them from my side.
Why did I live? So I can tell the world about the living hell
wich we endured knee deep in mud. I think it fitting that I should.
So many died on either side. Involuntary suicide
To fight a war they could not win, to no more see their kith and kin
Like every war it proved to be a total waste, a mockery
The cream of Europe’s fighting mem would never see their homes again.
What did it prove the First World War? Nothing we had not known before!
Though we remember those who died. The lessons learned are not applied
for men still battle constantly to prove superiority.
It seems mankind can’t live in peace, that wanton killing will not cease
Until death has added to his score the last man and there are no more.
I think that then and only then the world will be at peace again.
16/04/2009
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Dogs (Homage)
Man’s best friend?
Why?
There is nothing quite as cute as a puppy
Dogs are more than pets, they’re companions
Dogs are fiercely loyal
Dogs protect life & property, even to their own demise
Dogs do not judge their masters
Dogs are grateful for any food fed them
Dogs can be trained to carry, guide, search, rescue and hunt
Dogs are great listeners
Dogs are ready to play anytime
Dogs are emotional sponges that absorb human misery
Dogs are wonderful match-makers and buffers
Dogs can chase away “The blues”
You can take a dog’s balls and he’ll still love you
Yes,
Dogs are 'Man’s best friend'
After all God is Dog spelled backwards...
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At your Service
The road I take a lonely road.
I have no friends or relatives
Nor have I any fixed abode.
my only purpose ending lives.
I do not choose which lives to take
Contrarywise they call on me
to bring an end to their heartache.
When life’s become a misery
If they are living in great pain
and have no way of gaining ease
A burden too much to sustain.
They welcome me I bring release
When you find life too much to bear.
Just call to me and I will hear.
26-Oct-08
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Escape Mechanism
I was in pain, in agony
and saw no way to gain relief.
Then all at once I seemed to be
beside myself quite literally.
Some how I had escaped my pain
just left my agony behind
so I was comfortable again.
I thought at first I was insane.
And yet I knew I was still me
but by some magic of my mind.
I had escaped I’d struggled free.
Although it felt quite strange to see.
My body sitting in my chair.
To see myself from the outside.
As though I was both here and there.
I found it rather hard to bear.
I wondered then if I had died
and that was how I came to be
Observing myself from outside
I understood I must decide
I had a choice to be pain free
and leave the life I knew behind.
I chose somewhat reluctantly
and I returned immediately.
Back to the inside looking out
I don’t pretend to understand
what happened but I have no doubt.
Although I rarely talk about.
The day I found that I could be
in two places at one time.
Experience simultaneously
to be pain wracked and be pain free.
I sometimes voluntarliy
decide to take a holiday
from aches and pains which distress me.
Be pain free temporarily.
All men must die and so will I,
I do not let it worry me.
But until then I can but try
to bear my suffering patiently.
When it gets to much to bear
I close my eyes and I escape
to somewhere else I‘m not sure where
nor do I think I really care.
1-Oct-08
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Vision Of Peace
A Vision Of Peace is what we long to see….,
Seems our hearts keep praying…, for what may never be….,
Yes, we want to end the misery of war and devastation…,
But I believe the key to peace is a solid education.
The primitive and ignorant are like a raging cancer….,
So suppressed and depraved....,
They feel fighting and killing is the only answer….,
The Vision Of Peace is a distant wish of enormous size….,
One that we can only hope and pray someday our world will realize.
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Heartbreak
Heartbreak; so much pain, so much sorrow.
Heartbreak; how could you do this to me?
Heartbreak; it fills my mind it kills my soul.
Heartbreak; when will my suffering end?
Depression; all I have left to embrace, to love
Depression; what you left me for after you stole my heart
Depression; something you will never understand.
Depression; what I look towards as you rip my heart apart.
Heartache; the pain that fills my body, my mind
Heartache; how my heart felt when you ripped my heart from my chest,
Heartache; it drowns my thoughts in my tears,
Heartache; what it is I feel whenever I think of your false love
Desolation; the ruins you have left my spirit in.
Desolation; how can you remain so naïve to what you make us feel?
Desolation; no one can fix it, no one can ever know how it feels
Desolation; when will you see the truth in what you do?
Helpless; I feel so alone, so forsaken
Helpless; how much longer will I suffer
Helpless; it fills my veins and oozes through my wounds
Helpless; when can I just let it all go?
Dejection; my life has no meaning, I have no will
Dejection; Why did you do this to me?
Dejection; I sleep with a light on just so I don’t feel alone,
Dejection; when will you see what you have done?
Heartbreak; so much pain, so much sorrow.
Heartbreak; how could you do this to me?
Heartbreak; it fills my mind and kills my soul.
Heartbreak; how much longer can I suffer, when will my suffering end?
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