The Answer To World Peace

Tensions on border there and here,

Living lives in much stress and fear,

Fighting in Russia, Middle East,

Ruled by the military beast,

Crime outside on the road and street,

Women and child are daily beat,

Peace and free love, how to restore,

End all conflict and hate no more,

The answer lies in daughter, son,

The prize of world peace to be won,

Computer game addiction to all,

Plug them in to virtual rule,

Infect and then pass on until,

The world becomes quiet and still,

Apathetic to all but play,

Cannot, will not be torn away,

For anything including war,

Compared to game it’s such a bore.

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How Many Words Do We Need?

No sound emitting, you cannot speak

Only unintelligible squeak

Facial expression fails to engage

People …to you hidden in blank page

They smile at you politely and then

Silence makes uncomfortable men

Side stepping uneven verbal dance

They move away quickly at first chance

This despite knowing that what you’ll say

Isn’t necessary anyway.

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The Football Team Winners

They kicked and ran and passed and shot,

Tackles, headers and goals a lot,

But all in all ‘twas just a game,

Even if players had global fame,

With nations pinning hopes on theirs,

By cheers, songs and whispered prayers,

The team which captured every heart,

Of which each country felt a part,

Was not found on a pitch at all,

Nor were they playing with football,

They sat trapped in a cave so deep,

Where even insects could not creep,

And the world watched glued to their screen,

Football boys trapped under water scene,

Joining world to become just one,

These boys were everybody’s son,

We waited for news to attest,

That the boys had won this contest,

We all needed to be quite sure,

These boys would win at life some more,

These small boys of the game football,

Who united us and showed us all.

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Graduation

I had a little sapling, which I planted in the ground,

And busied about it, trying not to make a sound,

I sprinkled it with water and let it feel the sun,

And saw that it’s growing had definitely begun,

I had a team of gardeners to tend to its needs,

Experts in its watering and experts in its feeds,

Together we protected the very little tree,

Holding it up until it could stand and it could see,

That its trunk was solid and its branches many, wide,

Clothed with leaves of wisdom shielding every wooden side,

We tended to its every whim and fed it letters so,

That after twelve years nurture, we could slowly let go,

And watch with wonder as a sapling it is no more,

But a tree full of knowledge with its own armor for,

Living in the world’s big forest with the wind and bee,

Knowing it’s rooted firm, but independent and free.

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End Of School

Farewell to the old school,

Of teachers plentiful,

Teachers who do not reach,

Teachers who cannot teach,

Teachers who cannot beat,

Teachers who can’t compete,

With the knowledge master,

Personal and faster,

That’s replaced them complete,

Stolen their classroom seat,

New school age begun,

Where computer has won,

So that teacher must learn,

It is end of school turn,

For the teacher.

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Father Of The Bride

You don’t like the circus at all,

But are told to perform for rule,

Not trained to jump through burning ring,

They wait for you to do something,

You flounder bleeding red not blue,

Oh the perfect jester is you,

To entertain the circus guest,

As long as the act is not messed,

But you don’t like the circus at all,

And do not mistake you for a fool,

You leave and bring the tent right down,

They’ll have to find another clown.

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Remembrance Day

Space vacated,

Holes created,

Rain tears with blood,

For earth and mud,

Families broke,

Grief, blackness soak,

New ghosts not old,

So young and bold,

Lift up dead hand,

And carry Land,

With price so high,

So we can try,

To live in peace.

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