The Tramp

His tousled greying matted hair peeped neath’ his old cloth cap,
his button-less army overcoat too long and overlapped.
Secured by a length, of frayed and knotted picture cord,
helping to defy gravity, with some help, from the Lord.

Sporting some clapped out “trainers” that had seen much better days,
one could have said that they’re buggered to coin a turn of phrase.
his care worn wrinkled forehead, above a pair of bloodshot eyes.
A nervous cough, and raised eyebrows, indicated surprise.

He recalled how he’d once worn his army uniform with pride,
now he was disillusioned ,felt sad and all empty inside.
on his wounded discharge from the army, back to his old address,
he found his wife had left him for someone, much to his distress

Now with the love of his life departed, he was so sad and, filled with despair,
lost his pride and took to the bottle no zest for living, a life so unfair.
And as he sat deep in thought on a park bench, in pain from his wounded back
came a voice of a pretty nurse he’d met, when wounded back from Iraq

In a voice full with compassion and concern at the plight he was in
said how in the name of heaven can they do this to a man like you Jim
They went off in her car reliving the moments they’d spent together
a shower a new suit and a hearty meal transformed Jim’s life forever
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Deception

We’ve been mislead so many, many times before
and led by the nose into a pointless, cruel war
Where many thousands of gods children died
in acts of organised and scientific genocide

New words are coined to justify these cruel acts
designed to conceal the actual barbaric facts
Rendition, collateral damage, water boarding, shock and awe
we’ll need a brand new dictionary next time they start a war
No matter what words they use or how they cheat and lie
the facts will be duly noted by the spirit in the sky

Words Can

Do you ever reflect on alternatives, or what you might have said,
when you spoke to someone harshly, or bit your tongue instead.
Words spoken in the heat of the moment, can take forever to forget,
can linger in a person’s memory, as a source of much regret.

Words are so intractable, and when repeated by another,
with a change of emphasis can cause a lot of bother.
Let kind thoughts, precede your words, not as an afterthought,
then kindness is contagious and can quite easily be caught

Make Believe Land

Deep inside the magic forest, ever so grand,
lies a quaint little place, called Make Believe Land
Where happiness blooms neath’ a candy floss sky,
where everyone smiles cause’ there’s no reason to cry.

Tinsel bud gilded blossoms brighten the trees,
not a sound can be heard but the song of the bees.
Goldilock’s three bears live just down the lane,
Snow white’s seven dwarfs chop wood once again.

Humpty Dumpty sits firmly on the wall and then,
the King’s men succeeded he’s back once again.
The goblins, and pixies and fairies in June,
All join in the fun by the light of the moon.

Dancing and singing by the whole night through,
sipping their wine made of midsummer dew.
all these joys could be yours it’s ever so grand,
I’ll send you an invite to Make Believe Land

The Fairyland Ball

It’s the grandest Gig this side of the fall,
the little people know it as the Fairyland ball.
It’s the happiest occasion in all of the land,
with the tin whistle tooters of the Pixie land band.

Anyone who plays at all, or likes to busk,
it’s a music free for all, from dawn till dusk
The fairies oblige with their fly around song,
gnomes do body popping for the happy throng.

And for a grand finale round about ten o’clock,
all join in the dance for the fairy tale house rock.
So get out your fairy wings, and shine up your shoes,
you may be just in time, for the fairyland blues.

That Illusive Truth

Truth can tell a lie merely by it’s convenient omission,
is a half truth, but half a lie or a falsehood by definition
A biased “truth” is a distortion, a hybrid lie by implication
truth from whatever source is open to misinterpretation.

Emotive words, can turn heroes, into villains in the news,
can change a given story by whatever words they chose.
Truth can be so illusive and quite impossible to define,
due to preconception and what’s convenient at the time.

Words can be poor reflections of external reality
a child is taught conception by what they hear and see.
Words can change their meanings completely over time,
thus translators confuse ancient word usage to define.

Reality is in a state of virtual change by many new inventions
duplicating the meaning of present words stifles comprehension
Eternal truths can not exist while the world’s in a constant flux
objective truths are the only way explain the universe as such




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Those Scientists

Nothing on earth can be totally destroyed, or meet a similar fate,
all subject to nature’s laws. of qualitative change to which we must relate
If you increase the temperature of water it undergoes a change of state
it then becomes steam or vapour, we cannot destroy or eliminate

If you reduce the .temperature of water it changes quality too,
loses all the fluidity it once had, and becomes a solid mass anew.
If you set a piece of wood on fire you still end up with ash residue
this qualitative change is in existence in nature everywhere on view

Every metal has it’s own nodal point at which it sets or flows
all gases liquefy through natures laws as every scientists knows
Now scientists are well informed a fact we could all endorse
but couldn’t produce anything without the help of natures laws