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​This Is Poetry

Poetry Is…

A load of nonsensical twaddle
That cannot be understood
Unless you’re wearing the Emperor’s clothes
Then you’re bound to say it’s good

Poetry Is…

Profound words of wisdom
That linger in your head
Evocative and clever
A pleasure to have read

Poetry Is…

An unfolding story
The rhyming of the words
Like lyrics in a song
The poet must be heard.

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That Child

This child has shelter and food and love,
That child has nothing, none of the above,

This child feels secure and safe at home,
That child of no abode can only roam,

This child has hot water a shower and bath,
That child has the rain and no reason to laugh,

This child eats well at last three times a day,
That child finds scraps along the way,

This child is surrounded by a loving family,
That child is alone and in extreme poverty,

This child will only wear designer clothes,
That child has rags and uncovered toes,

This child is lucky to be born into wealth,
That child just needed to be born somewhere else.


Love Is Precious

Love is precious love is kind
Shakespeare told us love is blind

Love is for taking love is forgiving
When we love we are truly living

Love is showing each other respect
Neglect this and the love will be wrecked

Love needs honesty along with trust
Allowing each other to grow is a must

Love is understanding that we are not perfect
Acceptance of this makes it all worth it.

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Battle Of The Trousers

We may all be slaves to fashion
 At some time in our lives,
Some better, some worse
Like husbands and wives
 
But there will surely never be  
                             A more offensive sight to see,                             
A challenge for the wearer
Who will also be the bearer

A simple pair of trousers
Not worn on the hips or waist,
But worn halfway down the buttocks
Such style and such good taste

The unintentional comedian 
 believes he looks so cool, 
He tries to strut
Without much luck
and really looks a fool 

He cannot move too freely
Or those trousers might fall down,  
His embarrassment would not be spared
 Whilst reaching to the ground

A two year old would be forgiven, 
For wearing trousers in this way 
And lovingly described as cute  
As he trundles through the day

 But if you choose to show your underwear 
At an age that isn’t sweet 
And lose the battle of the trousers  
And they end up round your feet

Be prepared for roars of laughter 
Just like a circus clown, 
You’ll be sure to hear it loudly 
Echoing all around

So to avoid this situation 
Before you venture out, 
Cast an eye over that mirror 
There really is no doubt

It’s not a look that you’ll grow into 
And please excuse the pun, 
Pull your trousers up guys
You know it must be done.

Mysterious Miracle of Life
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Life starts from a simple seed
From there, what develops is way beyond me
The miracle of life begins to unfold,
With so many secrets that will never be told

Let's breathe in and out and appreciate
Every solitary breath that we take,
Our mind is the most powerful tool
So let's use it wisely not like a fool,

There may be much we don't understand,
We may feel we don't have a plan
But while for us it's all unravelling
Why waste the time in which we're traveling

Love, laughter, pain and sorrow
Are all a part of our tomorrow,
From each experience we can build and grow
And on along the path we go,

If we attempt to give and take 
And try to learn from our mistakes,
In this life we might just find
The human race can be man kind,

While life remains a mystery
Animals, birds, plants and trees
Share with us this amazing space
Our world, this planet, our life in space.


Poverty

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Poverty and homelessness
Anguish and despair
Not a time to be judgemental
Just time to show some care

From the barbarous workhouse days 
Lacking dignity or compassion
Poverty remains today 
It’s sadly still in fashion

Life can take twists and turns
You or I are not immune
Anyone can be affected
We need change to happen soon

To eradicate poverty
Leaders must play their part 
By displaying some humanity
They can show they have a heart


Being Old

I used to have a voice once     
I used to be someone    
But growing old and feeling cold
Is really not much fun

I had strong opinions 
And used to speak out loud
Now I just stay quiet     
And don’t get noticed in a crowd  
                                       
Not wishing to sound melancholic 
Or ungrateful for the years
I’ve loved and lived my life in full
But of course I’ve shed some tears

Everything I do is in slow motion
The aches and pains are always there       
So many pills to take each day
And of course the thinning of the hair
 
My eyesight is now failing                     
My hearing’s not so good
Conversations are hard work now  
I don’t think I’m understood

These days I feel very frail     
I used to be quite strong
Time used to go so quickly then
And now the days they seem so long

My experiences along the way 
Have been so worth while
I’ve learned so much every day
And always try to smile 

But now I can do so little         
And the frustration sometimes shows
I cling onto my memories 
And refuse to let them go   
                                           
Time is now against me
I don’t see it as a friend           
When the final curtain closes
I’ll accept that it’s the end.

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NELSON ROLIHLAHLA MANDELA 

His early life was peaceful              
In a rural setting, herding cattle
With rich and royal connections
And no clue of the forthcoming battle

It all began at college
Against the white colonial rule,               
He had so much determination   
In his fight for liberation

When he joined the ANC
It was a huge uphill struggle,       
Ironically, charged with treason 
Was just the beginning of his troubles

How did that government      
Manage to sleep at night,           
Imposing such  injustices, 
Believing apartheid was right

After the Sharpeville massacre
Non-violent protest came to an end,    
Black people looking for equality,    
White leaders looking for revenge 

A truly great man
Attempting to bring about change,       
A fair, just and equal society,
How could this be thought as strange

So off to prison he was sent                    
Because he fought for what was right,  
Then better living conditions at Robben Island
Was yet another fight

After 27 years
His determination was still strong,  
He was at last released from prison,
It had taken far too long

Negotiations began, 
A constitution was agreed,                           
Racial discrimination
Would no longer be

The Nobel Peace Prize
Was so very deserved,      
And then becoming President,       
His voice would now be heard

The elimination of worldwide poverty
And aids is now his goal,
This wonderful man fights on, 
For many deserving souls

Even in retirement
This amazing man still cares, 
Now that he is poorly
Let’s remember him in our prayers.
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Come On England

The world cup is upon us
And it’s time to unite
To give England our support
So they put up a fight

In Roy we trust completely
He’s the man who has a plan
With youth and experience
It’s time to say we can

Come on England we’re behind you
No time for looking back
We don’t need negativity
Or unimportant stats

So let’s join together as a nation
We won't sit around and mope
We’ve got passion and desire
And renewed belief and hope

Let’s banish club rivalry
And unite so we’re the best                                                                                   It’s all about England now
And those three lions on the chest


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