5 poems

dan26

Melody Within

Does anyone know we are no longer in the war?
The year is in fact '05 not 1944
People shouldn't be victimised,
In a bigoted view to discriminate ,
Isn’t it time to let go of all this hate.
Just because of the given colour of skin,
So that the music of the world,
Can help cease all this hate,
That can only decimate,
by hearing the melody within.

The Currents Of Peace

Look at all the houses
All the life's that have quickly died
All the future's that have been ripped apart
By the vicious power of the tide.

People holding onto each other
People pulled deep under the swell
Let’s get aid to these people
To get them out of this watery hell.

It just makes you appreciate what you've got
Looking at all the wreckage washed a shore
Whilst people identify loved ones from photographs
Survivors hugging people they thought they would see no more.

So may the currents of peace
Cleanse over the scars and all the pain spilt
So the victims can move on from this nightmare
And that their hope can be finally rebuilt.

Nothing’s Nu or clear


Nothing’s nu
Knowing that man care’s too about greed
Wanting more money more control
Than any one possibly could ever need.
Nothings ever clear
As nothing makes sense
The amount spent on these weapons
We need to fight against it
There’s no time to sit on the fence.
We got to find a way to dock the Trident
Stop the pollution that’s happening in our space
We got to keep saying NO! To NATO
And think about the survival of the living race.
Also we must start handling plutonium wisely
To disarm these threats would be both nu and clear
As it would mean everyone could live peacefully
And think about a future that bears no fear.


THESE DAYS



It seems as if
Everyone is suing these days
It’s not about being politically correct
It’s just because it pays
A common misinterpretation
Could easily make you feel like a racist
Or talking to a child that asks for a sweet
Could put you on the child offender’s list.
Things are going to such extremes
That freedom of speech that we fought for
Is becoming such a distant dream.
I’m not saying to be oppressed
It just seems that the scales have tipped
So much the other way now
That it’s left me feeling quite depressed.
In such a money spinning nanny state
That’s poisoning a planets thought
You got to be so careful in what you say
In case you end up in court
Teachers can’t even cannot write
These days on a black board
As it might go up in arms
With people protesting in their hordes
You can’t even buy a fairy now
For your seasonal Christmas tree
As it might be held against you
Over a person’s sexuality
We need to accept that we are all part of this world
Equal and learning through life’s journey
But it seems even doing that these days
That your soul needs to have very good attorney.


Thank you

Thank you for everything
Thanks for conning Al Gore
Thanks to connections and FOX
The American people had a new president to adore.

Thanks for all you did
Thank you Mr. Bush
For all the sons and daughters the war maimed
Forcing poorer states into the military with a firm push.

So they could feel a sense of worth
And pride, saluting the glorious flags
But thank you for cutting the media
From showing the star and striped body bags.

Thank you for everything
Thank you for cutting the veterans wage
Keeping the price of their medication high
Thank you for appreciating their old age.

Thank you for all the time you spent on holiday
Whilst terrorists were able to get a country by the throat
Maybe you should have read the notes you received on 9/11
Instead of playing substitute teacher reading “My pet goat”.

But I bet you were saying thank you
For the money made from weapons and oil
Keeping good friends with the Saudi’s, but conveniently forgetting
That they were the one’s that put blood on the soil.

Thanks for showing us who the true tyrant was Dubya
The Iraqi’s were innocent; Sadam, Afghanistan was just an excuse
And now you have won over John Kerry - legitimately or not
Maybe it’s time to put the weapons of mass peace to good use.


BY: DANIEL NORTH, UK

dan26

China town

Walking the streets of China town
I see twelve red ducks hooked
six foot above the ground
As a old man of the orient plays
The Shung strings of haunting sound.
I see a painted mime
At a drop of a coin
It moves for a brief time
The crowd ceased in fascination
As the clock hits nine.
Traffic roars, buses hiss
As shop and street lights
Illuminate up this city of glass
I might as well be in Bangkok
As I smell the sweet jost sticks
Amongst the market trays of lemon grass.
Taking time to enjoy the cobbled avenues
That are full of stirring views
Until I catch the last train home
And fall asleep on the underground pews.


Pandemic Of Complacency

We need to change our views
Before another young person dies
After all if we live in a developed world
Why haven't our leaders learnt to open their eyes?
Instead of putting unrealistic prices on life
That weigh down a one sided purse
Orphaned by greed, half of the fifteen year olds
In Saharan Africa will be erased and sadly it’s getting worse.
Why should the poor miss out on the human right of health?
We need to break the lock, to help the millions of sufferers
Of HIV and AIDS that are left to rot on the shelf.
Fighting on their own, so fearful and exposed
Just because Western unwillingness to offer fund
Too weak to brush the flies away from their face
We know how to facilitate the disease but more need to be done.
As our ignorance is disabling the unborn of mankind
We need to build a bridge of our equal connection
Teaching them the dangers of pernicious sex
And provide them with the correct protection.
Whilst they shriek and cry hysterically
Trembling with pain, in a dusty shack, unable to see
Progress being halted, whilst they cover their ears to the apocalypse
Despite the huge wealth that’s continuously growing
Under this pandemic of mass murdered complacency.

Mother

You have been my support
A carer and a friend
You have believed in me
And trusted me to the very end.
We have shared our pains
Giving me life through birth
You saved me when my faith was gone
So despondent with the ills of this earth.
Thinking that life had given up on me
In moments of grave errors and shame
You gave me the advice and strength
Without any malice or blame.
You have steered me from danger
Offering me love seen by no other
And I will never forget what you have done
I will never forget the love, I have for my mother.



Plaster cast


My nascent negative
Casts a lugubrious mask
It congeals and sets quickly
Like a sallow emaciated husk.

Inundating in dead batter
My archaic apparition; continues on
Without a heart, without a smile
In the malleable ersatz of relief.

Filled by gasping bereft
Black angels feed from its cold contagion
Dewlapped in insolent languor
To debauch this desultory mollusk.

Enchanted by the great covetousness
Of the pallid concave impression
But dropping and breaking in pieces
The tenuous person that lies underneath.

Taking Heed (for Canada's Harp)

Let us silence the sound of pain
The cries, the gun shots, that's heard under the claret rain
What gives man the right to encroach on their world?
And why does he always interfere with nature, for pointless gain?
Always taking more than he ever needs
Innocent seals becoming scapegoats for these drag trawlers of greed
Listen - carers of the sea's wildlife, will never give up the fight
So maybe everyone else should learn to take heed.
Money of the taxpayer is spent on this madness instead for good
Life on the east coast, being bludgeoned by clubs of wood
In a unregulated mass slaughter and it's toll is still rising
Whilst we look over the howling bodies of the harp seal and hood.
And for what? As there is enough cod in the sea
We need to tell the government that this is the 21st century
Instead of wasting another part of mother natures splendour
And stop this hunt forever, so that they can be truly free.

ALL WORKS COPYRIGHTED DANIEL NORTH 2005