Newly hatched eggs
Bring little chicks,
Bouncing lambs
And new born pigs.
We hunt for eggs
And tasty sweets,
Chocolate bunnies
There’s lots of treats.
New sunny days
The winters gone,
Colourful flowers
A bright spring sun.
Bright red skies
New things to see,
Loving the springtime
Feeling free.
Wtten by Abbe Cutforth 07/03/2010
Save the planet from pollution.
Does anyone have the solution?
Save your soul and find redemption,
Lord deliver us; from temptation.
Who will save us from the bomb?
How many other countries have the atom?
War in Afghanistan; a world in fear,
no one knows if a terrorist is near.
Who is that on the phone?
Are we safe in our own home?
Crime and violence in the street.
Why are there no police on the beat?
Too busy making their paperwork, look neat?
Global warming is the new religion,
with high prices that give you indigestion.
You’re expected to just pay up
and follow blind leaders without question.
Worst of all, this winter is freezing;
with snow and ice on every path and road.
It’s really not easy for the poor and the old.
It seems no one cares that so many are so cold:
Far too expensive for them to use their heating,
but someone has to pay for greed and profiteering.
By Simon Icke, Buckinghamshire. UK
entered for4th poetry competition
11.01.2010 PLEASE VOTE!!!
If I could have a wish come true
My greatest wish would be,
To have a world of perfect peace
And that everyone was free
A world free from suffering,
A world free from pain
A world where hearts are mended,
Never to be broken again
A world of understanding,
That death holds no fear
To bring comfort to the bereaved,
To wipe away each tear
Each life lost through death
Means God has called them home,
For they have special work to do
Lent to you by God on loan
So wipe away your tears,and dry your eyes,
Be happy in their survival,
For God has granted eternal life,
Let us rejoice in their survival
by Malcolm G Bradshaw
entered for 4th competition
on 25.01.2010
PLEASE VOTE!!!
There’s a lot more to me than what you see.
Have you felt the same hurts and pain?
We’ve lived different lives; we are not the same.
I’m simply trying to rebuild -
a life worth having, in this hard world.
I’m surviving the trials of everyday living.
Oh why can you not be more forgiving?
Your careless hard words, if only you knew,
how they cut me through and through;
even though I make no judgement on you.
I wonder if you realise,
just how much you offend,
with your cruel words; that you sometimes send.
I would just love to be well, like you my friend.
I really hope that I’m on the mend,
and that my painful journey is near its end.
By Simon Icke(Buckinghamshire)
Entered for international competition 04.03.2010
A brave young soldier
Went to war
To fight for his country
Like thousands more
He was proud and strong
And in his prime
This brave young soldier
Who would serve his time
He came home
Whilst hundreds died
And all the horrors
He could not hide
Some of his friends
Had died in war
And did he feel lucky
He wasn’t too sure
This brave young soldier
Who went to war
And as he grew older
As time passed by
He would join his comrades
With his head held high
And this brave young soldier
Who went to war
Will live on forever
Like thousands more
by Eddie Jepson
entered on 22.01.2010
For the 4th competition
PLEASE VOTE!!!
( Afghanistan )
‘ Big bird, big bird, hot zone ‘
I scream into the mike
Can’t let the chopper land here
And let the enemy strike
Not fair to put their lives at risk
It’s bad enough our own
Fifteen British soldiers
Ambushed and alone
‘ Helmund Province ‘ we were told
Was quiet this dark night
‘ Patrol the eastern valley,
Till early morning light ‘
Then came the first explosion
‘ Big Jimmy ‘ taken out
Walking proud one minute
He was our best lead scout
‘ Zero, this is Bravo-three,
Contact, hit, wait out ‘
I scream into my radio
So much noise I shout
‘ Gormless Eddie ‘ next man down
Hit by one stray round
Though heavily outnumbered
He stood and fought his ground
‘ Medic, Medic ‘ came the shout
A screaming comrade dying
A medic crying for himself
He died by me whilst trying
We were going down like flies
An ambush perfect set
Caught out in the open
No cover we could get
‘ Chippy, Chalky, Half-pint ‘
They went down one by one
By then I’d just stopped counting
My mind switched off and gone
This was my nineteenth birthday
My last year as a teen
A battle hardened soldier
Such horrors I have seen
To watch your best friends blown apart
Their blood, and limbs, and bone
The nightmares of the battlefield
I just want to go home
Nine young soldiers lost that night
Though some of us survived
Four were badly wounded
But six of us alive
And in the next day’s papers
Small paragraph’s re-formed
‘ Nine brave soldiers lost their lives,
Next-of-kin informed ! ‘
All our Soldiers
Tom Mcgreevy
entered on 09.01.2010
for the 4th poetry competition
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