Poems & Short Stories

Poems

Short Stories


    Poems

    Othello

    T’is pitiful,
    Most pitiful indeed.
    To see a man of honour,
    Undone by jealousy and greed.

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    Love’s troubles

    If you would know,
    Why love can trouble us so;
    I’ll tell you why,
    ‘t is cause love does reason defy.

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    The Trenches

    (short-listed in National Poetry Anthology 2006 competition by United Press Ltd, UK)

    We fought, we ate,
    We laughed, we cried,
    We slept and we died,
    Upon, by, with and among,
    Our silent comrades, out fellow dead.

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    World Wars

    I First we showed we could massacre soldiers by the millions.
    II Then for an encore, we proved we could do the same to civilians.

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    Flanders Fields

    In Flanders fields where poppies grow,
    Our fallen comrades lie;
    If ever one should ask you,
    What there did make them die,
    Then know you this and so reply;
    The primal reason for their death,
    Was their father’s lie.

    As Harry once afield at Agincourt,
    They fired our rash and youthful blood;
    So now for courage, honor and adventure,
    Our friends lie dead in Flanders mud.

    Yet on the yearly vigil of this war,
    When we mourn to loss of a million lives;
    Their names are as forgotten as ancient lore,
    Remembered but by the weeping mothers and the widowed wives.

    And while they who stayed at home,
    May hold their manhood cheap;
    We who stood and bravely fought,
    Do weep ourselves to sleep.

    For though our outward scars,
    We proudly bear and show our lined
    Yet are those shallow wounds most perfect healed,
    Compared to those within.

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    Servant of Angels

    When angels walked this earth of ours,
    Those were the days that shaped our lives;
    Henceforth we stand apart from common man,
    As dragons banished to the night.

    Dids’t thou not hear the angels’ song,
    Summon us upon this distant shore;
    That we may guard you now,
    And for ever more.

    Ours is not the world of mortal man;
    Ours are the land, the sea,
    And the stars in the shy;
    Ours is that which shall never die.

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    Would that I knew thy hart

    Standing, waiting;
    Seeming, dreaming;
    Wandering deep,
    Through the forest of my mind.

    Standing, waiting;
    Hoping, praying;
    That you’ll look on me,
    As I on thee.

    Standing, waiting;
    Contemplating;
    Those eyes and lips,
    That face, that hair.

    Standing, waiting;
    Seeking, longing;
    For your gentle touch,
    Upon my skin.

    Standing, waiting;
    Thoughts debating;
    How best to woo,
    What next to do.

    Standing, waiting;
    Anticipating;
    Your sweet kiss,
    My love’s embrace.

    Standing, waiting;
    Brooding, wondering;
    if you feel for me,
    As I for thee.

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    A lover’s plea

    Most charming Cherubin,
    Lend me thy hand that I may hold thee;
    Lend me thy cheek that I may kiss thee;
    Lend me thy ear that I ma woo thee;
    Lend me thy hart that I may love thee;
    But above all do so but free and willingly.

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    Foreign Beauty

    From far away you came to us;
    In our distant land.

    You left behind the things held dear,
    Family, friends and loved ones.

    Braving strange ways and stranger tongues,
    You took your place among us.

    With charming spirit and lovely smile,
    You brighten up our days.

    You found a place among us,
    And a special place within my hart.

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    Time

    Tick, tock, goes father time;
    Tick, tock, don’t let him chime.
    Would that everything were so sublime;
    Alas ‘t is nought but a silly rime.

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    Fools

    Oh what fools are they,
    Who do not know,
    When to stay away.

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    Into the unknown

    By the sun and the moon,
    And the stars in the sky;
    With the wind in our backs,
    And a tear in our eye;
    We sail now forth for distant lands,
    To take our future into our own hands.

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    The unmarked grave

    Not a single man remembers,
    The unmarked soldier’s grave;
    Or him who, for king and country,
    His life and soul there gave.

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    A kiss to show my love

    Do but think that I did kiss you;
    For the truth s I do love you,
    And would kiss you every hour of every day;
    If only to show my love that way.

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    The Scientist

    Let never it be said,
    We did not truly try;
    To find the truth and wisdom,
    To answer the age old questions,
    Of How, Wherefore and Why.

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    The pursuit of knowledge

    Tough we may work in solitude,
    Tasking our minds to pierce through nature’s secrets;
    Yet is it only when we’re nurtured,
    In an environment of loving friendship,
    That our thoughts can truly find,
    The answers that we seek.

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    A fundamental choice

    How shall I woo you?
    Shall I cast a spell upon your eyes,
    That you may see me more handsome than I am?

    Shall I bewitch your ears,
    That you may hear my voice more gentle than it is?

    Shall I cloud your mind,
    That you may think my words more lovely that they are?

    Or shall I lay down my guard,
    And bare my soul for you to see?

    Lay out my very essence and so exposed,
    Revealing all I am and only what I really am?

    Shall I place my happiness into your hands,
    For you to cherish or discard?

    This choice forms the true foundation,
    To the bond that binds us to each other.

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    Living dead

    While at home they read of us,
    And cheer us for our courageous deeds;
    We cower in our trenches,
    And fear to even breathe.

    Huddled in the mud,
    Our minds devoid of though;
    The noise of shells exploding,
    Has deafened all our thinking.

    The gas, the bombs and bullets,
    Long since took our souls;
    Faded is the difference,
    Between the living and the dead.

    Reduced are all among us;
    To the putrid state of rotting.

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    The song of War

    To battle they stride,
    Through dawn and dusk they ride,
    A friend at their side,
    They’re not afraid, they wont hide.

    The enemy at the other side,
    They lift their sword to the sky,
    How many through their hand shall die,
    Nobody stops to reason why.

    To heaven or to hell,
    They prey that it’ll go well,
    No sound nor sight,
    Not the slightest sign of flight.

    Yet they’ll flee from me,
    They’ll flee for eternity,
    For this I say; I say to thee,
    All shall fall, shall fall to me.

    For the rule of war’s tyranny,
    Shall stand for eternity.

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    King Norway

    Before the gates of mighty Ellsinore,
    Stood proud Fortinbras,
    King of Norway.

    With threat of war,
    He called within,
    "surrender to the King".

    On the walls there now appeared,
    A figure slight and slim,
    Who spread his arms, spoke down to him.

    "Though you be king, this place you shall not have,
    for threats and deeds from your past,
    I place this curse upon you".

    "When night does come and darkness falls,
    let demons rise,
    and rid you of your sould."

    At hearing this
    The king but laughed
    And called now for his men.

    As evening came and went,
    The king stood tall,
    Within the fallen castle.

    With mocking tone he called,
    "darkness falls yet demons I see none".

    As he turned his vision to the rooms and halls,
    The king could find but emptiness.

    The darkness settled all around,
    Black forms from hell arose.

    In Shadows clad the figures came,
    Their eyes aflame with hatred.

    Kings and soldiers one and all;
    Slain in Norway’s past.

    Of courage well bestowed,
    Norway stood and called:

    "foul demons stand yea back!
    I bested you before;
    What once was done I’ll do once more."

    Yet the shadows still approached;
    The king now in defence turned to his sword.

    But thick with blood from battles past,
    It would not leave its sheath.

    In even strides with demons pace,
    Proud Fortinbras backed away.

    In strength depleting, cornered and unarmed,
    King Norway yielding to the darkness,
    On his knees now fell.

    Of pride and strength so deprived,
    Lifted his eyes to ask for mercy and forgiveness.

    Neither shadow nor demon would take his plea,
    But as his gaze so lifted it beheld,
    But light and one solitary form.

    In the light of purest day,
    Fair lady Denmark
    Stood and smiled.

    Reached out her hand
    And spoke some gentle words.

    At peace at last, King Forinbras
    Spoke one final time:

    "As I received the thrown
    upon the death of my father,
    so shall my son now receive the throne from me."

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    Them & Us

    We stood upon the precipice,
    And saw the evil man can do.
    Although we stood aloof from it,
    In our hearts we knew;
    They are not so different,
    We could do that to.

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    The Dragon’s choice

    Bereft of mortal friends he stood,
    Upon the Ivory Tower.
    Renowned in all the world,
    For courage, strength and power.

    Down upon his lands he looked,
    As far as the eye could see,
    It all was his controlled by he.

    Yet for all these earthly goods,
    His shoulders sagged,
    His breath did sigh.

    "See there the youthful couple walking by,
    See how she moves to take his hand,
    And what I ask, what friends have I?"

    "Hand in hand they move along
    The caring touch a loving smile,
    Safe in the knowledge of the trust
    That true friendship holds so strong."

    "I look around, what do I see?
    Whom can I trust implicitly,
    But the sharpened steel,
    And the raging dragon's arm."

    "Who am I so to complain?
    I had the choice,
    I made my choice,
    And knew full well it held a price."

    "For success I am not wanting,
    The Jackals beyond the door
    Attest to that."

    The Crimson sky grew dark,
    And beckoned in the night.

    Beyond the door,
    The Jackals vied,
    For scraps and favours
    From the dragon's might.

    Seated on the basalt throne,
    The dragon's arm reached out,
    The hand unfurled,
    A shining sphere appeared.

    Within the sphere,
    Three handsome forms,
    Clad as princes of ancient time.

    "Claudio and Benedict,
    Eternal friendship once we swore,
    Through happiness,
    And through war."

    The Sphere of light,
    Grew dim and fade,
    Of the three,
    But one remained.

    The Sphere of light
    Once more showed bright,
    No lonely prince,
    But a dragon of the night.

    "To the bitter end,
    You both I called my friend.
    In peace now may you lie,
    For your vengeance care took I."

    The Sphere again ,
    With forms did play;
    To show a youthful couple,
    On a sunny day.

    "What is this?
    Why haunt me so?
    Dost thou believe,
    My loss I do not know?"

    The dragon’s hand,
    Forcefully closed;
    So was the sphere,
    Swiftly disposed.

    As darkness settled,
    Heavy on the room;
    The dragon sought the refuge,
    Of illusive sleep.

    Yet once again it would not be,
    With the ease of habit grown by need,
    The dragon spread his wings,
    And laid his hand upon the sharpened steel.

    To the sound of heavy feet he called,
    "Step forward foul demon of the night!"

    From the shadows now revealed,
    Came a figure dark and proud.

    Relaxing in his seat,
    His wings refolded,
    His sword released,
    The dragon snarled.

    "Be gone you shadow from my past,
    You hold no threat to me,
    I long ago defeated thee."

    The demon mockingly replied,
    "My soul from its mortal shell you did release,
    But with it you did slay your victory."

    "So much time has passed,
    And still I find you all alone;
    You took my life,
    But in exchange I rid you of your prize."

    The silvery light of the rising moon,
    Then basked the Ivory Tower's room;
    And so dispatched the demon,
    From the dragon's past.

    Upon the sight
    Of the moon at night,
    The dragon conjured up a vision,
    Of an angel fair.

    "My lady dear do not despair,
    Even if it takes ten thousand years,
    I will find a way the curse to lift,
    And your sweet soul to repair."

    "Though grief has taken you away from me,
    You are and shall always be,
    My Immortally Beloved."

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     Last revised: 12 June 2007