Picture of War© (Poem – Racławice Panorama)

Who we were – was swapped that day, as each became a number,

Ordered and drilled into lines, we gathered in sonorous slumber.

Opening gate was easy, walking through just a blur

Not prepared for what awaited me, anticipation jolted nerves.

 

Then and there it struck me, stretched out on canvassed wall

Film from long forgotten days – recording our unsavoury traverse.

Stood aghast I marvelled, confronted by picture of war

Nature of human sacrifice, described only in rancid curse.

 

He was there to greet me, stood proud with fixed bayonet

Blood leaked from his temple, towards me, he appeared to stretch

He coldly glared with gritted teeth, expectant of my move

I froze a chill and stared at him, determined to disapprove.

I called him Killer – Murderer.  Accused, he remained unmoved,

Evidence scattered all around him, yet, his rifle remained unused.

 

Thatched log cabin had seen better days, and this was to be its worst.

A red dress wept behind it, hit hard by reaper’s curse;

Onlookers marched carrying grim scythes, kin prayed for all their worth

Captain pointed the way to all, leading bravely – no fear of first.

 

Dust clouds rose hiding the scramble, as regiments met to clash,

Muzzles raised and set to fire, cannons too close to blast.

 

Crooked was the body, which rested in the dirt

As his friend stood beside him, wrestling to stop more hurt.

Other bodies were lay strewn, empty of their souls

Enviously staring up at me: uninjured, unharmed and whole.

 

Sweeping hills encircled, tranquillity trapping all,

Horses race along the track, while riflemen bet they’ll fall.

Echelons waiting in the wings, skirmishes on the side,

An unconventional duck shoot: hit target from its ride.

 

Generals stood on vantage points, seemingly beckoning me to report

As quickly as I checked in, they’d already turned to observe

Cavalry flanking left and right, riflemen in medley

Pikes and staffs could not hold charge, still the peasants did their piece.

 

Dizzy from experience; dwarfed by colossal size,

Fatigue and hunger panged at me, I joined a ragged line

Heading for the exit, a steep, spiral decline.

 

As I left the building, forever a changed man.

In my mind, a concept swelled, then began to dwell.

Had I been to war that day? No scars on me to prove

And though it’s true, I felt something, emotions are a tool

Manipulated by silver screen, eyes and ears will read a story

Mind tells body what it thinks, which then suffers pain or glory.

 

But no one fell by my hand, yet each tarred with the same brush

Thus at night, when head hit pillow, it’s the only thing I’d hurt.

I’ve seen and been, and done nothing, except dance among my thoughts

And when accusing eyes greet me, I hope first they think and pause:

 

Should I consider this experience true, or meaningless insignificance?

Should bigoted minds cast aspersions, or be denied in due course?

Should I be guilty of the crimes, painted rivers run to hide?

Should I have won or lost that day, when I stood on neither side?

Am I the hero on the hill, or cowering under cross?

Am I forever to be tainted, with artist’s condemning brush?

 

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Love in the music – Duet© (Poem)

Said Cello to Piano, you have all the right keys and notes

And you play in such a way I do adore;

Said Piano to the Cello, you’re a mighty well strung fellow

Have you not rested here beside me once before?

Dear Piano you are Grand, back then I couldn’t stand

I was merely a Violin when you last saw!

 

You’re so deep Cello,

You’ve the scale Piano

Do you think we might duet?

 

If we start Cello,

Never break your bow

And you must play until the end;

Never solo our sonata

Don’t flatten what is sharper

Else chorus I’ll apprehend.

 

Porticello, portamento

Sentimento, you and me two

We shall play, au naturel.

Other instruments uptempo

I won’t chase them with crescendo

To encore we’ll be compelled

 

Cello dear, before you hear

Poco amore in our score

I must suggest this little request,

I shall not quaver to begin

Nor let you pinch at your own strings

Until you buy me a Treble Clef.

 

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People have faces; CV’s say anything! (Poem with a slight riff!)©

It’s just not good enough

You’re not good enough

Never gonna be enough

 

I ran a race, I came first,

Smiled and turned, saw second and third

Then the rest, struggle in this test

Behind the best, I self confess,

I came first; and then they said

 

It’s just not good enough

You’re not good enough

Never gonna be enough

 

I sat exams, saw sweat on palms,

Completed mine, results just fine,

Some complained, others refrained

They knew the truth and weren’t uncouth

I got more than before, and then they said

 

It’s just not good enough

You’re not good enough

Never gonna be enough

 

I went to work, experience, learnt,

Puzzles unravelled, business travel,

Wiped sweat from brow, when others frowned,

Deadlines met, when others left,

But there’s always someone…

 

It’s just not good enough

You’re not good enough

Never gonna be enough

 

Now careers change, nobody’s to blame

Qualified under and over, experience lower

But higher than those, who manage the roles

Headaches begin, when job searching

Nothing makes sense, and everything says

 

It’s just not good enough

You’re not good enough

Never gonna be enough

 

When did paper decide, how to define

A human soul, that’s worth more than gold,

I have to say, it’s not too late

To change this world, change our roles

But hearing this lonely voice they say

 

It’s just not good enough

You’re not good enough

Never gonna be enough

 

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Sheltered under wing©

Caged bird, upon my arm

broken wings, restricted fight,

unintelligible mutterings,

hidden sorrow, flustered fluttering,

Trapped inside with one you love

But freedom the elusive goal.

 

Peck at that cage that keeps you safe

Flap feathers in your keepers face

What will you do when you are free?

Hunt for another to feed thee?

Will you be so demanding

After feeling what you’re losing?

 

It isn’t right to hide a life

Nor tis it to squander and take flight;

With nowhere else to call your home

What mighty light shines way to go?

 

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Married to the Dog ©

It’s not how I imagined:

Being married to a dog,

Faithfulness unquestionable

Until we’re at the pub.

 

My Mother was the first to warn

That instinct controls the heart.

I really should have listened,

But, once together, hard to part.

 

It’s true you never take me out

And we dine in front of TV

I guess it’s better than being alone

Nobody to comfort me.

 

And though I do enjoy our walks

You never have much to say,

Sometimes I feel like your keeper

A distraction from your play.

 

And it’s true, that while I’m at work,

What you do, I never know;

I suppose I should be grateful that –

On return – you don’t want me to go.

 

And I know that our happiest times

Are when you and I have food;

We’re still better off than my best friend

Whose husband she calls a fool!

 

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