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Poetry

Postby Tripz » Thu Feb 07, 2008 11:19 pm

Our shackles now, were broken chains,
Open wide the prison gates.
And so began the break up
of bourgeois tribal nation states.

"The world is ours", the workers cried.
Capitalism, fought dirty, lost and died.
As past went by its funeral bus
The epilogue was read out thus:
'Its candle burnt at both ends bright.
Short its life but what a light.
In its youthful hey day,
Accomplished wonders unsurpassed.
Demented in its death throws.
Nothing's ever born to last.'

As the drums began to roll.
The class it had produced,
Now dug it's burial hole.
Millions danced upon the grave,
Blew up the bus and had a rave.

If History spoke in volumes
We'd still be on page one,
The anarchy was over
A new day had begun.

Life went on come shine and rain
Yet wasn't such a dreadful strain.
Some did sport, Sats and Sundays
Then back to work again on Mondays
Unemployment took a dive
You had to work to stay alive!
Except for the aged and infirm,
Take the needed rest you've earned.

Someone made the bright suggestion:
Religion was a private question.
You could worship whom you pleased
Standing up or on your knees!
(The churches had their assets siezed.)
TRUTH & JUSTICE
"IL FAUT MENTIR POUR ETRE VRAI"
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Re: Poetry

Postby Fikizolo » Fri Feb 08, 2008 4:44 pm

Thanks for posting that Tripz!
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Re: Poetry

Postby Magali » Sat Feb 09, 2008 8:25 pm

Tripz wrote:Our shackles now, were broken chains,
Open wide the prison gates.
And so began the break up
of bourgeois tribal nation states.

"The world is ours", the workers cried.
Capitalism, fought dirty, lost and died.
As past went by its funeral bus
The epilogue was read out thus:
'Its candle burnt at both ends bright.
Short its life but what a light.
In its youthful hey day,
Accomplished wonders unsurpassed.
Demented in its death throws.
Nothing's ever born to last.'

As the drums began to roll.
The class it had produced,
Now dug it's burial hole.
Millions danced upon the grave,
Blew up the bus and had a rave.

If History spoke in volumes
We'd still be on page one,
The anarchy was over
A new day had begun.

Life went on come shine and rain
Yet wasn't such a dreadful strain.
Some did sport, Sats and Sundays
Then back to work again on Mondays
Unemployment took a dive
You had to work to stay alive!
Except for the aged and infirm,
Take the needed rest you've earned.

Someone made the bright suggestion:
Religion was a private question.
You could worship whom you pleased
Standing up or on your knees!
(The churches had their assets siezed.)



Mmmh I :love2: it very much!
Is it from your dear Tripz?
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Re: Poetry

Postby Tripz » Sun Feb 10, 2008 3:01 pm

No! Good ain't it. :)
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Re: Poetry

Postby chimaera » Mon Feb 11, 2008 8:39 am

Another great one. Any idea who wrote it, Tripz?
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Re: Poetry

Postby IRONSIDE » Mon Mar 03, 2008 9:05 am

With the horrors we are now hearing in Jersey...and the silent abuse that goes on in peoples homes,I wrote with this in mind.....the suffering of a child....

YOUR NOT TO TELL
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When I was six,mydad,he died,
I remember well how my mother cried,

When I was seven, my mother, she wed,
On waking,my step father lay in my bed,

I was too young to know of that night,
Though one thing I knew,it just was not right.

It was to be a secret,my dear little Bet,
Open your mouth,I'll take your dog to the vet,

To a place where I would never see her again,
In heaven,with my own father Ben,

Every night,I would silently pray,
Make my new father, go away,

The years went by 'as did the shame,
I'm three months gone and I'm to blame,

Thirteen years old, who can I tell
Of the lonely years,living in hell,

I tried to be brave and told my teacher,
She phoned my mum and tried to reach her,

"How could I tell such dreadful lies"
She knows the truth,I can see in her eyes,

He no longer now, comes to my room
They argue a lot,he'll be going soon,

My mother she says I am under age,
Its not my fault,i swell with rage,

A doctor she say's I must quickly see,
He's been struck off,so it will be a small fee,

My legs in stirrups,the pain it begins,
It looks like he is using very large pins,

I scream and scream,just wanting to die,

My mum in the corner, trying hard not to cry

Take these pills ,they will stop the pain,
In a couple of days you'll be right as rain,

I left with my mother,I almost fell,
Now, there's a good girl, YOUR NOT TO TELL,
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Re: Poetry

Postby chimaera » Mon Mar 03, 2008 1:30 pm

Crikey, Ironside :cry:

Without going into why, I would like you to take a look at the following -
http://www.richardwebster.net/print/xcr ... chhunt.htm
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Re: Poetry

Postby IRONSIDE » Mon Mar 10, 2008 6:49 pm

GOODBYE MARI LUZ


Chocolate eyes,dark and so bright
Will no longer shine,will no longer light

Jet black hair that shone in the sun
Will no longer ripple when you play,or have fun

You loved to dance to a haunting guitar
Mari Luz,we now, know where you are

Deep in the ground,where you don't belong
Your mama,she weeps, your papa's not strong

What will we do ,now you no longer smile
We had so much hope, at least, for awhile

Then came the news,that tore us apart
How can you mend,this old broken heart

Many years may pass,till I see you again
Holding that thought in my heart,until then..
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Re: Poetry

Postby Scribbler » Wed Mar 26, 2008 2:18 pm

Now that one is really, really beautiful, Ironside. :cry:
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