Views in verse on the power and the passion

The Universal Soldier

Feel the story of the ages
The spirits living within
A force you sense about you
The heroes, the villains, the kin.
Thundering hooves upon cobble
With weapons drawn to kill...
Dispossessed souls are torn loose
Screaming loud above the din.
So constrained, burdened,
We carry on… afflicted
The call, the brief, the duty
At pains to so endure!

Whatsoever I should lose my way?
Redress me if I stall
But deny me not your access
Enlightenment carries the cure
So armed, we move on
Uncertain if not unsure
While comfort is only a call away
Beyond an imaginary wall.
The stroke inherent in a mother’s touch
The splendour of the dawn
The continuance that we cherish
In the might of a baby’s call.

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Views in Verse on legends of our time

LEGENDS

The appreciation of the spotlight
The acclaim as they'd walk away
No compromise ever shown
In the things that they’d have to say.
The swagger in the walk,
The confidence in their talk;
Such are the legends of our time

Perhaps it’s the allure of their life
That captivates us so
Or the thinking that they’ll live on
Beyond 'the normal' …yes and no
Never seen as one to 'cut and run’,
‘Fact and fiction’ blurred into one;
Such are the legends of our time

No turning up for work each day
With a lunch-box in the hand
No buses, trains, waiting
In endless traffic jams.
Yet, no re-birthing of the star,
But staying ‘exactly’ who you are;
Such are the legends of our time

Perhaps it’s our perception that

They always knew where they wanted to go
No hunger for second…
Just in 'being the best' …so
It’s the will, the myth, the glory,
To add to our ‘own’ life’s story;
Such are the legends of our time

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Views in verse on emotional leadership

Reason

You remind yourself to seek out the truth
Although often accompanied by pain
Acceptance of what is said 'the norm'
Contradictions ringing loud again
Questions raised of what is right
Being met with contrived denial
While the rivers, they fall, to the sea

Our sense of reason is our greatest weapon
Why compromise instead of call
Stepping back instead of interceding
When what we see isn't just at all
Sleep walking when we should stand firm
There are too many lies being told
While the rivers, they run, to the sea

Emotion can be readily drawn on
But reason should determine fate
While proclamation is a given convention
Weapons of neighbour, church or state
Never raising the thought of wrong doing
Moving so meekly along...yet
The rivers, they rush, to the sea.

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Views in verse on family ties

Views in Verse on family

Family Ties

They say ‘the greatest gift of all is family’, often we forget that it’s true; for it’s not only an important thing in life; It's in everything we do.

It’s where our story begins and ends and during: we live, we love, we fight; at times in which we lose our way; a brave candle flickers bright.

An anchor during stormy seas; we grow apart; we share the same roots; when into the world new life arrives, and a new branch softly shoots.

Further, the secret to having it all; is knowing you already have more; not the shaky boat you step onto, but the rope that clings tight to the shore.

Ups and downs that’s for sure; yet the dictum ‘we love you no matter what’ permeates your entire being; it's in everything you’ve got!

For family is family

…love will always be there …just because you see

we, many, much more than one together, we make family!

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Views in Verse on 'a sentimental view'

Passing Visage: an Australian outback town

The usher to this town, a cemetery;

A dark but warm reminder of

Valued lives lived in measured days

When time was not such a willing driver

A community hall that shines like a penny

Shows there’s caring souls hereabouts

A curio shop in mixed shades of pink

To the tourist, as good as a shout

Comes a block-shaped building

With a sunken awning encased in a mottled blue

Seeming maybe, a grain store once

Or a 'hardware', I’d wager too

A general store with a sign saying 'come on in!’

With plastic streamers against the keen flies

A wide veranda with a long wooden seat

Invites you to settle and just rest your eyes

The picture-show is no longer living

Just a well-loved thing of the past

Like the jaffas, smarties and columbines

You'd eat stingily in a bid to make them last

Now looking very much more like a fortress

With its' well boarded up front door and

With 'faded' promo’s of your western heroes

Was it John Wayne, Cooper or Ford?

A railway station awaits your need

Save the track, that is no longer there

A station master's house that serves for photos alone

No staff to be seen anywhere

A water tower is there as a rusting reminder

Of steamers that long used to run

With a bowser nearby surrendering slowly it seems

To too many hours in the sun

A corner-faced weathered building

Shows ‘bank’ above the one door

With a house at the rear that could serve as a home

Per chance a banker might one day come to call

A stoic brick house way back from the road

All but lost to its captor, the grass

A battered 'Tooths' sign on a fence all its own

Relating to other felled buildings past ..?

The last fleeting glance I get as I drive on through

Is of the pub on the south end of town

With a first floor showing an array of rooms

Where tired miners would once have bedded down.

Up a hill and you’re away and gone

A town you’ll not likely see again

Reflecting a past that was once so fine

Rich with laughter and loose-coupled friends

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