Saturday, September 30, 2006

Gemma Millar

Hidden Scars

This is life,
You have to play this game,
You don’t have a choice anyway,
Your life, your part - has no mercy,
It doesn’t matter who you are, or what you do,
Life will find you.
Do your best, act your nicest, be at your brightest.
Go home everyday, and pray to the lord that it’s enough.
Hide the pain, no one really wants to know about it, or really know you.
Hold it all inside, put a smile back on that face.
Take off those rose coloured glasses, and stare it all in the face.
Play the game that is life, play along with your friends.
Pretend until it feels real.
Perhaps the pain shall subside if it is ignored.
Perhaps you will be the ignored if you don’t keep the pain appropriately hidden.
Do not break the barrier.
Others will tell you the pain is comfortable, as long as nothing has to change.
Especially themselves.

Choose your path; be a silent warrior, or the hero that stood against the rest.


Gemma Millar © 27.07.2006

Sunday, September 24, 2006

Bernard V Kyle

CALLING ''TIME OUT''

by

Bernard V Kyle
[c] 2006


Things are reflective and hence the invective,
With the bad mouthing & plenty of smut,
The great innuendo needs diminuendo,
In response to the peoples ''TUTT TUTT !!'

For the Country is in need of attention,
And we don't need any one finger wave,
But the whole of the mob should get on with the job,
And the Beehive should learn to Behave.

Saturday, September 23, 2006

Nicholas Alexander

On Line

The bits are flying into the furnace
The bright sparks float in the air
And briefly incandescent
Before they depart the desk top world
and hide on the hard disk until December

The phone line is free
The computer is being fed without it
and the lines on his face are becoming
less pronounced
each minute a megabyte
flys past

The world that was once out there
is now in here. Safe and registered.
Locked behind walls of flame.

Tuesday, September 19, 2006

Nicholas Alexander

Heritage Buildings

Solid foot stamped hard into rock
walls will not fall as braced by bolts
tightened by twisted steel rope
jack hammer fenced in force
bricks placed with surgical precision
masonry honed stone permanance
four columns is all
the ancient bankers saved
the facade of the old house
stood able to be built upon
history may be important
but these cardboard offices can be easily replaced with
modernity, glass walls that accountants can fall through
reflections that, when you walk past, move with you
and make the transparent towers appear to lurch
upward

Friday, September 15, 2006

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Wednesday, September 13, 2006

Dr Charles Frederickson

Casino

No clocks shades of addiction
Drawn day indistinguishable from night
Rotating mirrored ball twinkling stars
Crystal sconce fixtures teardrop prisms

The setting sun flipped like
Tossed coin suspended in midair
Calling heads landing tails clinked
Into Lady Luck slut machine

Winsome charmer on the prowl
Fixated on evening score for
Last time’s losses re-vowing commitment
To never again in vain

Spinning roulette wheel beyond control
Snake eyes crapshoot no dice
Ace of hearts in hole
One-eyed jack about-face drawing card

Deep pockets turned inside out
Embossed last chance silk linings
Bloodshot eyes saggy hangover lids
Yawning one for the road

Time to call it quits
Pick up chips can’t afford
To still have plastic justifications
Credit limit not yet spent

Saturday, September 09, 2006

Bernard Vance Kyle

Infamy Revisited

By
Bernard Vance Kyle
Copyright, 2002


Some tales will Thrill & some will chill,
With Schemes of Daring Do,
And some can Sicken to the Heart,
The likes of me and you.

And Fiction palls in Earthly Halls,
When Truth with Courage stands,
And Heroes rise with smoke dimmed Eyes,
To help with eager Hands.

For Infamy did rise again,
When Planes with massive Powers,
Pierced the Sky to let all Die,
And Collapse the Great Twin Towers.

So Forget ye not, this Heinous Plot,
Come Raise a prayer to Heaven,
For History will mark that Day,
That Day of Nine eleven...