Monday, 25 November 2013

I'm Just A Man Like You?I


A Wee Poem.
I believe It was written by;

Harry Morris.

An ex policeman.

Watch out there's a copper about

I have been where you fear to be,
I have seen what you fear to see,
I have done things what you fear to do,
All these things, I have done for you.

I am the man you lean upon,
The man you cast your scorn upon,
The man you bring your troubles to,
All these men, I have been to you,
The man you ask to stand apart,
The man you feel should have no heart,

The man you call the "man in blue",
But I'm just a man, just like you,
And through the years, I've come to see,
I'm not what you ask of me.

So take these handcuffs and this baton,
Will you take it? Will anyone?
And when you watch a person die,
And hear a battered baby cry,
Then do you think that you can be,
All the things you ask of me?

I'm just a man like you.

Didn't he do well? He's certainly got my vote.


Tuesday, 19 November 2013

A Veteran Died today

Go getem Digger.

This just dropped into my e-mail
No name attached to it
I believe it's worth a read.

What do you think?

He was getting old and paunchy and his hair was falling fast,
He sat around the legion, telling stories of the past.

Of a war he once fought in and the deeds that he had done,
In his exploits with his buddies,they were heroes every one.

'Tho sometimes to his neighbors, his tales became a joke,
his buddies listened quietly for they knew of where he spoke.

But we'll hear his tales no longer, for ole Joe has passed away,
the world's a little poorer for a Veteran died today.

He won't be mourned by many, just his children and his wife.
For he lived an ordinary, quiet sort of life.

He held a job and raised a family, going quietly on his way;
The world won't note his passing, 'tho a veteran died today.

When politicians leave this earth, their bodies lie in state,
While thousands note their passing, proclaiming they were great.

Papers tell of their life stories from the time that they were young,
But the passing of a Veteran goes unnoticed and unsung.

Is the greatest contribution to the welfare of our land.
Someone who breaks his promises deceiving his fellow man?

Or the ordinary fellow who in times of war and strife,
Goes off to serve his country and offers up his life?

The politician's stipend and the style in which he lives,
are often disproportionate,to the service that he gives.

While the ordinary Veteran, who offered up his all,
Is paid off  with a medal and perhaps a pension, small?

Is it not the politicians with their compromise and ploys,
Who won for us the freedom our country now enjoys.

Should you find yourself in danger,with your enemies at hand,
Would you really want some-cop out, with his ever-waffling hand?

Or would you want a Veteran, his home his country, his kin
Just a common Veteran, who will fight until the end.

He was just a common Veteran and his ranks are growing thin,
But his presence should remind us, we may need for men like him.

For when counties are in conflict, we find the Veterans part,
Is to clean up all the troubles  that the politicians start.

If we cannot do him honour while he's here to hear the praise,
Then at least lets give him homage at the ending of his days.

Perhaps just a simple headline, in the paper that might say.

"Our Country is in morning a Veteran died today"

This of course could speak to every country in the world.
I don't know where it's from or who wrote it?
I would bet my last cheese and pickle sandwich it was written in Australia, but I don't really know, just let me say;
I am proud of our Veterans each and every one, in all countries of the world.

Well Digger! let  me say, you're a veteran! what more is there to say.

"With the going down of the sun we will remember you" Digger.

Did't they do well?


Friday, 15 November 2013

When John Awoke

This piece is written by:

Clive Sanders.

A British soldier.

John Woke Up Cozy.

John woke up so cozy, in his comfortable bed.
He smiled as he nodded, when his loving wife said,
"Would you like some toast with a nice cup of tea?
Then keep yourself warm I'm not leaving 'til three."
John pulled up the duvet, and heard his young son,
Tell his wife that he needed, a clean shirt to put on.
John thought that he'd better, get up and help Peg,
So he reached out with his arm, for his prosthetic leg.

It was always an effort, that filled him with dread,
To secure his prosthetic, if a blister had bled.
He thought as he struggled, to pull his leg free,
" This would be so much easier, if only I could see."
For John had been wounded, by a Taliban gun,
His memory was blind, of that day in the sun,
When a shell landed close, to a black powder keg,
And he had been blinded and lost his right leg.

John did have some days, when the thought filled his head,
That his life was worth nothing; he'd be better off dead.
He would plan how to pay, that most terrible fee,
To end all the suffering, of his whole family.
But he always comes back, to the fact number one.
That his loved one's would suffer, if the foul deed were done.
Then he'd always cheer up, when his son home arrived,
And John smiled as he thought, I'm so glad I'm alive.
Clive Sanders.
This brings back a memory of a Medy-vac Chopper Pilot,
I recovered one night in Vietnam, similar wounds! unfortunately he didn't  make it. His call sign was "Wolfman" from Texas.

So I remember you: " Wolfman" you saved many lives with that chopper and I'm sure they all remember you.
Your memory lives on.


Thursday, 14 November 2013

A letter From you.

you wrote me a Letter.

I wish I had not received the letter you wrote,
For it saddened me and my spirit it broke.
Sending me to that gloomy melancholy place.

I was under your spell,
When you told me on that fateful day, you just told me to "go away", you  said "you no longer loved me any more."

That stake you drove into me, took many years to set me free,
I ran away, to where the lonely go! drifting and waiting, for the pain to go away.
It never did! don't you see?

So please? don't write any more letters to me.

I feel your hurt and all your pain,
But please? I cannot let my mind go to that place again.

When I read your words you wrote again,
My mind conjures up sad images, deep within your pain.

But I have to hold on to my sanity,
or I will sink into the gloom and that is something,
I truly do not want to do.

This is such a sad letter ? I have no words to make it better.
But I would say this to you.

Don't sit there and be sad!
just pick up your bag and walk or run, take a bus or train, ride a bike it's all the same.

You must escape from your sadness,
leave it far behind, and go to that happy place, deep within your own mind.

When you find that happy place!
call me and let me know? that you are free and no longer have a need of me,
Then I will also be set free.

Your sad letter I will burn this very day, so the sadness,
will be destroyed and not get away .

Yes that's what I think I will do,
when I become lonely and sad, just like you.
So please Princess set me free ?

Write no more letters to me.


Tuesday, 12 November 2013

Look? 10,000 years into the future of our planet

10,000 years from today.

A space ship is approaching our planet full of aliens who have been travelling for a 100 years or more, in our time, from their Galaxy to ours.

They are explores and greatly admire the beauty of our blue planet.

Well it used to be ours? before we blew it all away.

As they get nearer they scan our planet for intelligent life?
but I'm sorry to say? they will only get readings of an unbelievable variety of plant and animal life,
Time has reborn our planet, back to the days we first crawled out of the water and developed into mankind.
A new start for Planet Earth. But not us?

Their scans will not cross the thousands of years since we passed away into time.
They will not show them how we destroyed ourselves with no trust, only greed and a refusal to share improvements and the wealth of the world.
Selling weapons of destruction that eventually! we used against each other causing our own demise from the very surface of our own planet Earth.
It's a shame I know,
But no scans will ever show,
Any trace of a living mankind.

Otherwise we would also? well possible?  be exploring the galaxies.
There is every possibility? that we would be on a technically level with these travellers? even be on a friendly basis with them and other members of the Galaxies.

But no!  there is no sign of us? or our society, all our buildings, books, all overgrown and gone crumbled away in time, a couple of thousand years ago.
There will be no record of the horrors we inflicted on each other during our final days.

The travellers may find some signs of our society and I'm sure it will be a mystery to them? as it is to me? as to what happened to us, on such a beautiful and bountiful planet? We were just so Crazy.

A greedy stupid society destroyed by a self inflicted wound, our inability to look far into our planets future, before making most of the decisions that caused our end.

Our Arts, Our Loves, Our music, books! our technical advances, medicine? and all our memories!  all gone.

If these visitors walk on this new planet.
They may hear a faint, ghostly, requiem, pass them bye.
A lonely piano composition of an old timeless Irish tune.
"Oh Danny Boy" A harmonic connection within us,
A sad memory ? refusing to leave and pass on into eternity.

I'm sure they will not understand.

Mankind has gone? he ceases to be, he couldn't see his own tragedy.

I was going to call this blog "Look? 10.000 years into our future"
But as you can see, there is no future for you and me.

It may be a strange thing to say, but do you think we may have done this before? and learned nothing!

Agman. year: 4514.

Friday, 1 November 2013

There's a Fire Coming ?

This is a story of one day in the cockpit with a fire-bombing pilot.
So sit and buckle up, this could be the ride of your life!

Place: Natal South Africa.

Aircraft: Turbo thrush PT6

I have just got airborne from my strip in Natal, and I'm on my way to a fire just 50 Kilometres north.
As I call "Agmans airborne" the spotter plane calls me with a heading, enabling me to fly straight to the strip,
I'm climbing over thousands of hectares of Forrest, home of the Leopard and his prey the Dik Dik.
About 15 minutes out now and the fire doesn't look too bad, not much smoke!
Not a completely true indication, when the wind gets up it could be an other story laced in horror.

It's time for me to tighten up my body harness and clip on my bone dome strap, saves me getting tossed about in the turbulence of the fire, too much that is?