My Poems

Oh, the war to end all wars,
War will never end, there will always be wars.
But let me tell you what I have to say,
In hope you'll realize, to save another day.

I was so young, bold, and oblivious to suffering,
I trained, hoped, and believed I could do anything.
Yet as time went by, the gunshots got near,
And I started to taste the first strands of fear.

I cannot see, I cannot hear,
All I feel is mud and fear.
Why god, why put us in hell,
Why cast this dark painful spell?

But I stab, hack and thrust,
I feel a sudden bloodlust.
As I see a body twitch under my blade,
I cannot see the monster I've made.

I shout "Hooray-the war is over!"
I hold up the four-leaf clover.
Yet I feel a strange warm touch,
I suddenly realise I have lost so much.

I have lost many a mate,
I watched them walk to heaven's gate.
So I shall say to those still standing,
War wounds never heal, it's not worth fighting.

A yip, a bark, a meow, a bray
They normally eat, sleep and play
But a few of them outshined the rest
These animals certainly proved to be the best
The cat that prowled through the camp at night
A silent tiger, just smaller and cute
Once a rat is seen it would spring with all its might
Saving the soldiers the food for the fight
The dog was and is full of greatness
They fill everyone up with laughter and happiness
A smart lively dog always arrived joyfully
Ready to fight and serve its duty fully
Donkeys, monkeys, mules and horses
All served well and stood strong with forces
Like Murphy the ambulance donkey
And the jolly mascot monkey
Those who came to fight when there was low tech
These brave animals, lest we forget.

Hear the pitter-patter of their feet,
and the click-clack of their mandibles
On their trails where they look for food and feast,
You will hear the desperation to survive and thrive.

See them cleaning and working,
See them guarding and fighting,
See them helping each other,
Helping like they are friends and brothers.

Feel the fear of getting eaten,
Feel the nervousness of a painful death,
Feel the fear of an incoming war,
Fight for the siblings, fight for the Queen!.

The scent of fresh blood seeping into the earth,
The stench of pain pheromones crying for help
The scent of dirt as strong as stone
A last resort against a brutal execution.

Taste the pheromones in the air,
Each one carries a different story
Taste the victory all around you,
The city has lived to fight another day.

Trees falling, taking in their final breaths,
Homeless animals, all without a house
No one is safe, no where to go,
From the biggest elephant to the tiniest mouse

The tigers had once prowled the once lush forest,
Now it is reduced to a patch of soil
They were captured, killed and skinned for the market,
The tigers had lost everything, their minds are in turmoil

The mighty gorilla, proud and gentle,
He now sits in a steel bar cage
The mighty gorilla, a kind and loyal parent,
Now sits in a zoo, consumed by rage

The giant panda, so cute and fluffy,
Now it is almost a tale from history
The giant Panda, a good therapy animal,
Whether they will thrive, that is a mystery

We need to help those animals,
Stop the cruelty, stop the killing
These animals are crucial for the world,
So stop the cruelty, stop the killing

My father, a good person and a good soul,
He looks after me and keeps me happy.
He tries his best to make my life better,
He shapes me into a good human being

When I am hurt he helps me first,
Then he gives me a whole lot of advice.
He says to learn from my mistakes,
To never do them again and be wise

My father, a good person with a good soul,
He is a good father with a strong soul.
He raised me to be kind and tolerant,
This is the reason I am a good person.

Music, a language cultivated from rhythm and art,
Gives one a journey that strengthens your heart
If one was to play a song,
We get a mindful firework show in our brain

When one starts the journey they first have to cross a rough sea,
On the sea the mind is tossed around by the waves of challenges
Once in the calmer areas they start to hugely understand,
What you got on that rough sea back then

Now the captain knows how to work in a storm,
How to pull down the sails and to take out the sand bags
One also does not simply speak music,
They learn to read and write too

Then the crow’s nest shouts, "land ahoy!!",
The land where everyone can fluently speak
The person then arrives on the island where everyone can look at the music,
And fluently speak and write it

But it's not the island that teaches you,
It's the journey to paradise
Music is a language where people can be creative and fun,
And I am honoured to speak this universal language

My mother, my guardian, my world,
My love for you is an empire in my heart.
It fills me with happiness to see you smile,
Your laugh fills my heart with joy

When I was born you took on a quest,
A quest to teach, to give and to share
You do good so I do good,
You shaped me into the perfect person

My mother, my guide, my blood,
We shape powerful relationships
that turn into unbreakable bonds
My dear mother, you have my whole heart.

Stalking the long paddy grass
Striking terror to farmers
Lies a deadly creature
That none can almost see

A long slender body
With a large terrifying hood
He slinks through the grass
Looking for food

When time comes
For the farmers to harvest
It is the deadly creature
That they worry about

The moon is shining
The owl is hooting
The bats are screeching
Other sounds are joining
It is a scary night for sleeping

Tiny Toad
On a tree
Always eating
Dead flies