Poetry Series Publication Date:2015 Publisher:Poemhunter.com - The World's Poetry ArchivePAUL WARREN(09/11/1956) 42 years veteran with the South Australia Police.Grew up in Adelaide in thewestern suburbs.Like poetry particularly Australian with Banjo Patterson andHenry Lawson in particular.Like to tell a story with writing of poems and to drawthem from my own experiences mainly.Currently serving in Road SafetyEducation mainly educating young South Australians in using our roads safely. I want to tell the stories from my years of policing. Pedophiles, murderers andfamily violence must be told to support those in need and who are campaigningagainst it.1 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry ArchiveAustralia - A Country Road On a country road by the shade of a gum treeWe stop and look about the scene so to seeThe breeze makes the gum leaves glisten in the sunIt's paradise to live in when your life is as oneWith natures call for the planet for us allThere is no hustle and bustle of a city at call As I sit on the fallen tree's logAnd watch the trickling stream it's no slogHow could you leave the warm summer breezeIn the shade of a gum tree ona ground that does pleaseWhen your mind wanders at work timeIt goes back to that country road so sublime. Paul Warren Poetry PAUL WARREN2 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry ArchiveAustralia - The Great Nothing Drive north of Port Augusta down Pimba wayYou reach the Great Nothing you know straight awayThe Stuart Highway is straight as a dieAs it reached to the horizon and up to the skyMillions of years ago it was the Artic SeaWith aquatic dinosaurs and as cold as can be It was winter and so there was no angry sunWhere the plain stretched forever with no hills to be wonIt was as flat as it could be and on the horizon farYou could see the curvature of the earth from afarEvery so often a Road Train passed byWith a prime mover and three trailers on the fly We stopped for a rest and saw a wedge tail eaglePerched on a stunted tree keeping watch quiet regalThey say that they watch you as close as they canAs they are hunters needing eye sight quite grandThen it rose up and took to the wingWith a two metre wing span a magnificent thing So we moved on and went to the Coober Pedy townAnd saw that the townspeople lived undergroundThey mined the fire in the stone opal oreAnd provided supplies from the main supermarket storeWe stayed in an underground motelAnd slept the night soundly and well The next day we moved on through the great OutbackSeeing nothing but rocks and scrub as a factStopping and seeing wild zebra finches to drinkAt a road side stop whilst we had a rest and a thinkThen to the Breakaways an eerie placeWith the Dingo Fence stretching for miles to face We continued on and to Ernabella townAnd met the local police who came downWe spoke to the local school class3 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry ArchiveAbout road safety and keeping the safety brassWe watched a football carnival gameAnd handed out prizes for footballers fame I spoke to one of the local coppers over a billy teaWho told me when patrolling the outback youd seeWild donkeys who the local aborigines wouldnt huntAs the donkeys carried Mary into the Bethlehem frontIt was the same with the wild camels living aroundBecause they carried the wise men over Holy ground He told me when camping on long range patrol timeTo keep you clean with no dirty uniform grimeWalk around in your jocks with the campfire its fineDoing all the chores you have a mindThe only thing is to have your uniform handyTo put it straight on for visitors just dandy! That night he cooked for us roast kangaroo tailAnd it was great with a taste that did not failSo we packed up and left them next dayAfter having a great three day stayBack to Adelaide across the Great Nothing againWith some experiences for us to comprehend Paul Warren Poetry PAUL WARREN4 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry ArchiveBrave Women 1 Gill Hicks Gill Hicks was a South Australian living her life in London townAs a Publishing Director of a culture magazine Blueprint roundOn 7 July 2005 her life changed in a subway tunnel explosionWhen Muslim terrorists detonated a bomb in great subversionShe was cruelly maimed it seemed at once that her life was endedTo Hospital only as One Unknown her identity not comprehended She fought so hard and survived the day but her legs were lostAnd was left to piece together her life with this great costA brave woman has rose to battle for right against the wrongAn MBE and South Australian of the year she proudly sings her songWorking hard for others she labours for charities sakeAnd knows that she has beaten evil in the life she does make. Hail a brave Australian who we are all proud of! Paul Warren Poetry PAUL WARREN5 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry ArchiveBrave Women 2 - Rosie Batty What makes pure evil I wonder aboutFor a father to kill a son in a shocking boutTo live through the violence of a domestic kindIs pure hell and hard for the right for you to findWhat did he think on that terrible dayTo go to cricket and bash his son's life away What terrible news to give to a loving mother oneTo take from her her most precious loving only sonAlthough he then took his own faded lifeHow could you look to forgive him for this unending strife?So she picked up the pieces of a shattered dreamAnd told the world about it and what it did mean She campaigns now for those who haven't a voiceWho have stayed in abusive relationships with lesser choiceThan to stay there and take it from evil peopleAnd show the world what should be our mettleAs Australian of the year she strongly stands proudAnd say what needs to be said to all out loud Australia stands for all people not to live in fearAnd have domestic violence from now on disappear! Paul Warren Poetry PAUL WARREN6 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry ArchiveBrave Women 3 Vivian Bullwinkel In 1941 a Kapunda nurse decided to join the Australian Army at WarShe wanted to show the Anzac Spirit as it had been done beforeShe was posted in the Malay Peninsula as the Imperial Japanese landedAs they swept down the country on Singapore they were strandedIn February 1942 the last group of nurses were evacuatedOn the SS Vyner Brooke out to sea the Japanese had waited They attacked from the sun and the ship went downAnd Vivian drifted for hours on the Banka Strait aroundUntil she landed on Banka Island beach in the morningFinding the other nurses then the Japanese came without a warningThey made them wade into the sea and machine gunned themWith no mercy shown the nurses whom themselves could not defend Vivian was badly wounded and amongst the others feigned deathWhen the Japanese went she waded into the shore the last one leftWith another wounded British soldier they hid from the JapaneseFearing that if the Japanese knew they had survived it would not pleaseThe British soldier died and she surrendered keeping the secret in safety madeSo three years a prisoner before the war ended surviving this evil grade In the end of war crimes trials she told the evil storyThat did not cover those Japanese soldiers in any gloryAfter her heroic times she continued her nursing careerIn the military and civilian life with an OA and MBE no fearHer life was filled with philanthropy a great lady it is givenPassing on in 2000 a great Australian in her way of living! Paul Warren Poetry PAUL WARREN7 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry ArchiveChildhood - Disneyland Do you remember on Sunday night?The weekend was over but that was alrightBathed and into clean pyjamas we all satIn front of the TV sitting together on the matIt didnt matter that it was black and whiteTo see Disneyland and its stories was just right! Davy Crockett, Donald Duck and Mickey MouseTo us they were all adventures and really grouseIt was for just an hour but you would never missTo have a racoon skin cap with a tail would be blissMy memories of childhood that are so sweet nowThe 60s forever step up and take your bow! Paul Warren Poetry PAUL WARREN8 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry ArchiveCorruption - The Code Of The West He rode into town that dayCame to join in the cowboy wayHe carried a gun and wanted to beFast on the draw and tough to see The Code of the WestFor us cowboys is the bestDont let your mates downCause we are the sheriffs of this town The other deputies in the territoryHad been around and knew the storyDont cross us or youll go downTake you lick and stand our ground The Code of the WestFor us deputies is the bestDont let your mates downCause we are the sheriffs of this town One night the deputies caught them deadThey robbed a bank and out of town they treadThe deputies recovered the money downBut took their cut and rode back into town The Code of the WestFor us deputies is the bestDont let your mates downCause we are the sheriffs of this town Later on for a favour given an older deputyGave his protection outside his dutyTo beat the law for a gambler friendThis was hard for the Governor to comprehend The Code of the WestFor us deputies is the bestDont let your mates downCause we are the sheriffs of this town9 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive The Governor came to clean up the messHe told them they should not guessTo tell the truth about it allThere is no need to make a judgement call The Code of the WestFor us deputies is the bestDont let your mates downCause we are the sheriffs of this town The Governor said the oath for this office madeIs greater than your marriage gradeBut still not one of the deputies spokeThe Code of the West would not be broke The Code of the WestFor us deputies is the bestDont let your mates downCause we are the sheriffs of this town But the town had enoughOf the deputies and their ugly stuffThey told the Governor it had to stopTo clean the mess had been a flop The Code of the WestFor us deputies is the bestDont let your mates downCause we are the sheriffs of this town The town told the Governor of the gamblerWho had settled and now was not a ramblerAttracting this sort into the townMeant the town's folk didnt want them round The Code of the WestFor us deputies is the bestDont let your mates downCause we are the sheriffs of this town So the Governor decided to fix this up10 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry ArchiveAnd not let the older deputy continue to supOn providing protection in his gameHe was charged and became one of ill fame The Code of the WestFor us deputies is the bestDont let your mates downCause we are the sheriffs of this town The deputy lost his badge and went to jailThe evidence of the towns folk did not failThe other deputies were left to ponderAnd the price of ill-gotten gains to launder The Code of the WestFor us deputies is the bestDont let your mates downCause we are the sheriffs of this town The young deputy was left alone to thinkAnd not from his duty forever to shrinkYou see when a deputys power is under reviewDoes this power corrupt is something over to chew. The Code of the WestFor us deputies is the bestDont let your mates downCause we are the sheriffs of this town Paul Warren Poetry PAUL WARREN11 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry ArchiveDeath - Counting The Cost We spoke together quietly one afternoon of his son now lostI came to realise as he spoke of his struggling with its costHis son was young and just starting with his own lifes journeyWhat happened made him question if as a father he was worthyHis son was one night partying making mistakes which cost his lifeDrinking, madly driving and not wearing a belt was his list of strifeLost control of the car rolled over onto to him halfway out of the doorHis life was squashed from him and his story became no more. As we spoke together I could see the strain in his half-closed eyesAt his quiet times now the thoughts of his only son back to him fliesIf hed worn the belt, not drunk or driven would it have ended in that way?His son would be with him together and for the future he would stayIt had been a year past since it happened and his mind became at easeUntil his sons birthday dawned and his thoughts then turned for him to grieveHow do I tell the world about it who havent listened to his saddened taleThe need to drive safely together and not experience a tale so grave! Paul Warren Poetry PAUL WARREN12 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry ArchiveDeath - Did You Hear The News? Did you hear the news?As everyone gave their viewsDo you know what happened?It was his son who used the weaponStabbed him in the chest and backThen he ran off into the black There was silence thenWhile we all tried to comprehendWhy a son would do this to his own fatherI am sure that given a choice now hed ratherNot have done such a violent actAnd we would have been spared this fact So what happens now?The seeds of the tragedy he did ploughHave us all wondering how well copeWhen all is lost without any hopeOf making proper sense of thisIn the loss of Phil Walsh whom well miss Paul Warren Poetry PAUL WARREN13 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry ArchiveDeath - Jacobs Ladder They say just before you dieYou have a chance through your life to flyTo re-visit the main events that matteredThat are presented through your life so scattered To remember the first friend you madeOr when you first gained a sporting gradeWhen you met your first true loveOr the first job which fitted like a glove As you climb on each rung of Jacobs ladderYou shouldnt find that you get sadderIt is your stair case to a heaven sentAnd know that your final reward is meant Paul Warren Poetry PAUL WARREN14 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry ArchiveDeath - Shed A Tear One cold dark lonely night in the days early hourWe went to Strathmont Centre for Coronial powerOne of residents therehad passed onGone in his sleep he hadnt suffered longWe did all the things required by the lawThe resident nurse could have done no more When it was at an end and we loaded the vanThe nurse shed a tear for that handicapped manYou see to others his life was not worth such a lotHe had Downs Syndrome and simply living lifes plotBut sometimes it seems to me that what counts in the endTo see grief in your passing from one who is counted as a friend Paul Warren Poetry PAUL WARREN15 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry ArchiveDeath - Tears Are Not Enough A man demanding white supremacy stands with a gunChurch goers cower as bullets speak their evil doneA grand-mother, coach and preacher breathe their lastTears are not enough surely the day of the gun has pastTime to honour the dead again as their President callsHow many times should this happen in freedoms halls? Paul Warren Poetry PAUL WARREN16 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry ArchiveDeath - The Last Call An icy road is such a long drive homeThe car is warm its been so far to roamMy baby is here who is the love of my lifeI lose control and the car slides in strifeOff the bridge and into the water is bleakUpside down and my daughter so meekWhy dont they come the danger so realThe water is so cold my body I cant feelHelp me Im in here save us loudly I yellMy daughter from the waters swift swellThey pull her out and she lives after allThe puzzle is how in my death I did call? Paul Warren Poetry PAUL WARREN17 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry ArchiveDeath Of A Friend - Allan Straight, true and always keen of eyeYou would notice him as he walked byBest at football, cricket and the tennis gameWe grew up together and he had local famePlaying football he received a knock in the headThis meant X-rays and so to the hospital he tread On checking the X-rays there was a worrying signAbnormalities that showed he wasnt at all fineHis diagnosis was grave for Hodgkins diseaseThis news for the family didnt put them at easeWhat this meant for him was chemo and radiationBut when this was over there was no resulting elation I remember when he died at 18 far too youngTo the funeral thinking of old times that were funHow can you feel when death stares at you firstYou look around and feel your heart will just burstWhen death meets one so young it is hard to reconcileIts been forty years since that day and it still is so vile. Paul Warren Poetry PAUL WARREN18 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry ArchiveDeath Pondered We went into the Hospital that nightI heard a woman screaming in frightYou see she didnt want to dieShe was so scared and couldnt see whyYou see some arent given the choiceTo go quietly in their bed without voice A motorcyclist switched bikes with a mateTesting each other and for him his FateWere not kind and he skidded along at speedUntil contacting a telegraph pole to bleedHis last words to the world was all screamAnd this happening was a nightmare so extreme I dont know if the grim reaper prowls aroundWielding a sickle taking souls as they are foundSometimes it seems hard to find a reason for itIt must be all in Gods plan as the only real fitI hope that in the end when it comes to my timeThat to pass on then will be perceived as no crime Paul Warren Poetry PAUL WARREN19 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry ArchiveEarth - The Clear Blue Sky Last night the sky flashed lightning brightThe thunder and the rain lashed the nightThe wind howled and rattled the glassIt was not a night to be out at last The breaking dawn and the suns warmth grewThe clouds were gone the sky is azure blueA fresh breeze blows and the air is clearOn gods green earth it is renewed no fear. Paul Warren Poetry PAUL WARREN20 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry ArchiveFame Clive James once decided to rate the 20th Century in a wayRating who was the most famous person in that century to sayAfter going through each decade and looking at what they didPeople such as Pele, Picasso and Charlie Chaplin were on the gridThen JFK, Louis Armstrong and Elizabeth Taylor were out for mappingOthers such as Mohammed Ali, the Beatles and D H Lawrence not nappingThen the infamous such as Mussolini and Hitler were touted as thereAnd people such as Elvis, Lady Di and John Lennon we did careWhen it came down to who we remember and the most famous of allIt was the evil dictator Adolph Hitler who got historys callI have thought of it since and pondered what history remembers mostAre those who murder and drive hate are etched in their boastIf Fame needs to be measured by the impression you leaveIts the number of people affected by you and their time left to grieve. Paul Warren Poetry PAUL WARREN21 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry ArchiveFame - Speeches What makes something said in an oratory wayThat which is remembered and is quoted to stayWas it Lincolns Gettysburg Address after that battle?When touting that liberty and justice for all was the rattleOr was in Churchills fighting on the beaches and landing groundGave the British a stiffer back to fight a world war so profoundDo we remember JFKs Ich bin ein Berliner at the wall madeOr Martin Luther Kings I have a dream that will not fadeAnd we remember Kevin Rudds apology to the stolen generationHave all these speeches built for us all a greater nation?When we remember those words spoken so wellWill linger in our minds and our hearts will proudly swell. Paul Warren Poetry PAUL WARREN22 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry ArchiveFamily - Daughters Are Smarter Than Fathers In the end I have realized it is so trueAfter my conclusion from this I drewWhen it is measuring your brain-powerDaughters beat fathers at what-ever the hour When wanting me to make up my mindThe right words its easy for her to findShe has studied me so closely to relateTo get what she wants without further debate. Paul Warren Poetry PAUL WARREN23 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry ArchiveFamily - The Visitor He was a blacksmith well below her expectationHer family cast their critical eye in low anticipationShe played a sweet violin when his father met herIn secret they decided on a life as one togetherThe Depression hit hard and his smithy was lostDrinking heavy with his family last was the costOut of the house some nights when it was badHuddled on a park bench was all that they had. You will find in the end the love you giveMeans those who pass will always liveIn your heart and close by your sideWhen theyre needed to turn the tide. By now the family had two brothers and a sisterThe Depression ensured times were quite sinisterThe family plan was to weather the hardest timeHis father packed up and to the country was fineAn uncles fruit block to put them into the grooveThis change for the boy was for him a bold moveThe sons fished out their fathers stocked scrapeNext a car one steering one the accelerator and brake. You will find in the end the love you giveMeans those who pass will always liveIn your heart and close by your sideWhen theyre needed to turn the tide. His mother stayed with her man and the drinking boutsA staunch Christian she was and there were no outsThe years rolled along and they all became olderThe sons helped their mother and both became bolderThe father settled some and found work on the wharfAs the time went along it seemed to be a better courseThen she was with child in danger to go to full termHer doctors advice to terminate was his concern. You will find in the end the love you giveMeans those who pass will always live24 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry ArchiveIn your heart and close by your sideWhen theyre needed to turn the tide. A true Christian wouldnt end it and her decision was finalWhen the child was born the family was left with denialShe passed and a close aunt found him ironing in tearsWhat now to do with the children was a decision with fearsHis sister to one aunt, the baby brother to anotherThe boy was left with his father as to take him a botherUntil one day his fathers brother could stand it no moreHe took him home to leave him there with his father a flaw. You will find in the end the love you giveMeans those who pass will always liveIn your heart and close by your sideWhen theyre needed to turn the tide. His future was uncertain an early end to his schoolLoading wool at the warehouses was the ruleA love of wood working was the next twistHis skills learnt working with his Uncle on his listThe war was raging and his brother he did followInto the Navy his move to counter his sorrowFirst training in Melbourne was next on the programmeIt was the first time from home as very young man. You will find in the end the love you giveMeans those who pass will always liveIn your heart and close by your sideWhen theyre needed to turn the tide. One night in his bunk a restless sleep he was havingDeep in the night his mother appeared to give warningIn his ear she whispered the danger not to denyIt will happen tomorrow the ones before you will dieThe next morning it was Bofors gun drills for the watchThey were lined up in groups for the gun crews to matchIt was a serious drill and the ammunition was realThe misfire in the breach the group before him did kill. You will find in the end the love you giveMeans those who pass will always live25 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry ArchiveIn your heart and close by your sideWhen theyre needed to turn the tide. He was posted to a ship the Arunta its tribal nameOut on the ocean in a destroyer wasnt a gameThe Japanese were beaten but some wouldnt stopThey had to be hunted down to finish their mopTo the Pacific and then onto Japan was the cruiseTo Nagasaki after the bomb for him did not amuseHe didnt know it then but the radiation had startedIt would take forty years for his life to be martyred. You will find in the end the love you giveMeans those who pass will always liveIn your heart and close by your sideWhen theyre needed to turn the tide. Back to the sea with the American Seventh FleetAction stations stand to the guns was their featIt was his time for a rest and he laid on deck to sleepShe came to him again with a smile to completeAnother warning she gave of a China Sea typhoonThe danger would come on the morrow quite soonThe next day other ships were lost in the stormIt would be near but his promised safety the norm. You will find in the end the love you giveMeans those who pass will always liveIn your heart and close by your sideWhen theyre needed to turn the tide. One night on a long watch the heat was stiflingAsleep on the gun turret top was not triflingAction stations and the ship turned to the callDown to the deck and onto his back he did fallIt was the end of his service for Australia at seaBack to his family home returned he did agreePlanning his life with his love he was marriedHis thoughts of his mother he always carried. You will find in the end the love you giveMeans those who pass will always live26 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry ArchiveIn your heart and close by your sideWhen theyre needed to turn the tide. There was a life together and a family they builtFive sons in a row was what the union did yieldI was at the middle point and grew to a manI started my life and my own family was the planBut my fathers war service wasnt finished just yetThe radiation from the bomb meant cancer he did getMy father did not see a son who was my first bornThe great blessing was tempered with his death so forlorn. You will find in the end the love you giveMeans those who pass will always liveIn your heart and close by your sideWhen theyre needed to turn the tide. We were new parents with a new life to charterI needed some support prayed to speak to my fatherThat night of restless tossing and of turningHe appeared to me with the advice I was yearningThere was a look of sadness and he shook his headThere would be a problem in our future to treadThis visit was to tell my son has health issues too clearMy fathers warnings came to me like his mother's did so dear. You will find in the end the love you giveMeans those who pass will always liveIn your heart and close by your sideWhen theyre needed to turn the tide. Paul Warren Poetry PAUL WARREN27 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry ArchiveFootball - Rowe And Bickley Ex-Crows I sit and listen to Stephen RoweAnd he goes for the Crows I knowOnce upon a time he played AFLFor the Crows and Norwood he tellsBut what I dont get from himIs what balanced argument he does bring And now he has Bickley a mate you hearAgain he played for the Crows for him so dearBut what we now need is a soothsayerAnd when will there be an ex-Power player?I dont think it will not happen nowEspecially in a parochial Adelaide plough? PAUL WARREN28 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry ArchiveFriend - Mark Of The Outback I know a man who was one with his peoples prideWhose life was for service with thoughts of self asideHis blood flows red as the glow of the Centres soilHe will be remembered always for his enduring toilFor our hope and reconciliation for all Australians as his prizeMore than wearing the blue remembered as being always wiseWhen his task is finished and a judgement called is doneAs Mark of the Outback altogether he will always be as one! Paul Warren Poetry PAUL WARREN29 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry ArchiveFun - Apples Are Dangerous On sitting at my desk todayMy apple was in delicious displaySo I bit into it and now I find where the label ought to beThere now is half a one I seeWill it be able to pass on through?Or will I forever inside be branded Lenswood true blue? Paul Warren Poetry PAUL WARREN30 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry ArchiveFun - Cat Videos When sitting in the lunch room todayI was shown the latest cat video in displayThis one had a moggy not brightWho had found skating a flip flop was alright Watching it made me ponder what will be leftIn a hundred years or two my thought is bereftThat someone will be analysing what we didAnd all there is our cat videos on the grid. Paul Warren Poetry PAUL WARREN31 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry ArchiveFun - Cats Are Crazy We have a cat at home who just lies aroundHe is fluffy and white and not mentally soundSleeping soundly is his forte with food as his hobbyWhen he walks along he looks quite fat and flabbyHe doesnt go out because he likes to be cleanDuring the light of day he is very rarely seenAt night he prowls around and practices creepingHe scares the dog when out at him he goes leaping. I think that he if tested a vet would find him psychoticThe way he struts around he seems to be quite myopicHe hunts down socks, fluffy toys and his rubber mouseRunning fast and pushing them all around the houseHe comes into his element when the sun goes downDoing the stray cat strut without making a soundThe thing the scares me about him most of allWhen I wake up in bed and stares me out to enthral! Paul Warren Poetry PAUL WARREN32 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry ArchiveFun - Conspiracy Theories Hitler got out of the Third Reich living in South America until todayPope John Paul was murdered foul his coffee was poisoned all the wayKennedy was shot twice from the grassy knoll not from the Book Store bayArmstrong didnt walk on the moon no-one can survive in the stars away9/11 was not Al Qaeda it was the CIA stretching its muscles all alongElvis did not die in Grace-lands hes still around singing all his songsThe Roswell saucer crashed that night the aliens they will still disavowThe Malaysian jet did not fall to the ground they have it on an island nowBigfoot, Yeti and the Yowie still prowl the wilderness walking without a careAtlantis survived and is still a factor in ocean ship disappearances there. I hear all these legends and start to wonder how we could agreeThe world is as we know and all those things were never meant to beI was told once that youd be surprised at what you cannot seeThere are many things in this world that would be a surprise to mePausing to ponder what it means would send a bloke a bit insaneStill all the explanations that are given for some seem a bit inaneSometimes I would hope that some of these strange wondrous thingsWould be correct and in believing them there would be for me no stringsStill if everyone believes them no History channel programs would there beSitting home at night what would you watch, from the room you would flee! Paul Warren Poetry PAUL WARREN33 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry ArchiveFun - Earth Vs. The Flying Saucers Do you remember sitting in a dark Friday NightWhen Deadly Earnest was an awesome sightHe would host a B-movie feast at that timeAnd we would find them all just fine The one I liked most to this very dayWas Earth vs. The Flying Saucers in a scary displayIt was made in the 50s when space was newAnd the thoughts of our alien neighbours grew It was a story of a scientist with a beautiful wifeWho found himself in a bit of strifeThe rubber aliens spoke to himAnd what happened next was an inter-planetary hymn The war was on with heat ray armsAnd alien faces that knew no charmsTheir rays melted all at a touchAll that was left was a melted puddle of mush In the end in Washington there was a showdownThe scientist finding a way to bring the saucers downOur own ray gun made them wobble then crashThey saved the world with their flying fleet a smash At the end of the film there was a beach scene madeWith the scientist and his wife showing we had made the gradeBut the final question was posed in the sceneHad we really won or was it all just a dream? Paul Warren Poetry PAUL WARREN34 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry ArchiveFun - Flat Pack Furniture Its easy flat pack is the way to go they saidJust take it home and it is easy they saidLay it out on the floor before assembly they saidThe tool for the screws is in the pack they saidI should have read the instructions I said. Paul Warren Poetry PAUL WARREN35 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry ArchiveFun - Flat Pack Furniture Part 2 So I finally decided to read the instructions on the pageIt seemed that you needed to be a Star Wars sageThe wording was done by Master Yoda to sayAn example was On the floor the parts to layThen the Figures included to follow you shouldIn the end I was no wiser in that I couldno way knownhave completed the assembly as shown. Paul Warren Poetry PAUL WARREN36 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry ArchiveFun - Holes In My Belt Ive been on a diet it is plain to see (I hope)No cakes, milkshakes or pies for me (how sad)I cant bear it when I front for my meal (cant miss it now)I sometimes think what I eat is not real (no fat, no sugar, no taste)Food is a pleasure I now miss every day (the flag is at half-mast)To find what I crave there must be a way (my stomach complains)After it is all considered the most annoying part (certainly there are others)Is between belt holes with falling trousers wearying my heart! (each stepneeding to hitch up) Paul Warren Poetry PAUL WARREN37 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry ArchiveFun - I Don'T Like Multi-Storey Car-Parks I dont like multi-storey car-parksDriving into them is for the mud-larksDont drive in front of an impatient foolWho doesnt want to drive by the ruleThey dont want you to drive really slowAnd follow you around as you need to goWhen you finally find a carpark to drive intoWhen you leave your anxiety will accrue. Paul Warren Poetry PAUL WARREN38 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry ArchiveFun - I Like To Drive A V8 I like to drive a V8I know its not fashionable but its greatI like the acceleration and the factWhen driving it looks like you know where its at I dont need to hoon aroundBut I know I can stare the hoons downThats what you get with nothing to proveAnd know that as you drive youre in the grove As I said I like to drive a V8And a Holden at that mateI would think when my time is hereI will spend eternity behind the V8 wheel so dear! Paul Warren Poetry PAUL WARREN39 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry ArchiveFun - I Want An Overactive Thyroid I dont want a tape worm sucking away insideFor that would certainly dent my inner prideMy choice would be for an overactive thyroidAnd to have my fat from my body to be devoidWhy cant I be thinner for all my friends to see?A stolen mirrors look would always satisfy me! Paul Warren Poetry PAUL WARREN40 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry ArchiveFun - Ode To My Moustache Moustaches are now out of fashionFor they have lost their toughness notionJust think of the 70s the tough guys all had themRemember McCloud, Barney Miller and MagnumNow you need a charity purpose worth growingInstead just tough, stately and all knowing! When considering it all for todayFor me its all baldness and greyAlas the time of the moustache has passedFor my moustache the dye has been casteI remember it all so fondly but now I must sayAs a porn star I think you would all run away Paul Warren Poetry PAUL WARREN41 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry ArchiveFun - Shoe Shopping It was 3.30 in the Sunday afternoonWhen to Tea Tree Plaza we did zoomGroceries to buy and a pair of shoes to chooseWe went to the Shoe Store for selection views I know what I want when I see it she did sayI knew I was in trouble then right awaySo I stood there and saw a parade of shoesEach one to try on I was not amused The shops close at 5 I had to sayShe said I think I know which ones that I will paySo I looked on them and they had a familiar ringThey were the first ones the shop assistant did bring! Paul Warren Poetry PAUL WARREN42 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry ArchiveFun - The New Pill They say in the future all you need to doTo lose weight is to pop a pill or twoIn today's fast food worldTo find a pill in science heldTo eat hamburgers and suchIt might also be a Golden Arches pill to munch! Paul Warren Poetry PAUL WARREN43 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry ArchiveGrief - Its Time To Put My Burden Down The time slips by so quickly but the memories remain the sameYour first steps and your laughter are always in my minds frameI treasure the pictures taken with each one a memory held so dearYou are part of me and I feel you now so clear to me and so nearThe day you left was no different, the last words we spoke the sameIf I knew then what I now know I would hold you and stay I would exclaim. Its time to put my burden downI have loved you all alongThinking of you has ground me downI want to sing your song. I go to our special places and want to see you standing thereWithout you being with me these places are now not quite as fairThere are memories of you all around I still see you every dayI want to remember you as sunshine and not in cloudy greyIll be seeing you there and know that you are alright nowI know there is no end and you will be waiting to show me how. Its time to put my burden downI have loved you all alongThinking of you has ground me downI want to sing your song. The long days wasted without you have made their mark on meThe grief I feel for you in the night whilst searching for the keyTo find an end to the saddest times to soothe my aching heartI know you did not want to go away the thought tears me all apartYou would not want me to feel this way its time for healing nowThe memories of the happy times will give me all the know-how. Its time to put my burden downI have loved you all alongThinking of you has ground me downI want to sing your song. Paul Warren Poetry 44 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry ArchivePAUL WARREN45 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry ArchiveGrief - Wipe Your Tears Wipe your tears, sit down and rest a whileThe rays of sunshine will caress your faceAnd children playing will only make you smileKnow those you loved are with you in this place. Paul Warren Poetry PAUL WARREN46 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry ArchiveHope - What Will It Be Like When I See You Again? What will it be like when I see you again?Will I hug and kiss you with your head on my shoulder to bend?Will the sun be always shining, will there be a bright warming light?Will we always be together forever, will everything be alright?Will all the trouble and strife I have seen be gone for all time?Will what I hoped for when you left me be finally mine?What will I say when I see you again, will I be lost for my words?Or when it happens would I know that all these questions are absurd? Paul Warren Poetry PAUL WARREN47 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry ArchiveInspirational - Will You Stand With Me? When I need back up and there is evil aroundWill you stand with me?When it is not safe and I need to stand my groundWill you stand with me?When the odds arent in our favour and others threaten harmWill you stand with me?When I don't fit in and need around your comforting armWill you stand with me?When I'm at my lowest ebb and feel I can't possibly winWill you stand with me?When I need some comforting words to turn grief into grinWill you stand with me? I will stand with you and be there until the endAnd by standing together we will be friends! Paul Warren Poetry PAUL WARREN48 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry ArchiveLife - Last Day If today was my last dayWould I approach it differently?Would I make peace with the world?Would I finally get what is coming to me?Would I say that I love you and I am happy?Would all the little annoyances now matter?Would it be a day fulfilled or would I have regrets?Would these questions all be answered or would they remain? PAUL WARREN49 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry ArchiveLife - Listen Softly Listen so softlyTheir voices are thereWhispered words that drift on the windI hear them again As I did onceWhen I was youngAnd thought the world would not changeI hear them again Calling me homeBut I must remainToday is here as there will be tomorrowI hear them again And I must stay. Paul Warren Poetry PAUL WARREN50 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry ArchiveLife - Lord Let Me Win Please From the time when I could first recallThey taught me when you get up you will fallYou can tell it in the way they at me stareA piercing look that is sometimes hard to bearTo belittle you and not be part of themWill extinguish any spark of life so don't pretend Lord let me win pleaseIve paid my duesI want to find the keysSurely its my time to choose Its been mountains to climb going on and onAnd never a time when I can just get alongIve had to make it alone without a friendThe ones Ive had have not lasted to the endWhat did I do or did I say to end up in this wayI cannot see my bad times will ever go away Lord let me win pleaseIve paid my duesI want to find the keysSurely its my time to choose After all this time its more than I can bearSurely you can see this for me its only fairAs I think of how I played by each ruleNot to have happiness now will be so cruelJust this one time let it work for meAfter all my trials surely it will finally be Lord let me win pleaseIve paid my duesI want to find the keysSurely its my time to choose Paul Warren Poetry 51 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry ArchivePAUL WARREN52 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry ArchiveLife - My Best Is Now Behind Me Now! I wake in the morningMy neck achesAnd it takes time to focusI need to rub my eyes to seeWheres my glasses?My best is now behind me now! I walk to the bathroomIt takes a few stepsBut Im alright nowMy aim and flows not greatBut what do you do?My best is now behind me now! To the kitchen to make my breakfastBefore I can eatIts a handful of tabletsNow its microwave milk and weet-bixIs it really time for work?My best is now behind me now! To shower in the bathroom againI use sensitive liquid soapAnd be careful not to slipFor my dry skin its moisturiserHow can my middle be so round?My best is now behind me now! To the car for the trip to workIts a bit of a struggleBut Im in the seat and ready to goBe careful and rely on the cameraWhy cant I see well in reverse?My best is now behind me now! Im at my spot and park the carTo get out of my seatIt seems such a task53 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry ArchiveMake sure you dont fallWhy do my ankles ache so much?My best is now behind me now! I take my trolley bag to my deskTo turn on the computerIts another day at my deskMake sure you dont sleepIs this all there is?My best is now behind me now! The day goes so quickBut Im told that happens nowTo meetings are uninteresting to meSmile and not make commentWhen you know it isnt right?My best is now behind me now! Back to my desk to finish the dayOthers may think that I dont knowSome may laugh at what I doThey havent seen the forty yearsWill they remember what its like?My best is now behind me now! The trolley bag and back to my carTo drive to home and not to forgetOut of the seatbelt and out I getThe dog is there and is so happyHave I made it through the day?My best is now behind me now! I eat my dinner not too spicyThen light exercise is the goWatch some live televisionDrift off to nap by 9.30There is no more or is this true?My best is now behind me now! To bed again and read some moreDrift off before the end of the sentenceNo more is possible the day has ended54 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry ArchiveThe CPAT machine is neededIs this all there is?My best is now behind me now! Paul Warren Poetry PAUL WARREN55 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry ArchiveLife Is Not A Rehearsal Life is not a rehearsal I heard him sayAs we were talking together on that dayMany things that happen you wont controlRemember in the end thats not in your roleAs he puffed away and I contemplated it allHe said sometimes youll have to take the fall As a life philosophy I think it did have meritAnd I have thought of giving him some creditAfter all to make your way you have to find a fitTo live your life and make a success of itBut what of those things you need to practice?Surely you should to do this without any malice So live your life, make your mistakes to learn from themHappiness is what its about to take you to the end! Paul Warren Poetry PAUL WARREN56 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry ArchiveLove - Believe Me I believe in love at first sight for us it is so trueI knew when we first met for me it would be youI know we deserve to be together for all timeOur future with each other will be so sublime Believe me when I say I love youMy longing for you has no endWhen I first saw you I knewThere was no need to pretend The tingle of your touch when I hold your handThe ache I feel when youre not with me I cant standMy every waking thought is about your loving smileEvery minute with you makes my life worthwhile Believe me when I say I love youMy longing for you has no endWhen I first saw you I knewThere was no need to pretend You are my first my last my forever number oneI think of us when were walking in the setting sunAnd in the night when there is no-one else aroundMy search for my love is one I have truly found Believe me when I say I love youMy longing for you has no endWhen I first saw you I knewThere was no need to pretend Paul Warren Poetry PAUL WARREN57 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry ArchiveLove - Did I See You There? Did I see you there out the corner of my eye?On that day when there was a cloud-less skyDid I hear you call my name as I passed your room?Or was it something that I hoped for in my gloomWas it your laughter I heard in a crowded place?Or was it just a mistake of mine in a state of graceWere you singing your favourite song in the next car on?Or was it the end of it all now that you are gone. Paul Warren Poetry PAUL WARREN58 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry ArchiveLove - Fine Wine It may be a song that gives you that feelingIt may be a place where you find it revealingIt may be a person who speaks to your soulIt may be when you have finally reached your goal Its the feeling you get where it all seems so rightWhen you want to be with her all through the nightWhere you wish for more and its like such fine wineThat you have what you need and you know its divine. Paul Warren Poetry PAUL WARREN59 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry ArchiveLove - I Dream Of You I dream of youWhen I feel the first rays of the morning sunAt evening when the long day is finally doneOn a blazing day when a cool breeze blowsAnd when I see someone wiggling their noseWhen I feel the first drops of a rain fall byAnd when a rainbow arch bends across the skyYou still know how to make me smilePlease come and sit with me awhile. Paul Warren Poetry PAUL WARREN60 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry ArchiveLove - Im Driving The Highway At Night Im alone in the night on the roadIm carrying such a heavy loadI remember the good times with youI was a fool to think they were throughWith only the full moon shining in the skyThoughts of you bring a tear to my eye Im driving the highway at nightJust heading toward the distant lightI know with a second chance it will lastThere are mistakes I have made in the past The Southern Cross is a beacon up aheadMakes me think of the tears that Ive shedI know I was wrong to let you go nowI hurts so much when I now wonder howI could have left and gone on aloneHow could I have I should have known Im driving the highway at nightJust heading toward the distant lightI know with a second chance it will lastThere are mistakes I have made in the past Im so lonely now that youre goneHow can I now without you carry on?The road has twisted on up aheadWith each mile away from you I did dreadWhy did I think that Id last long without you?I hope that you still feel that way too Im driving the highway at nightJust heading toward the distant lightI know with a second chance it will lastThere are mistakes I have made in the past I have crossed the hot desert alone without youAnd in the mountains while the cold winds blewI am through the pass and I see the town light61 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry ArchiveWhy dont you answer your phone tonight?Please forgive me, I was wrong to leave you thenIs that the phone ringing - my love please comprehend Im driving the highway at nightJust heading toward the distant lightI know with a second chance it will lastThere are mistakes I have made in the past Paul Warren Poetry PAUL WARREN62 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry ArchiveLove - Let Me Pretend Just sit back down and let me pretendWe havent met in true loves blendOne day well meet and I will know againThat you will be more than a friendWe will find romance as we hold handsWhen we lay together on golden sands Let me pretendWeve just metAnd my love Ill sendThat will find no end As we grow together in each waking dayIt will mean I love you more in every wayIll feel my heart again start to glow brightAs we explore each other in the curtain of nightI will hear you breathing that gentle soundI know it will be even better this time around Let me pretendWeve just metAnd my love Ill sendThat will find no end As sure at the sun comes up in its golden lightOur hearts will be together in eternal sightI know if we were lost from each others gazeWe will find each other in lifes endless mazeSo I know we are soul mates so ever trueAnd our true love will always shine through Let me pretendWeve just metAnd my love Ill sendThat will find no end Paul Warren Poetry 63 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry ArchivePAUL WARREN64 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry ArchiveLove Please Give Me The Words I think of you and want to knowThe feel of your body so soft in glowBut when youre near I find I cant sayThat I love you and want you to stayAll those precious words to you I bringWhen my heart skips a beat to singHow do I face each day without you?And let you know if alone Im throughSo I ask for the strength in each wordThat youll hear and not think them absurd. Paul Warren Poetry PAUL WARREN65 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry ArchiveLove - Racetrack For Soul-Mates Youre my rev-head chic tuned to my fuel-injected soulReaching the finish line together is our life-time goalOur pole position will not tempt the racetrack fatesWe fine-tune our engines to make super-charged soul matesI think of our life as just one fast edgy raceYou as my co-driver setting the quickest paceWhen our final lap is over and our time is at endGetting the checked flag together means no need to pretend. Paul Warren Poetry PAUL WARREN66 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry ArchiveLove - Ride On Ride on through forever is my fondest dreamYoure my pillion passenger riding on so extremeCruisin down the highway like a king and queenWell lean into the corners together riding on supremeYou always look good in leather and denim is your styleWhen I first saw you I knew you were worth my whileWe were meant for each other I knew it at the startRiding the highway together will always be in my heart. Paul Warren Poetry PAUL WARREN67 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry ArchiveLove - Soundtrack To Our World The blues are the sound track to our worldA raunchy guitar riff as our banner unfurledAnd I know that as our years go quickly byWith my rock steady girl together well flyThat heavy metal sound that fills my soulYour denim and lace to my air guitar rollHard times have come as well as the goodTogether forever would be time well stood. Paul Warren Poetry PAUL WARREN68 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry ArchiveLove - The Moonlight Breaks The moonlight breaks a silvery lightAcross your face in loves sheer delightThe years roll by as I count each oneOur love together as bright as the sunAt once I knew when I saw you firstMy heart was pounding as if to burstI know my last thought will clearly beYour beautiful face in my mind I see. Paul Warren Poetry PAUL WARREN69 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry ArchiveLove And Life - Thoughts On Meeting A New Friend You find nothing new in thatIts all falling kind of flatYou have seen it all beforeAnd have always wanted moreLets start all from the beginningAnd give it more of a meaningThen at the end of it allI still think you wont call Paul Warren Poetry PAUL WARREN70 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry ArchiveMovie Gangsters The Godfather played the Mafia outWhen there were Italian gangsters aboutMarlon Brando knew how to tell who the bad guys wereAnd how to deal with them in the way of death to prefer Now the Russian have hit the gangster sceneDealing in drugs, girls and weapons obsceneAnd they are doing all the things that are uncleanThey now have the mantle as the outlaw fiend So when you see the latest action movie aboutAnd there are people with the law to floutIt will be some tattooed giant Russian manWho will be quite nasty whose fall will be a demand PAUL WARREN71 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry ArchiveMusic - Bruce Is The Boss O Mary Dont you Weep in the sunBecause we were all Born to RunSweating it out in the BackstreetsThe Ghost of Tom Joad he meetsIt's just like Dancing in the DarkWhen being Born in the USA is your markNow's the time to Go and Pay My Money DownThese are Better Days to come no frownIt is Just Like Fire Would burn awayLive on at Thunder Road that's the right wayBruce is the Boss for yesterday and todayRemember these will be your Glory Days! Paul Warren Poetry PAUL WARREN72 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry ArchiveMusic - Cilla Of The 60s As we get older those as growing we knewSlowly pass away from their lives that are throughCilla Black was a Scouse girl from LiverpoolWho knew the Beatles as part of the Mersey Beat schoolShe worked at the Cavern and sang a songLike Anyone Who Had a Heart to sing alongWhen she sang Youre My World the plea madeWas for me one that she made as no charadeWhen Youve Lost That Lovin Feelin by the Righteous Brothers was a hitHer version was number two to their number one in Britains chart fitThe Long and Winding Road when sung by Miss BlackMcCartney said was the way it was meant to be sung backWe remember Alfie, A Fool Am I and What Good Am I? Seems Something Tells Me (Somethings Gonna Happen Tonight) to get bySo she has gone to John and George in their Heavenly bandTo Step inside love again a song that was grand! Paul Warren Poetry PAUL WARREN73 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry ArchiveMusic - Marc Bolan Lives I am Child of the Revolution you couldnt foolWe still Love to Boogie as the golden ruleJeepster -youre so sweet your so fineYou will always be Hot Love so devineTelegram Sam delivered the message to meWhilst Riding a White Swan to be freeBang a Gong for Marc who still livesAs a Cosmic Dancer who to the world givesI will always be a 20th Century Boy still so neatT-Rex is still my favourite dinosaur so complete! Paul Warren Poetry PAUL WARREN74 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry ArchiveMusic - The Day Elvis Died On August 16,1977 I was in bed listening to the radio music playI had been on afternoon shift which meant a longer bed stayAll at once the music stopped and a news flash did occurElvis was found dead on the bathroom floor as they did infer I sat up straight in bed and couldnt believe my earsHe was gone no mistake and I knew there would tearsHe had everything he could possibly want for his lifeBut instead of happiness all he go in the end was strife The interviews that day spoke in a saddened wayOf no longer being able to see him in a Las Vegas stayOr seeing him at Grace-lands down in Memphis townAs he lies sleeping still wearing his Rock n Roll crown And so the King of Rock and Roll had passedBut his music didnt die and it will forever lastSo rock on and know that he made his placeWith his gyrating hips and a sneer on his face Paul Warren Poetry PAUL WARREN75 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry ArchiveMusic - Walking In Liverpool We took the train from London to LiverpoolGetting up early in the morning was the ruleA journey of two and a half hours on the trainAs England youd expect in the drizzling rainFinally we arrived at Lime Street stationWalking the Beatles streets at their creation We walked on down to the Mersey RiverAnd saw the ferry with passengers to deliverA photograph with the statue of Billy FuryThey say it all started for the musical juryThen to the Beatles Museum we wentAnd saw all their things in time well spent Get on the bus for the Magical Mystery tourTo Penny Lane in that songs allureTo Strawberry Fields next to Johns homeClimbing the fence for company to combThen to the quiet one Georges Council flatAnd the house where drummer Ringo lived at Then to Pauls place where in his bedroomHe played his guitar and the girls did swoonThe last stop of the day was Mathew LaneWhere John was leaning in his continuing reignDown to the Cavern Bar where they playedWith the music I felt as if I could have stayed To know the footsteps I was takingThey had strolled in their legend makingAnd knowing that my music choices madeWere there for me and wouldnt fadeSo back to Lime Street for the train againTo mull it all over in my minds blend Paul Warren Poetry PAUL WARREN76 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry ArchiveMusings- Now Its Done What do I remember now its doneOf the deeds and people and ideas wonWas it me who stood tall when neededOf times when I felt my courage exceededAt the starting line I did not fit the mouldPerhaps they thought I would not be boldI fronted it up and weathered the stormIt became second nature and to me the normIf I had to do it all again would it be the same?I know in my heart that I would do it again. Paul Warren Poetry PAUL WARREN77 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry ArchiveMusings - Consultation Why is it when politicians are thinking of the dollarAnd wanting to do something perceived unpopularThey go into a mode that calls for playing a charadeAnd want their decisions into the distance to fadeThey have a great notion and go straight to the nationYou see you can talk to the people and feign consultationEven in the end if the result may be morally the wrong oneWhen it comes to take stock politicians are out of the gun. Paul Warren Poetry PAUL WARREN78 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry ArchiveMusings - Do You Keep Track Of Days? Yesterday is dead and goneAnd so is not for you to mournWhat happened thenYou can't pretendSo learn from it and move on right away Tomorrow for some is the undiscovered countryAnd will take care of itself except for your planning beePerhaps it is only today that should really concernAs in the end do your best in balance made to learnSo do you keep track of days? Paul Warren Poetry PAUL WARREN79 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry ArchiveMusings - Dont Get Off The Boat Dont get off the boatThere are tigers out there of noteOn the boat its safe and soundOut there it is danger so profound This is the advice that I was givenWatch out for the dangers so unforgivingAlways play it so safe to considerThat way you wont be a downhill skier The trouble with this creed is well knownYou will never be able to create a seed as sownTo make a difference and go to the cutting edgeTake a chance go forward for progress as your pledge Paul Warren Poetry PAUL WARREN80 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry ArchiveMusings - Each Day Is Different I think of my time and the decisions I have madeWould I change it all so I could make the grade?Or is it too late the past before me is all writtenAre there things done that should now be forgivenI suppose there are but how could I always tellIt seemed to me at the time that all was very wellHindsight is a wonderful thing or so they want to sayIs it not important that it was now done their only wayOr do I move on for the futures not in concrete setThere are mountains to climb and I will have no regret. Paul Warren Poetry PAUL WARREN81 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry ArchiveMusings - Find Contentment Go find your own space of happy contentmentThat will come out of nowhere to suddenly fermentIt maybe that special song that takes you alongTo a place and time where you know you belongOr it may be just sitting in a swing on a verandaWith your love holding hands - theres nothing granderOr that one special place that to you is your XanaduWhere you want to stay for the rest of time through. Paul Warren Poetry PAUL WARREN82 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry ArchiveMusings - Give A Little Bit Of Yourself When thinking what to writeAnd to get it all down alrightGive a little bit of yourselfAnd not leave it on the shelfWrite it and make it heart feltThen anyone who reads your stuffWill find it believable enough Paul Warren Poetry PAUL WARREN83 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry ArchiveMusings - Go Out And Seek The Light Go out and seek the lightDont let the darkness bring nightNo need to change everything aroundBut youll find there is love to be foundTo know the warmth of a good timeAnd your laughter will be easy to findFor each day will bring new hope foundSo your happiness will soon come around. Paul Warren Poetry PAUL WARREN84 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry ArchiveMusings - If Fate Is The Hunter I wonder if fate is the hunter for us allShould we just wait and see whats the call?If the fates will control where each of us endAnd we all have matters for us to contendI think there are different paths that are set upAnd we are given free will to taste in lifes supSo think things through and you will know right awayThe correct path to take and success will be yours today. Paul Warren Poetry PAUL WARREN85 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry ArchiveMusings - Inspiration Does it come by eureka shout?When the idea just pops outMaybe its a friendly whisper in your earWhere it slowly builds to you to endearOr does it come when thinking throughFrom the experiences that you are duePerhaps its from someone elses workWhen you hear it and know what its aboutBut in the end it should be your ideas to tout! Paul Warren Poetry PAUL WARREN86 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry ArchiveMusings - Is It For You To Judge Who are you to judge having never walked in my shoes?To see it in your narrowed eyes and the words you chooseThere are many things that I have in my anguish hiddenWhilst you stand there in front of me with no charity givenTo look back through the years with regret in my soul revealedThe last word is to be treated as one with all in my heart healed. Paul Warren Poetry PAUL WARREN87 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry ArchiveMusings - Light On The Hill When Adelaide was first settled downAnd hill farmers needed a trip into townThey hitched up the buggy at an early timeAnd went by track in the hills they did climb After a day doing business and errands runThey went back in the buggy for the return begunAs it got darker they were guided by a bonfireLit by the homestead safely home to aspire It seems a small thing to us thinking about a pioneerAt that time when there was darkness to fearSo you needed an aiming point to be madeSo the bonfire was needed for a safety grade Paul Warren Poetry PAUL WARREN88 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry ArchiveMusings - Make Australia More Australian I was looking at the rallies last weekendWhich I thought could for me offendThe type of Australia that I want to live inInstead of touting the wages of sin Do we need to stand up rightAnd consider what is the fight?Should we stand for us aloneOr should we practice peace to condone? I think in the end all Australians should sayThat terrorism should not make the dayBut tolerance and living together wellShould mean that our national pride should swell! Paul Warren Poetry PAUL WARREN89 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry ArchiveMusings - Melancholy I wandered the road aloneIn my thoughts where did I roam?Was it the time of day that made me feelSo melancholic in my lifes deal? Or was it that I miss the people I have lovedAnd long for my yesterdays un-glovedWhen my life was alive and tomorrows un-endingAnd there was no need for further pretending Does your life become memories of once wasThat goes through your mind as held within their jawsSo in my wandering I sit aloneAnd wonder how the years are now all but gone. Paul Warren Poetry PAUL WARREN90 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry ArchiveMusings - Memories True Blue How long ago was it I was thinking out loudThe first that I remember growing up so proudA rainy morning holding Auntie Carries handWhilst eating my first pie didnt make me a fanStanding up in the back seat of my fathers FJ HoldenAnd not seeing over the front seat as we held on Lying cosy listening to the radio at morning timeAs the mantle clock made its seven oclock chimeRemembering my youngest brother being brought inOn a crocheted white shawl as we looked in without a dinLater on walking home from school at the Red Hill BridgeSliding down its side on a piece of tin tore my shorts a smidge Going to Christmas Trees whilst we sung out strongTo ensure the fat and happy man was serenaded alongBeing on Summer Holidays working on my tanAs we all played and around the oval we all ranRiding my bike around the house to see what time Id getWhilst me brothers followed around happily screaming a fit I cherish these memories as I grow old knowing it was my pastFor as long as I am around they will always last. Paul Warren Poetry PAUL WARREN91 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry ArchiveMusings - My Australia Aussie Rules wintersBig Blue Spring skiesAutumns crisp with sunshineEndless summersRiding to the beachSparkling sun off the waterThe first feel of the seaDrinking straight from the tapRiding my bike with brothers and friendsKicking a football end to endBackyard cricket when laughter was importantKnowing that everything was OKTimeless memories of My Australia. Paul Warren Poetry PAUL WARREN92 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry ArchiveMusings - My Spiritual Guide They say everyone has a spiritual guideSo that your decisions are not too one eyedIve thought this through so this is my listWhat about Elvis who has a musical gistOr should it be Albert Jacka for courage sakeMay be John Monash a leader in comparison to makePerhaps a sportsman and Don Bradmans the oneOr a good all-rounder with the choice being doneI think in the end just someone to give good adviceAnd not end up making decisions that have a vice. Paul Warren Poetry PAUL WARREN93 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry ArchiveMusings - Occam's Razor Occam was a friar who decided that in problem-solvingOne principle he was thinking and quietly evolvingIt seemed to him when deciding a problem with two solutionsThe one with the clearest option with fewer assumptionsIs the correct one to be selectingAnd so will be less perplexing Its just another piece of legal jargonThat will be for people ordinarily no bargainAll it means when you strip it downIs pick the simplest explanation aroundWithout a series of things to happen one after anotherTo make each conspiracy theory not go any further So when sliding down Occams RazorDo yourself a favourWhen coming to a considered solutionDont count conspiracy theory pollutionLook for the simplest explanationAnd go for that one without hesitation Paul Warren Poetry PAUL WARREN94 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry ArchiveMusings - Plastic Philosophy Everything needs a name I would propose to thinkSo that in a category these musings can have a linkI have thought it through and a modern name it needsAs it goes together in a theme that feedsSo Plastic Philosophy it is as it is presentedFor a place to have my thoughts as I have vented Paul Warren Poetry PAUL WARREN95 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry ArchiveMusings - Standards Met Nightly on our television screens you seeAll the violence in the wide world to beThe internet is full of dark horrible thingsOf deaths, explosions or disasters to it bringsThe mangled bodies and destruction on the screenMake me wonder why we have to show it as it has been I think of the people who are shown deadAnd the mothers and fathers who see them to dreadWhy is it now that we have to have access to it all?When others who love them have to watch their tears fall?It seems to me that bad language on the screen is frownedBut to show around that which is horrible puts you on safe ground! Paul Warren Poetry PAUL WARREN96 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry ArchiveMusings - Survivor Guilt He died a heros death and we all held him up on highBut what does it mean to us who now must get on by?It could have been me instead so how do I make a call?When someone is just like you and doesnt survive the fall? The guilt that plays on your mind sometimes gives you no peaceI suppose somehow you will handle the griefSo you go back to your duty still with these questions not answeredIts just a way to cope with the survivor guilt leaving you somewhat stranded. Paul Warren Poetry PAUL WARREN97 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry ArchiveMusings - The God Particle It seems curious to sayThat on the first dayGod touched one particleThat became the live articleAnd together they were meldTo create this whole world. Paul Warren Poetry PAUL WARREN98 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry ArchiveMusings - The Pendulum I was thinking the other dayOf how things happen in dismayWhen looking for the balance madeAnd not the opposite negative grade The swinging pendulum of lifeLikes to swing back to the strifeAnd never seems to stop in the centreBut into the negative area to enter So why does it go into the negative swing?Requiring further work for the balance to bringAnd so to have life just balanced rightWill require for you a further fight. Paul Warren Poetry PAUL WARREN99 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry ArchiveMusings - The Three Deaths David Eagleman had a philosophy for deathThe first death is when you take your last breathAnd your body ceases to functionThe second death is your funeral conjunctionWhen you are consigned to your graveAnd your friends and family show their grief waveThe third and final death is the saddest of allWhen your name is spoken in its last callSo these three deaths will mean for everyone the endAnd the sadness of it is for all to comprehend Paul Warren Poetry PAUL WARREN100 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry ArchiveMusings - The Voice I have a little man who whispers in my earI may not always see him but he doesn't disappearYou know he knows right from wrong and will tell me quite clearWhatever it takes tofind the truth I will know it is now nearBut the trouble is not everyone wants to hear this callBecause you see everyone has this person for allSo hold you ear up to the wind and you will hear it tooDon't ignore what is said and the call will fly to you, Paul Warren Poetry PAUL WARREN101 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry ArchiveMusings - Who Am I I wonder am I made of all my deeds doneOr how others have perceived me as onePerhaps its the Fates to outline and decideOr in the end it may be just my foolish prideDid God outline a course to steer me onwardOr I did not see Gods plan to be honouredWho is to say when my life is finally at end?Or in a second chance could I make amend. Paul Warren Poetry PAUL WARREN102 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry ArchiveMusings - Who Can Say? Who can say what the conclusion will bring?When it plays out and in the end it may stingYou see it out and ensure you stay til the endTo consider every thrust or knife point to defendYou may not see over the brow of the hillOr the dark of night may be troubling stillBeing strong may just mean seeing it throughAs every twist and turn may be newIn so saying if you should work to a planThere should be a solution that will land Paul Warren Poetry PAUL WARREN103 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry ArchiveMy Country - South Australian Skies The azure blue sky in the blazing sun we adoreThe warm clear days where wedge tail eagles soarSee the sparkling blue waters in the Gulf and BightStand in the Red Centre with a million stars at nightThe Southern Cross shines its light as a beacon wonFor South Australians when their wandering is done South Australian skies shine down on meIn a Great Southern land where people are freeI want to end my days in our blazing sunAnd be content here when my time has come The dense pine trees forests near the Gambier MountThe red dust of the aboriginal home lands countA wide Murray River flows in the bright sunshineWhile the Mallee wheat fields wave in golden divineThe Barossa Valley harvests its fine wine tastesThe Southern Vales in golden orchards foretastes South Australian skies shine down on meIn a Great Southern land where people are freeI want to end my days in our blazing sunAnd be content here when my time has come On Adelaides plain as my home placeThe beauty of the city in parklands faceThe Adelaide Oval for sports year roundFestivals and concerts that are renownedSee the Clipsal 500 where racing cars are kingOr the Tour Down Under in a cycle race fling South Australian skies shine down on meIn a Great Southern land where people are freeI want to end my days in our blazing sunAnd be content here when my time has come Theres Kangaroo Island to cut to the ChaseFor their cheese, olive oil and other things to tasteAt Easter theres Oakbank, a picnic for horse-racing104 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry ArchiveJumping over logs in the hills as a race it is bracingIn the summer there is Glenelg for the beach goersAnd Jetty road stands for the shoppers and browsers South Australian skies shine down on meIn a Great Southern land where people are freeI want to end my days in our blazing sunAnd be content here when my time has come Finally theres Rundle Mall with Don Dunstans ballsFor Tourists and shoppers for stores and stallsSouth Australians all live in a paradise foundIn a free world country for others to astoundWe were all free settlers not a convict oneUtopia was found for each daughter and son South Australian skies shine down on meIn a Great Southern land where people are freeI want to end my days in our blazing sunAnd be content here when my time has come. Paul Warren Poetry PAUL WARREN105 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry ArchiveNight - The Light Ahead After travelling at night in the cool country airWe come to the last mountain pass to drive with careIt has been darkness all the way in the clear moonlightWith other highway travellers using a guiding headlight As you turn the last bend you see the sparkling lights aheadWhich signifies the end of the journey as our map has saidAfter the darkness its soothing to see the lighting displaceAs the road melds to brightness in a heavenly grace It always seems to me that a town looks its bestWhen the lights at night over it is dressedI think that for an Australian country placeThe first sight of them at night makes a good case. Paul Warren Poetry PAUL WARREN106 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry ArchiveNightmares - The Nightmare The darkness falls and lets the night beginI know that he will be here and visit againI hear the gasping and go to open the doorI see him again on the veranda floor Half his head is gone and with the one accusing eyeHe stares at me and wont let me byA quivering mouth in a ruined face says the wordYou let me die in speech thats slurred I turn around and try to run awayI feel his hand on my shoulder to stayAt that time I wake up in a pool of sweatFeeling fragile and filled with regret. Paul Warren Poetry PAUL WARREN107 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry ArchivePeace - Wasn'T This Supposed To Be The Age OfAquarius? How do I start a movement for good?Im sick of the death and destruction that shouldNot have happened in this world todayHow can a man gun down people like that - in blood to sayThat we should not live in the way we want? Dont look back in anger todayBecause of whats taken awayIts for everyone everywhere to say Peace on earth is our mantra to stay The sun shines every day and theres enoughWe sitting in the west dont need ALL THE STUFF!Lets get together and make it alright nowLets not wait any longer - we all know how!That we should make sure that darkness doesnt win Dont look back in anger todayBecause of whats taken awayIts for everyone everywhere to say Peace on earth is our mantra to stay Is it all a dream or a bridge too far?For all to walk together to reach for a starSurely we have learnt it all from what we have lostIn wars that have passed - we all know the costThat we know what others gave to get to here Dont look back in anger todayBecause of whats taken awayIts for everyone everywhere to say Peace on earth is our mantra to stay We can talk of it all and have concerts to recallGive knighthoods or put posters up on the wallBut in the end what we need for this to happen108 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry ArchiveIs for everyone to decide - put down their weaponThat I have seen enough to know it should stop here. Dont look back in anger todayBecause of whats taken awayIts for everyone everywhere to say Peace on earth is our mantra to stay My last statement in regard to this should be no warningWe were supposed to be living in peace and understandingFor you and me to live to be free its plain to seeSurely each person and life is precious - is our plea.Wasnt this supposed to be the Age of Aquarius? Dont look back in anger todayBecause of whats taken awayIts for everyone everywhere to say Peace on earth is our mantra to stay Paul Warren Poetry PAUL WARREN109 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry ArchivePolice - $4.82 There was an alarm at 2.23 am that late nightWe rushed to find the malefactors taking flightWith torches handy we searched and foundA window broken with glass on the ground In a side street not far from the factory callWas a group of four teenagers hiding from allWe found them together as quiet as miceTrying hard not to spill the story of their vice They couldnt explain why they were hanging aroundEach had $4.82 from their pockets that we foundThe hour was late and one had a bloody handWe thought altogether their story was canned At the police station their parents walked inThe boys confessed to the felony of breaking inThe moral of the story for all to take inThere is no upside to the wages of sin! Paul Warren Poetry PAUL WARREN110 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry ArchivePolice - A Morning Train It was an ordinary morning at the Salisbury InterchangePeople going to work or study, there was nothing strangeBut one lady knew there was something wrongA man she had noticed before and was looking strongShe told the station master who summoned the policeDavid and his partner got the call to restore her peace They booked off there and spoke to her of her concernSo decided to check him out and why he gave her a turnAs they approached he moved away and pulled his knifeDavid worked behind a decision which him cost his lifeHe grabbed his arms and tried to pulled him downThe man was strong and thrust his knife in violence found The knife entered Davids chest piercing his heartHe dropped to the ground and his last minutes did startThe offending man ran away and further assistance cameDavid was loaded up in an ambulance to hospital was their aimThe scene was sorted out and back to the Elizabeth Station we wentThe next call we received was that Davids life was spent We found the malefactor hiding at a friends houseHe was arrested and given the opportunity to espouseWhy he had decided that morning to take a lifeWhen all that was needed was to explain the strifeAnd why he was stalking the woman that morningUsing the knife against the police without a warning Some things stand out to me from that dayDavids wife not being able to see him that wayReporters wanting to interview her at homeWhen decency was for them to leave her aloneOf the grief we all felt for a comrade now lostAnd how since then we have all counted the cost So a family lost a husband and fatherWe all lost a friend and one who was a martyrHis father had to tell his wife by phoneAs in England with friends was visiting home111 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry ArchiveWe had a funeral allmarching slowlyAnd the black draped band playing oh so lowly It has been over a decade and life goes onHis family has done it tough with David goneWhilst the rest of us had to carry on with itFacing our duties with a dangerous fitWhilst David has joined our 61 sacredSouth Australians whose duty their life has ended Paul Warren Poetry PAUL WARREN112 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry ArchivePolice - An Equal Dividing Of Property Has Occurred We were tasked to attend one dayFor a man chopping furniture awayHe had done the dining room and chairsAnd started on the lounge room furniture thereWe stopped him of course as it wasnt rightHis recently divorced wife had an order so politeFor each to have a half portion of the proceedsOf their now defunct marriage and deedsSo he was dividing it all up so clearHalf of each piece for the order to adhere Paul Warren Poetry PAUL WARREN113 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry ArchivePolice - An Old Lawman What is there left but to put down my gun?To know that my duty has now been finally doneThe uniform on me shows an older man's figureMy last one shows that I had some rigour There now is less spring in my strideOnly whats left for a copper and his prideHow will I be remembered as I tread the final ground?Knowing that as a copper I will now not be around There would be people who felt they were harshly treatedFor what they had done against the law and with what was metedWhos to say as I reached for the last dayThat I would have had it any other way. Paul Warren Poetry PAUL WARREN114 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry ArchivePolice - And I Remember..Wearing The Blue To Fort Largs Police Academy on a cold showery dayMy father taking me to my first Police Academy stayMemories of wearing my first khaki cotton uniformAnd to know how it was on that day to feel rebornAs office boy, observer with all standards solidly metA total of three years in training as a police cadetOf passing exams, firearms and pursuit drivingTo graduate into probation as I was so strivingGetting a conchie cord for exams 70 plusTo shine in the course for me a real must Graduating Im now in the blue for probationA first look in the my mirror of self-admirationMy shift as a police officer that started the first nightAttending a crash a bullet shot in a tyre stopping flightMy first arrest a drunk shitty pockets was the notionMy first traffic a U-turn at lights a written prohibitionWalking my first beat on sore feet wasnt very neatWriting the same report again with deadlines to meetOf attending domestics, accidents, shoppies and brawlsOf working shift and building knowledge of learning it all Each day something different was in the mixFor some you dealt with there wasnt a lasting fixA shift to the Queen Elizabeth Hospital to goA man passed I thought one I did truly knowTo a house three down and recognition doneOf a life and family known now missing oneHis wife now grieving for a life now lostTyping the first Coroners report was the impostA memory of not knowing how in the end to feelDid all this happen then was it all for real? Early one week we were hailed by a drivers callA car with a gun out the window pointing to us allA brothel that was raided after a service truly givenThen not to pay the bill meant a posse was strivenThere was a shoot-out with a trail of freshened bloodAnother was arrested for the gun in this untidy crud115 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry ArchiveOne Sunday Afternoon to a house far too excessiveWe found a shotgun pointed by an occupant so aggressiveHe was at war chasing Nazi troops to them all extinguishTablets were given to him for his behaviour to diminish The next posting was to the country to be out aloneGoing off to Whyalla to find myself in my own zoneWe were in the single quarters above the stationHearing prisoners in the cells at night the frustrationFirst day of duty the Iron Curtis launch went downAcross the bay to hit the wharf with a mighty poundFinding out all about local criminals was the dealOf a gang to country towns safes cracked for realTo be out by yourself was new to my life up to thenFinding my way alone meant I had to mould and to bend During an afternoon to a house we were calledNo one answered the door it made us enthralledLook through the window to see a man crawlingA knife sticking in his back a bit crook he was callingInto the locked house we break in the front doorA naked woman sitting a flagon of wine on the floorI did the bastard he deserved what he got she saidHer stated purpose that day was to kill him deadWhen taken to court for a judgement to be givenHe wouldnt give evidence her deed already forgiven There were many times when I knew justice forsakenWhen a punishment did not fit the crime in its makinThree boys took a ride to eight mile creek one nightA drinking bout and an argument started a fightTwo against one was the end result of the meleeThe one beaten to death was the resulted felonyTo court each one was taken to a judgement givenThe adult to prison was his penance to be strivenThe one under 18 years at 28 days for his detentionIt seemed for a life no penalty for societys convention To detect drink drivers was part of our work of courseOne at.043 showed the BAC readings primary sourceAll taking the chance in driving breaking our road ruleOne driver hit a car hard after he was driving like a fool116 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry ArchiveHe was so drunk he didnt know his car was all astrayBehind the steering wheel he still wanted on his wayOne Christmas Eve a family walking together to the shopWhen a drunk driver mounted the kerb and didnt stopHe hit the youngest boy in the line seriously injuring himThe driver said dont arrest me now as the results too grim Gerry was a course mate a smile upon his faceKnocked off his bike by a DUI the terrible wasteThe next was Col when the pressure was realHe took his own life when no hope was his dealLync was on patrol one night at the cars wheelWhen a criminal with a gun his life he did stealAt a Railway Station Dave was protecting them allWhen offenders knife ripped into his chest to befall On traffic duty Gordon stepped out on the roadA speeding offender with malice over him rode For no more or no less that was my whole life spentThe forty years of wearing the blue very quickly wentThere were times when it was too hard for me to bearWhen being alone with the grief of it meant I did careMy life was lived in two halves lived at the same timeOne at home and at work sometimes turning on a dimeHow to reconcile both was always a hard one to chooseIn most things it meant in the end someone would loseIn summation of it all it was only to survive the journeyBut the call may be different by a judgements attorney I look upon these years with some trepidationTo survive it all was one complicated equationWas it me who went there and did those things?The memories of it all in my head so loudly ringsDid it make the right choices in all that I was dealtSome people would not think so or so it was feltFor those that now judge me in my twilight yearsDont understand what happened in hiding my fearsWhen you count the good and the bad to add it all upI think that in the end I from the Lords grail I would supAnd I remember it all..When I was wearing the blue. Paul Warren Poetry117 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive PAUL WARREN118 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry ArchivePolice - Blood On His Chin As a doctor at the Out-patient clinic she diligently worked that dayThere were psychiatric patients lining up with their needs to allayOne waiting hadnt slept and his dealer would not give his drugs awayHe decided to plead his case to the doctor and get the drugs that wayTo cover his bases he put a kitchen knife tucked under his shirtBut she refused the drugs, so he tookthe knife out to her threatening hurt She tried to reason with him but he certainly would not be deniedThere was no mercy in him with 24 stabs at her until she expiredAnd he ran away leaving the bent knife lying in a pool of bloodOther doctors came in to her and tried to stem the bloody floodAn ambulance called came and tried desperately to save her lifePolice were called and started to sort through the troubled strife The radio call came and we knew her story had violently endedShe had left a son whose future life was needed to be comprehendedWe searched around and found the fleeing felon who was already spentHe was convicted of murder and to prison for life he was rightly sentThe memory of it is still with me as these thoughts return today againOf one doctor speaking with me and her blood dripping from his chin. Paul Warren Poetry PAUL WARREN119 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry ArchivePolice - Bring Back My Children She was left all alone as a devastated single parentTo raise her children a trying task became apparentNext a neighbour complained about the untidy houseAnd children running wild at night they did espouseThe situation was too much and couldn't continue as it oughtThe children were taken as leaving them was a danger fraughtThere was a stand-off brewing and welfare called us in againShe ran and locked herself in her bedroom creating such a din. We needed to speak with her about it but did not get very farAnd decided best to wait her out and I saw her window was ajarShe looked asleep and so into the window I carefully climbedWhen I turned in fury the words Get out were all she chimedIn her hand was a knife and she waved it in menace at meAs trapped I was with her and from the room I couldnt fleeI stayed in the room and spoke with her counting out the hourTo gain her trust and make a move before her mood would sour. She wanted a cigarette and so I looked to give her a lightI took a chance grabbing the knife and with her I did fightCalling for help from the others we ended the struggleWe took the knife and into the kitchen we did shuffleWe worked it out on that day but in the end we all must sayFor the family it did not the end the bad times were to stayI was given a police citation for what happened that timeBut not to find a solution to this was our societys crime. Paul Warr