May and June 2016 Freedom theme poetry wall

12 Pages·2016·0.21 MB·English

by  Sally Carter

DRUMS OF FREEDOM

The battle drums have sounded in the battlefields of time
where a million soldiers set the score in the battlefield of rhyme
where the orders were to one and all each free man the same
as they marched through many continents to spread the freedom reign

The music it was awesome and the lyrics they were mean
a thousand voiced joined the band as they marched on Halloween
the conscripts they were joyful and glory filled their lips
as they headed out to hell that day and took on the freedom blitz

They left behind their lovers, mothers, daughters to the score
as they counted all their blessings in another foolish war
the medals they were crafted and the papers they were writ
last love letters to their loved ones in another battle shift

The song smiths wrote the words of rhyme in another solemn rift
their widows cried in anguish and the flags were all adrift
like the gravestones and the epitaphs to another soldiers vine
the bugle post was sounded and the general went for tea
another war was ended
in an age of victories

Ray Wills

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THE TRUMP CARD

He played his trump card at the wedding but nobody came to call
where arrogance and ignorance were lost upon the shore
the shallow minds of men and beasts were there for all to see
shame and horrors set in stone for all humanity

The world was shocked and mortified when the horrors came to call
like intruders in the party night with their backs against the wall
the death wish bell it sounded out and the people came to pray
upon the shores of liberties so many miles away

The crowds were numbered for no one yet to see
the visions of a drowning world lost in poverty
the refugees were waiting for the souls of the world to awake
like Dante in the underworld the trump card turned and spake

The countless wars and godless praise was ushered in the wind
where soulless souls were hidden in their world of mortal sins
the books were read and prophets spoke of peace and love divine
but the words were lost in rhetoric within the ranks of time

Ray Wills

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Freedom

I do not do it, since I never have
I do not do it, because I do not dare
I do not do it, not sure of how
I do not do it, as I will fail, I often do.

I do not do it, no action's safer
I do not do it, they will shout
I do not do it, I'll look silly
I do not do it, I must please!

I do not do it, I've tried before
I do not do it, it will never work
I do not do it, others better can decide
I do not do it, who am I to try?

In time it dawns, the choice to be stuck is mine
In time it dawns, the binding chains are not real
In time it dawns, the permission I need comes from me
In time it dawns, the step to freedom is a breath away.

Steve Annandale
May 2016
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SHIFTING SANDS

I stand on the sand
It sifts through my toes
Is it free to go wherever it goes?
It is blown by the wind
Lifted up and away
Or dragged back to sea
Back to where it once lay?

I look over the waves
Wonder where I might go
Across the miles
To a land I don’t know?
I’ve seen the pictures
Of mountains and trees
And deserts of sand blown by the breeze.

Are we all but grains of sand
Blown by the wind of circumstance
Or dragged into deep waters
Our lives guided only by chance?
Sometimes we choose which path to go
But how do we choose,
Will we ever know?

R J A PIKE

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Victim of Conflict
Walking away
walking slow
walking to somewhere
a place I don't know
Strangers in front
strangers behind
strangers without words
no friend do I find
No-one to listen
no-one to cry
no-one to comfort
as I alone lie
Little possessions
little to own
little to cover
right down to the bone
Dust in my eyes
dust in my hair
dust on my clothing
not much do I wear
Feet that are weary
feet that are worn
feet after miles
all battered and torn
Crossing the border
crossing the line
crossing this wilderness
where is the sign
Searching for peace
searching for home
when I have found it
no more shall I roam

Written by Judy Clegg
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Freedom

The first whiff of sea air, accompanied by
A seagull’s cry.
The blast of heat like a sauna knocking you back
From the Airport tarmac.
The first morning without being woken by the bleeping
No more timekeeping.
Evenings eating and laughing, stars lighting the sky
Fireflies flickering nearby.
Whole days oblivious of the influence of creeping time
Freedom sublime.

That one last brandy, the two extra candies, factor 20 kept handy
I’m here now, sun tan me.

Wandering bright dusty town streets, mysteriously winding
Unspoiled scene finding.
Quietly watching the sun set in pink and orange conflagration
Perfect vacation.
Communing kindly with loved ones at natural paces
Smiling faces.
Discovering a favourite place making enchanting memories
Offering sanctuary.
Retreating from work, stress, chores and chains that bind tight
Entering the light.

No particular hurry, no reason to scurry, especially don’t worry
Freedom recovery.

Teresa Barton
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Footsteps
Those footsteps in the sand
Oh how I would love to step in each one and walk and feel the sand of time trickle
through my toes.
It seems so long ago that I had the freedom just to be me
For it's within the shadow of M.E
I live my life and sometimes freedom does not come easy.
I try to use the power of thought to over come the pain of not having the freedom I de-
sire
Tis not always easy for the hands of time run so fast and that feeling I had when I was
young is disappearing oh so fast.
But one day with the courage of a lion in my heart I hope I will have my freedom back
and just be me and dance until the moon falls from the sky.

Pauline Price

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Freedom
They walk to find their freedom
With pain etched in their hearts
They cry no tears of sorrow
For they need all their strength to just be.
Tis so sad to watch them in despair
Makes ones heart cry for them
But one hopes they find the freedom to have a life where they can smile
To be able to enjoy all the small pleasures that having freedom can give,
One wishes them well
And hope through all their trying times they find the dream they are looking for
Tis sad to think that the freedom that they crave has seen so many taken early to their graves
And I as one can only pray for them and hope soon the pain that is in their eyes disappears
and again they can find the freedom to just live.

Pauline Price
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FREEDOM

Freedom gives me choice
What to think
What to wear
What to eat
Where to go
How to behave
Who to love
Who to please
Freedom in England
Gives a choice
In politics
In Faith
In Careers
In hair colour
In sports
In world travel

Tina Stone

FREEDOM
Freedom can lift the Soul or confuse
Anything is possible
Motivation to do anything can slip away

Freedom can give you the choice of doing absolutely nothing
When we have freedom sadly we do not cherish it
Until it is taken away

Try to imagine No choice, restriction, oppression
Then rejoice in your freedom NOW

Tina Stone
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FREEDOM

Free are the birds that fly the blue skies
Free are the words that are spoken as lies
On the battle front so much hurt and pain
Many lives given never to be lived again

Pray for peace the whole world through
Stop futile wars do whatever you must do
Teach us to be loving forever loyal and true
To appreciate the world and the skies of blue

Make life serene for all those children who
See life as God's gift not to trample through
Let's all be united and free across the world
Fight for Peace and let Freedom be the word

Patricia Taylor
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