May 4, 2017



We have countries
In the blip of our world
In the universe who have / had
Little or no regard
For other countries’ customs / culture

These countries have demonstrated
Personal entitlement

  • borders
  • resources
  • religions

From time immemorial.

And very little has changed
Apart from a feeble,
Ongoing attempt
By a League of Nations
Headed by a well known
World identity

Bi-annually plucked
From a list of other well-knowns
To head this toothless tiger
Of a now United Nations Assembly
In enforcing humanitarian values
On planet earth

People who are equally intent
On forcing their greed for power and prosperity

  • machete,
  • machine gun and
  • guided atomic missiles

On other planet earth people.

In this flurry of misadventure,
Toe-to-toe situations
Have escalated
To full on

The distasteful word War,
Has been watered down,
In an attempt to camouflage
The reality of murder
And mayhem
That exists
Amongst our many;

  • lunatic,
  • greedy,
  • feeble


Mind’s eye attempt at management.
Which in many cases
Has proved no less
Than an ego-based race
In property development

And baseless congratulatory speeches
Blurring public service time
In a haze of smog
Shielding the reality
Of their handing-over
(A hollow, clanging baton)
To the next ineffectual leaders
Commencement of equally-ineffective
Time in office.

JT “May the 4th Be With You”

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April 24, 2017

Some Made it Home

Some Made it Home

Wheat crops roll out endlessly,
France across to Rome,
interspersed with monuments,
battles fought out far from home.

Clustered on a hill slope
in regimental lines, remembrance
crosses clearly mark
those didn’t make it home.

Tended lawns and garden,
guides describe the battle plan
as every paddocks horrors
told across this gentle land.

Shellfire ripped asunder,
trench warfare first-hand,
agricultural harmony
smashed by war’s mailed hand.

Armistice rolled slowly fore,
decisive battles plot the course,
farmers plough along the trenches,
reshaping bombed out cratered stretches.

Harmony returns at last,
sign posted by long lines of crosses,
in regimental fighting squares,
poised on hillsides gazing out.

Missed the ride, some made home.

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May 14, 2016

Lest We Forget

Lest We Forget

We know how to fight
And we celebrate

Celebrating our losses after each valiant test.
On front lines forever
In a world in a mess

Celebrating our losses
After each valiant test.

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April 17, 2016

Over the Top

Over the Top

They shot ’em at Gallipoli
Young blokes not near their prime
Mowed ’em down like mongrel dogs
Leadership left far behind

Lost in lifetimes endless rush
of monetary gain.
And as the wheel of life revolves
the dead stack up again

They shot ’em at Gallipoli
They shot ’em on the Somme
Their leaders camped up well behind.
Front lines they fought and won

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May 8, 2015

Peel Back the Layers

There was a time
There were some fights;
Not for fun – maybe not right;
Simply fighting to survive,
Surviving in a way few knew:
Uncomplicated, unrestrained
Open road on life’s highways,
Hard on your heels,
A baying pack,
Bail up quarry;
Want ’em back,
Back from the ranges and gullies behind
Out from craggy mountain divides.

Bad times making sad times,
Bad times getting worse.
Tunnel light flicks, almost lost.

Laugh down the barrel,
Dare ’em to shoot,
Advisin’ ’em gently
To shoot straight and true;
Otherwise, eternity’s racing at you

Peel back the layers
Of callous and grime,
Peel back the layers
On muscle and mind,
Unfolding a collage
Of people and times.

Searching for something,
Perhaps the next ride,
Fixed on a carousel,
Steam building inside.

Massage on muscle,
Unlayering minds.
Wheeling, rotating,
Thrusting in line.
Music exhales,
Notes catch and unwind,
Swirl in the breeze,
Notes caught in a mind.

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Some Made it Home
Lest We Forget
Over the Top
Peel Back the Layers