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The Peace Poem
The Peace Poem
By John Denver
There’s a name for war and killing
there’s a name for giving in
when you know another answer
for me the name is sin
but there’s still time to turn around
and make all hatred cease
and give another name to living
and we could call it peace
And peace would be the road we walk
each step along the way
and peace would be the way we work
and peace the way we play
And in all we see that’s different
and in all the things we know
peace would be the way we look
and peace the way we grow
There’s a name for separation
there’s a name for first and last
when it’s all for us or nothing
for me the name is past
but there’s still time to turn around
and make all hatred cease
and give a name to all the future
and we could call it peace
And if peace is what we pray for
and peace is what we give
then peace will be the way we are
and peace the way we live
Yes there still is the time to turn around
and make all hatred cease
and give another name to living
and we can call it peace
Noddy and Big ears were out driving one day
Noddy and Big Ears were out driving one day
Noddy and Big ears were out driving one day,
When they heard that poor Golliwog, he just could not stay,
He’s politically incorrect, they were told by their peers,
Golliwog must go; do we make ourselves clear?
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Golliwog must go, but how can that be?
He is our dear friend; it just cannot be!
We have had such good times with him and his kin,
Golliwog, you stay, they said with a grin.
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Leaning down harder on Noddy and friend,
Their peers chastised them with their words once again,
The powers that be say he is not good for the land,
Or the people within it: Golliwog is banned!
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Golliwog is banned? Now we know that you’re bad,
Said Noddy and Big Ears, (they were getting quite mad),
To punish our friend, to exile him in disgrace,
Just because of his skin and the look of his face!
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Fighting back harder, Noddy and Big Ears they sang,
We’ll bring you to court, the highest in the land,
We’ll tell then you are racist, for denying our friend,
Our dearest friend, Golliwog, because of his skin.
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Aghast and bamboozled that their case it was lost,
Their peers relinquished their grip on the fiendish old plot,
Okay, she said, Golliwog can stay,
Hurray, Noddy cheered, come on, let’s play!
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Every Lidl Helps
I saw this today, and thought you might enjoy seeing it.
Every Little Helps
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Originally Intended for Publication on April 1st
Originally Intended for Publication on April 1st
The other day I heard the Earth was flat,
That all these years it’s been like a mat,
That you hardly see or notice there,
Until you are told the Earth is square.
If it is square then I am sure,
What I have learned was oh-so-flawed.
But perhaps it’s all a dream of sorts,
And when I awake all will be as before,
And if it’s not then I must learn,
Not to walk too far lest I fall off the edge.
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Oh to Have Legs (a slug’s prayer)
Oh to have legs like insects and things,
To walk on all fours is something I dream,
Or even just two, like HU-MAN THEINGS.
Would make me so happy, would realise my dreams
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I dream of the day, I grow legs and see,
What it feels like to walk, not slime so lowly,
You see, I am a poor slug with no legs at all,
A garbled old thing, just slime and slow drawl.
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Now don’t get me wrong it’s not all bad, I confess,
There are some perks living in a damp mess,
But I cannot help wonder about legs, I admit,
Oh lord give me legs, be it two, four or six.
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Are You Normal?
Are you normal?
Are you normal?
Do you want to be,
A faceless person in a heaving sea,
With no aims, ambitions, dreams or goals,
Just happily plodding along that road?
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Are you slowly dying?
Don’t you feel the magic of each new day,
The sounds of laughter as children play,
The warmth of the sun on your back, so good,
The song of birds, the smell of wood?
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Are you passing time?
Don’t you wonder at the sky, so blue?
The start and end so vague to you.
I hear you say, ‘I am happy, still,’
So too is an ant that has no will.
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Wake up, wake up!
It’s not too late,
There still is time to change your fate,
Renounce the normal, do something MAD,
Shock them all create a fad.
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Be yourself, alive with goals,
With dreams and wonders still untold,
Exult this life in your distinctive way,
It’s yours alone; you must have your say,
Lest you slip into oblivion without a trace (left behind).
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