Remember me as you pass by,
As you are now, so once was I,
As I am now, so you will be,
Prepare for death and follow me.
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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
A NEW Alice in Wonderland Story
A NEW
ALICE IN WONDERLAND
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Alice in Wonderland on Top of the World
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Aer Lingus Concorde
Aer Lingus Concorde
IT NEVER HAPPENED
Here is a different – what might have been – take on an Aer Lingus Concorde.
Sunshine Days
Sunshine Days
Sunshine, warmth; it feels so good,
Healing rays sent down from God,
I might live forever if it were always, so.
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AS LONG AS YOU ENJOY READING MY STORIES.
Normal People
Normal People
What is normal, I ask of you?
Why does everyone aspire, of this, to do?
Why can’t they stop and think again,
Then reject normality, both women and men?
Why do they follow like cattle so do?
I am sure they know it, know that it’s true.
Perhaps doing this gives them peace of mind,
Or perhaps it lessens their daily grind,
Pain, however, MUST be met head on,
It is only by doing so can we hope to move on.
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Stories for children and young at heart adults
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as long as you enjoy reading my stories
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Cola Blue
Cola Blue
It’s new; cola BLUE,
An icy mint flavour,
Made especially for you!
Are you willing, are you game,
To break the taboo,
Of drinking anything other than THAT cola, yes you!
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Forget red and the white,
The new colour is blue,
I knew you would try it,
Icy cold Blue.
It’s cool and it’s bright,
A minty delight,
Drink Cola Blue,
Made especially for you!
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Stories for children and young at heart adults
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The Flintstones get a phone call from the Crazymad Writer
The Flintstones get a phone call from the Crazymad Writer.
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No Trespassing
No trespassing, that’s what the words read,
No trespassing, it’s what the sign said,
As I approached the gate upon which it was on,
The words, no trespassing, dared me to come on.
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A voice in my head told me to ignore it, that sign,
It said there was something exciting to find,
In the field behind them, gate and its sign,
Are you afraid, the voice asked, or do you think I am lying?
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No, I am not afraid, I answered it back,
My gut feeling, though, tells me to shy away from this tack,
Are you man or a mouse? It said mocking me so,
I am a man, I answered, a man on the go.
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So I climbed over the gate and stepped into that field,
A green, luscious sward that was ever so still,
Seeing nothing at all, there, other than grass,
I wondered, yes wondered, where it was at.
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Suddenly, startlingly, I heard a snort and a wheeze,
Then I saw it, a bull galloping towards me,
So I darted away from it as fast as I could,
And clambered back over that gate made of wood.
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The moral of my story, my scary story, is this,
When out in the country give gates a miss,
Don’t listen to voices inside your head,
Stick to your gut feeling, it’s safer, instead.
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as long as you enjoy reading my stories
Don’t be Like Sheep
Don’t be like sheep that creep half asleep,
Each and every day of their lives,
Believing what is said, drummed into their heads,
By those in control, selling lies.
Instead, use your head, and question what is said,
By those who think they can guide,
You with dreams, consumer items and things,
To distract you from what is inside,
Inside of us all, potential so tall,
The power of the Universe, it’s true,
So look deep inside and search for the light,
Of Creation; waiting there especially for you.
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I don’t care what you call me
as long as you enjoy reading my stories
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The Crazymad Writer Writes Again 