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The Exodus

Good people leave in hordes their troubled land
behind their homes and life built from the sand
a vengeful war is raging, death is rife
the killers have no care for human life.

A place that once belonged to family fare
husband with wife, child played without a care
a gift from God for everyone to dwell
evil has turned it to a living hell.

Innocent child sees torture, rape and more
beheaded man, blood, flesh and gore
it’s etched into their minds, seen night and day
when they should have it in their hearts to play.

But not for them, the joy has long since fled
they have not any home to rest their head
they trudge along through valley, field and road
most of them laden down with heavy load.

Sick and old, man and woman, girl and boy
babies being carried, no glint of joy
heavy burdens hauled to who knows where
No sign of hope just gloom and vacant stare.

One by one borders closing every day
the refugees arrive but turned away
left alone a spectacle to all of us
a desperate and lonely exodus.

© D Marsden 2018

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Oh Well

Someone told me there is no hell
I said there is,
They just said, …oh well!

They've never seen a shanty town
and all the faces-mostly frowns
nor have they seen the poverty and despair
and their tin shacks and vacant glare.

The children have no toys or games
they don't go dancing in the rain
they've never rode on swinging chair
just sit in the blazing sun and stare.

That wretched sun it is so hot
nowhere can I find a pleasant spot
I'll be home tomorrow among the leafy trees
and sit drinking in the English summer breeze.

I'll watch the children on the park
running around and singing like the lark
I'll see my wife and kids as happy as can be
we'll sit and dine and talk, then watch tv.

I'll gaze at the stars and ponder
why is this place I do wonder?

I told someone there is a hell
and he just said… oh well!

© D Marsden 2016
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Repentance

The young boy grew up, wanting much more
burning inside was a decadent fire
he did what he liked and liked what he did
but it wasn’t enough, wanted much higher.

The devil knew this, he offered a deal
I’ll fill your desires to exceed your goal
till your heart’s content, fun, take what you want
but a levy I’ll need, my price is your soul.

How long do I get to taste all life’s dreams?
will you grant me till I’m thirty years old?
the devil he grinned then laughed out so loud
such a large price for a fool to be sold.

Youth and the devil shook hands, the deal was struck
you go on your way, you go and have fun
the man strolled along with great joy and glee
he held his head high, thought life had begun.

The years quickly went, the man had indulged
he took all the pleasures the devil laid out
sat in his dim room with drink in his hand
thirty years, it’s midnight, the clock shouted out

A shadow appeared; a figure so black
a demon approached, I’ve come for your soul
the devil has sent me to collect his due
“please leave me alone, please let me grow old”

You made a pact, you had pleasures abound
you took all you could without much regard
the devil gave out his promise in full
a deal is a deal no matter how hard.

The man fell down on his knees and prayed fast
a frightened boy, his pride all in tatters
please take me away from this journey to hell
oh Lord save my soul, what really matters.

At that point, a bright light, an angel stood
Begone you demon of old, your powers are weak
I come in the devil’s name, the demon said
the man he repents, in God’s name I speak

The devil knows his errand is futile
he has been cheated, a wound to his mark
no torment to please, no suffer of soul
the demon backed off, formed into the dark.

All of the angels in heaven cry out
a chorus sang loud, the way has been paved
the glory of God, how brightly his light
a time to rejoice, a soul has been saved.

© D Marsden 2020

Another Soul is Saved

A stroll through nature’s paradise
an icy breeze in dead of night
full moon’s street lamp across the land
makes a steady stroll so bright
a sound so cold rushes by
night is broken by a fright.

The rustle of the autumn leaves
shaking like silver paper points
an eerie sound to endure
no time to repent or anoint
in flight swiftly through the woods
heart beating faster, straining joints.

A breath encroached on my neck
a groan called out to my fear
I run faster but can’t move
away from hells’ tormented pier
I taste it all, Satan’s deeds
as he whispers in my ear.

Leave me alone I call out
wheezing, gasping on the hoof
I say a prayer while in full flight
to the Mighty Lord above
deliver me from this evil
please send me down your love.

A brilliant white light appeared
a million stars on command
a hoard of angels stand their ground
numbered like the grains of sand
the devil and his advocates
lay down their defeated hand.

The Yellow and Black Polka Dot Pumpkin

Far far away on some distant dry land
coiled up like a spring in my polka skin
staring over the sea and velvet sand
a reptile in me, lying deep within
anchored silently in an eastern breeze
sitting, waiting, hoping for turn or spin.

All dumb and docile but for instinct
silently waiting, ready to announce
still but for a ripple of shiny scales
hunger driving me to an eager pounce
another day of life I could endure
if only a morsel crawled, a tiny ounce.

The hot yellow sun supports us both
the land, the sea, our home, Japan and me
waiting for the tide of opportune to turn
my hunger pangs once more set free
soon the precious light will fade away
my eyes no longer sense the prey
tomorrow I’ll hunger for one last day.

William

William is a hammer man

doesn’t talk much some don’t think he can

he is kind of quiet and shy

if he speaks at all he’ll just says hi.

.

He likes to paint and draw

but most things are just a bore

when asleep he doesn’t bother snoring

simply because he finds it boring.

.

Doesn’t eat much just picks like a mite

but when he gets mad, he likes to bite

his sister sometimes makes him reel

then her arm is his favourite meal.

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He can be really busy so to speak

being a beaver once a week

toasting marshmallows all gathered around

when they are done, he gobbles them down.

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In the morn it’s a school day

Leave me to sleep Bill will say

When the bell rings he gets in line

he’s sat at his desk by quarter to nine

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At twenty past three he’s in a good mood

can’t wait to go for his favourite food

cookie dough pie, a cake or a bun

hurry up granddad, come on let’s run.

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At night he settles down eating sweets

While watching TV in his favourite seat

Later he’ll go to bed and dream

Of biscuits and cake and his favourite ice-cream.

.

It’s morning again, Saturday that’s great

stays in bed a little late

then gets to play with his toys

racing cars, he’s one of the boys.

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Troy

You lived a life hard and fast

          didn’t slow down to take a breath

          but knew it couldn’t last

          suffered a fate worse than death.

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          No escape from routine torment

          just trapped in endless time

          suddenly, you were set free

          by fates twisted rhyme,

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          to enjoy life once again

          no more the dreaded pill

          life in another world

          where pain and suffering are nil.

.

          United with a family past

          no more to grow sick or old

          a place of lasting peace and joy

          a place where only happiness beholds.

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          Your journey reached its final end

          as you entered through the door

          the darkness of the soul destroyed

          Your light will shine forever more.

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The Tree

By Beryl Marsden

The wind did blow all through the night

with such a howling sound

it shook the trees until the leaves

were scattered all around.

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Some trees withstood the blusterous wind

but others although they tried

could not withhold their elegant pose

and stumbled to the ground.

.

No more standing tall and strong

amongst the other trees

no more to feel the sun

shine upon its golden leaves.

.

No more to stretch its branches

out, for birds to rest upon

to build their nests and lay their eggs

and sing their morning song.

.

It saw out many winters

with frost and snow and rain

and in the spring the buds appeared

and leaves grew once again.

.

The summer fruit and leaves so green,

glistening in the sun.

But then the autumn comes again

and all the leaves are gone.

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For many years it stood so tall

and now it`s sad to see

its broken trunk just lying there

no more the strong tall tree.

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B Marsden 2017

BARB

Departed from this life for journey new

into the light you went without a care

guided by love to take you on your way

your son never forgot the love you share.

.

He came to take your hand and lead you on

to where the sun will shine for evermore

the pain and suffering you had has gone

when at his house he opened up the door.

.

You left behind a trail of lonely hearts

who’s lives you touched along your path of love

Peace finds its way into our souls at last

knowing you are with your loved ones above.

ARABELLA

Arabella is a quiet little child

she often likes to dance, but then goes wild

she likes to do cartwheels across the floor

running fast, jumping, handstands and lots more.

‘ Goes to the cinema and don’t sit still

not like her well behaved, young brother Bill

she shouts and screams when mummy is on the phone

she colours in pictures, all on her own.

She makes Bill cry, scream, shout and bite

but sometimes she can be very polite

she says thank you and please most of the time

when teacher calls to her she gets in line.

She can do sums, puzzles, and read and write,

plays games and watches tv every night

sometimes she spins around to do a twirl

Arabella is a lovely little girl.

A.J.

A door has opened and you passed through

 to a place free from pain and suffering

 a place of peace and joy

 a place with old acquaintances.

We cannot follow because it is not our turn,

we have to wait, but a lifetime isn’t very long.

The second lifetime lasts for all eternity,

enjoy your new life AJ……..

New Kid in Town

Its all over the streets
there`s a new kid in town
Nitrous Oxide or hippy crack
it`s making the old hippies frown
"we couldn`t have had it like this
is this the new high? what`s going down?

Come get your dreams the devil shouts
here on the shelves is the new fix
cheaper than chips at half the price
come on in and come get your kicks
why wait for life, another dream?
let your blank mind teach you new tricks.

The humour isnt real at all
outside the dream no-one will laugh
a brain shrinks or does it expand?
a desperate call, lifes a reel gas
a giggle here wears a false smile
is it real? How long will it last?

A public discusted, they cuss
from everyone so many frowns
the elders know better, they think
why is there so many clowns
cry out, deserve what they get
when they see coffins going down.
Walkers and joggers and cyclists
everyone wants to get fitter
complaining of society
through bottles, cartons and litter
always someone`s problem not theirs
and now its those tubes that glitter.

In towns and cities and rural
gutters, hedgerows, verges awash
the green and pleasant land of home
decorated with all this mosh
no resources to tidy up
they think, such a waste of dosh.




It wasnt hard to take away jobs
but what of the anguish and pain?
no hope, no life, no future to see
whats going through the kids` brain
a feeling of loss and despair
after all, what have they to gain?



Make sure youre fast next time youre out
or better still why not wear shades
dont want youth spoiling your time
its here so just look away
its all ours, society`s mess
will be swept up, just not today.
Taken away, their goals in life
no more jobs keeping them sane
a cattle market has returned
give them low pay, heartache and pain
the dominant beast keeps them down
look beyond, the rich win again.
Dont judge by what you cant see
look all around, not on the ground
this isn`t their number one choice
in truth society has drowned
Satan took hold when hearts ran cold
and now there`s a new kid in town.

D Marsden © 2021