guy lipmore Poems

So the vote was done,
In the Scottish referendum.
Fifty five per cent reject,
The ‘Yes’ voters accept.
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Just a simple game of Monopoly,
Over seven hours of 'fun' for the family.
A bloody trouncing they got on the night,
Blew them out of sight.
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It is hard to believe,
That it’s new years’ eve.
Twelve months gone by already,
Passed away to history.
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As sure as the sun shines down,
And a candle burns a flame.
As sure as night and day comes around,
And a forest needs rain.
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Thoughts in his head,
Words cannot be said.
Unable to communicate,
Continued to anger and frustrate.
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King and Country.

So war was declared,
The fervour, almost all shared.
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‘Dead Man Working’.

Wacky ‘out of the box’ or sincere,
No rules or set criteria.
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Vehicles full of Hi-Tec,
Tornados or twisters they detect.
Cars with armoured plating,
Some with turrets and grating.
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It was April twenty,
A day of reckoning and of infamy.
The year was nineteen fourteen,
Unfolding terror and finally a tragic scene.
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Each party promoted and appealed,
Promising a different deal.
Each vying for your votes,
Trying to ‘guarantee’ your hopes!
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