Paul Warren Poems

What is there left but to put down my gun?
To know that my duty has been finally done
The uniform on me shows an older man's figure
My last posting shows that I had some rigour
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“Alea iacta est”
Or does it mean lest
Once you have looked at it
It will be right and it will fit
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Don’t get off the boat
There are tigers out there of note
On the boat it’s safe and sound
Out there it is danger so profound
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On August 16,1977 I was in bed listening to the radio music play
I had been on afternoon shift which meant a longer bed stay
All at once the music stopped and a news flash did occur
Elvis was found dead on the bathroom floor as they did infer
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I have finally decided to have my say
I have heard others take a stand this way
To use words to stand for something is right
Sometimes it is the only way to take up a fight
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Everything needs a name I would propose to think
So that in a category these musings can have a link
I have thought it through and a modern name it needs
As it goes together in a theme that feeds
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Do you remember sitting in a dark Friday Night
When Deadly Earnest was an awesome sight
He would host a B-movie feast at that time
And we would find them all just fine
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We are so serious about some things
But when do really know what it truly brings
We weren’t a country until the ANZAC sacrifice
Every death that has occurred is enough to suffice
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At my desk today and I see the inbox piled in display
The folders are colour coded for ease without dismay
The blue ones carefully numbered aren’t so bad
But the written reports required can make you sad
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It was an ordinary morning at the Salisbury Interchange
People going to work or study, there was nothing strange
But one lady knew there was something wrong
A man she had noticed before and was looking strong
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