roy may Poems
|1.||The Epitaph Of An Unbeliever||4/26/2011|
|2.||Who Are You?||4/26/2011|
|4.||Staring Into The Mist||4/26/2011|
|7.||This Slimming Lark||4/26/2011|
|11.||Why Do We Write?||4/27/2011|
|13.||The Menu That Built The Empire||4/27/2011|
|18.||The Vanishing Skylark||4/27/2011|
|19.||Under The Old Red Duster (The Flag Of The British Merchant Navy)||4/26/2011|
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Don’t you sometimes think it odd
That wars are fought in the name of God?
Behind religion armies hide
Claiming God is on their side
But what is even stranger still
The Gods tell us we must not kill
Yet we strive with all our might
To prove that only our Gods right
And of the others there’s no doubt
Our Gods say we should wipe them out
All religion beneath the sun
Believes that it’s the only one
To whom mankind should kneel and pray
So to these ends we wound and slay
Since the very dawn of time
In Gods name we commit this ...
The pen is greater than the sword or so it’s often said.
A poet’s word still stirs the heart long after he is dead.
The 'Elegy' of Thomas Gray can still provoke a thought.
And Campbell’s 'Ullin’s Daughter' proves that anger gains you nought.
What of the tales of Highwaymen that Alfred Noyes wrote,
We all felt sorry for the man with lace bunched at his throat.
Omar Khayyam’s finger writes and having writ moves on.
But still his clever verse delights long after he has gone.