It's only right we should cheer ourselves up

when hearing of the death of innocents,

of those fresh from the womb,

and of those who have outstayed their welcome

through age; of those who were

in the way of someone's plans

through strife, moving objects,

gun or knife, it's only right.


It's only right we should feel guilty

though innocent ourselves, for who would not

rather be here than dragged off to uncertainty.

So let's raise a glass, or two or three or four,

as we cheer ourselves up a little bit more.

It could have been one of us after all,

it's only right.




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Fri 18th Jan 2019 16:22

Hi David. I appreciate your experience in the field and how it has coloured your perspective; those that will listen may learn , but to what avail? Life threatening events can or should be life enhancing but who can say . My poem was a dig at the sofa psychologists and those who pretend depth of caring as if it was an ingredient in a selected meal.

I'm sure by now that the moderators have run out of moderating capacity too. We'll have to see whether poetry itself is on trial and found guilty through lack of discrimination.( Another word that has been hijacked). A mind that is discriminating makes true choices.

Hi Big Sal, Thanks for the glowing report!

Hi Jennifer; we are a curious lot aren't we, but learning is better. I expect there are many who would prefer to open their paper today to find carnage instead of someone walking.

Thanks all!

Rich, Jon, Anya and Becky thanks for the likes!

jennifer Malden

Thu 17th Jan 2019 14:44

Great writing as usual. We have become anaesthesized to horror through seeing it every day on the net or on TV. Also here anyway our newsreaders pile it on -' burnt to death in their car' -' stabbed 45 times' etc. Do they need to be so explicit? What effect must this have on the people who loved them? Today they were talking about an assassination of years ago, and they had to show the poor victim bloodily dead in his car. If that gets them a bigger audience we are really in a bad way. There is no compassion any more.


Big Sal

Wed 16th Jan 2019 16:25

A torch too heavy, but just a candle too bright.

I always enjoy your 2 stanza pieces, Ray. It's like unfolding a chapbook per, and in the end we're all better off for it.

Constantly developing, forever improving.🙌

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M.C. Newberry

Wed 16th Jan 2019 15:56

Very briefly -
It's right that we should sympathise
With those who've missed life's bus;
Yet thinking, as we avert our eyes -
Thank god that it's not us.

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Wolfgar Miere

Tue 15th Jan 2019 22:54

Rather them than us Ray, what a sad state of affairs that state of mind is.

It's easy to do when done through the prism of TV or some social media site, to see a stiff laid out on a pavement or watch a terrorist get whacked via drone footage.

Forgive me this...please. The last time the Talibs tried to kill me and my friends was in 2016 (you know this...I know) they blew the shit out of our compound at 0130hrs in the morning...I spent most of the following hours running around in my boots and underpants (after I'd dug myself out of the debris of my room) seven hours later after a prolonged gun battle six of those fuckers were dead and me and all my mates were still alive. A local who worked with us and who had liaised with the Afghan QRF went outside the compound and photographed the pigs who had tried to kill us, they were in varying degrees of dismemberment..some without heads some without limbs having been RPG'd by Afghan forces outside our wall. I remember looking at them and do you feel now C---s? how are your 72 virgins's that working out for you. Seeing their pathetic corpses pleased me because I was thinking of my son growing up without me his dad...and you know what I couldn't give a fuck for them..I'd have pissed on them if they'd dragged their scum corpses into the compound.

As it was they had been taken out by a Norwegian sniper attached to the Afghan QRF...because those idiots can't shoot straight....I shook his hand and brought him a drink two weeks later, he was lucky to get to shoot the pigs...the only reason we couldn't was because they were up against the wall and our drone couldn't see the idiots...honestly I wish I could have pulled the trigger.

I think that is the actual reality of what your poem alludes to...horrible isn't it...reality usually is in my experience.

Of course some prefer the fantasy and don't recognise bullshit when they see's beginning to piss me off...the walters on this site are breeding rapidly their narcissism and sycophancy knows no bounds, (it should be challenged but people won't...time someone did) the real people are leaving in droves.

People can't differentiate between truth and bullshit anymore...the truth comes from the person who tells them what they want to sad is that. I could tear into some of the Walters on this site right now...but I think I'll do it in a more calculated way when they least expect it and from an angle they just won't see coming.

PS everyone...say what you like I think the moderators are off making tea, but maybe they'll make an exception for me. Break time must be nearly over by now, surely.


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