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She heard the bell, the bike, the knock
She trembled with her state of shock
As there beyond the wooden door
A boy in blue, fourteen, or more
Whom stood below the steps two deep
As she felt her body build to weep
She pulled the door and there he was
He stood forlorn because because
The slip of paper ended life
How could she cope, the poor dear wife
He stuttered with a morning greet
She stood so silent dressed so neat
When time stood still, he passed the note
The telegram, the standard quote
She grasped it tightly in her hand
Then gazed across to foreign land
She closed the door and sank to knees
I hope he’s missing, oh God, please
She placed it on the mantle piece
Left it closed with neatened crease
That’s where it stayed until she died
That’s what she held those times she cried
A message that she wouldn’t read
As that would bring a ghastly need
To mourn and hate that dreadful war
Where many families lost much more
She’s buried now, it’s in her hand
That sorrowed note, still crisp and grand
Her life had been of pain and joy
She so adored her eldest boy

©️KarlTearney

The rainbows chase the rain away
The sea turns rock to sand
The plants create our oxygen
One third of earth is land
The moon helps tides to ebb and flow
The sun brings warming light
The bumble bee can pollinate
Whilst sharks see black and white
Some whales can live 200 years
Some trees a thousand more
Giraffes are quieter than mice
The lions the loudest roar
Snowflakes bring us pain and joy
A howling winds a gale
The northern lights are beautiful
Whilst deserts seem so pale
The hottest things a lightning bolt
Much hotter than the sun
So many facts, so little time
But what has mankind done?

©️KarlTearney

Fractured journeys, fractured hearts
Our Queen of Hearts no more
As carriage, hoof, and ammo boot
They’re journey not before
Where words, and thoughts envelope deed
As angels now descend
To take her to the right of God
To help us heal and mend
So, as the sun sets on this day
When silence breaks to noise
Let’s all rejoice her life of love
And marvel at our joys
At all the comfort from her voice
Her smile of happy ease
God bless you our dear Lizabeth
God bless and rest in peace

©️KarlTearney

In the most unlikely of places and the most unlikely of times, I felt it
The moment of touch that I had long forgot
It lit up every bone, even in the sanctuary of my heart
Light shone like it had only moments before, but yet so long ago
Awakening once timid butterflies, to flutter in neon light
Nerve endings danced in delight and filled the vacuum of my brain with energy
Thoughts were whirling around like a mass of burning stars
Yet they always came back to that touch
Not a physical touch, an emotional touch, one I’d long thought lost
I cried, I cried because I had wanted it for so long

©️KarlTearney

The cable covers weathered worn
The wires are bare to air
The Earth now seems so very old
The live shows signs of wear

Each joint is hanging by a thread
The wires briefly spark
The fuse now breaks inside the glass
Then in comes darkest dark

©️KarlTearney

Everywhere the darkened grey
Amidst the burning fire
As everything they ever knew
Now fuels the dreadful pyre
Because when hell comes from the deep
With noise that knows no shame
The dreadful days last evermore
Amidst the snipers aim
As fuel and food have long since gone
Where basements lack in air
The misery of wanting God
To end this deep despair
Because they wait amongst their friends
All frightened of the red
As letters, banners, flags and more
Turn lifelong into dead
As smoking mist now creeps along
It’s journey on the breeze
Behind it brings another fear
The fear of wars disease
Along with noise of metal tracks
Beside the engines roar
The soldier’s footsteps everywhere
That mark this dreadful war
It’s solitude that breaks the heart
The emptiness of love
As hell itself is whirling round
Upon the ground above
Whilst nothing seems to stem the tide
It’s difficult to cope
Because the demon dogs of war
Extinguish thoughts of hope

©️KarlTearney

Once again where East meets West
Metallic clouds descend
Where power is the driving force
Where will the despot end
As metal shards tear into flesh
The mass of endings cruel
As time and time and time again
One man lays claim to rule
But in the west we hold the blame
Our liberal doors ajar
Because the twitching eyes look on
They’ve watched us from afar
So sit at home with your pronouns
Then talk of dreadful fear
As what we are is what’s at fault
The jealous man’s austere

©️KarlTearney