Wrighty Bites It Over Blighty.

Day had just begun, tea and sticky bun.
Glum news brung, from mum.
‘Wrighty''Dog Fight', didn't return from.
The Hun had again'stung', oh'that Hun,
He's not dumb, a web he'd spun.
That cunning Hun, unfair he'd become.
Using the sun, blind our chaps then stun.
Firing upon our sons with his Saxon cannon.

'Reminisce'in the'mess'thoughts come,
Us and them, our 'Spit' bloody awesome,
Their 'Messerschmitt'in comparison, rather cumbersome.

It's no fun, makes one sick in the tum,
When one is one the run from the Hun.
Tell you son, coming from the Sun,
Yes trying to shun the scum Hun.
Before one gets undone,
Trying to shoot one in one's bum,
With his big gun.

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Example of....?

Gary McKinnon, searching for proof, from under his London roof.
For U.F.O.s and 'Aliens', U.S.A. want to extradite for his crimes.
Hacked into their computer systems, causing them 'problems'.
With relative ease, their 'pride' he did squeeze.

Extradition to the U.S.A, rules not same for the U.K.
They, no evidence really required, all one sided.
All our courts rejected his appeal, 'hidden' agenda to conceal?
Plus the European court, his case still being fought.

That extradition 'treaty', is a joke, a travesty
Yes he caused them embarrassment, for our and their government.!
He admits he did wrong, accessing data from NASA and the Pentagon.
Millions of dollars of 'damage' done, McKinnon denies that sum!
He could face sixty years in prison, if extradited to them,
A crime has been done, however he hasn't 'murdered' anyone!
They shouldn't demonize and try to prosecute, but should utilize his skills and recruit.

The Brit' a 'terrorist' he's been branded, left out and stranded.
The U.S simply lost face, the treaty doesn't represent true justice.

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Doctor Of Death.

Figure of respect,
You never would suspect.
Never question your local G.P.!
‘Pillar' of the community.

‘Grooming' the patients for the ‘kill',
House calls trust he would instil.
Own practice on the high street,
More ‘victims' to meet.
Killing in mind, so methodical,
Lethal injection, so clinical.

Each life took by way of Morphine,
Each one fuelling his fantasy, so obscene.

Covering tracks, records falsified,
Never an autopsy when they died.
All ‘natural'causes, he would profess
He was always the last ‘witness'.

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X-File

Biking home, all alone.
‘Black' ice, at night.
Wheels gave way, didn't stop.
‘Handle-Bars' over the top.
Wrists ‘bent' and hurt,
Face grazed with blood and dirt.
Couple of days, go for X. RAYS.
They did detect, ‘needle' like object.
In my right wrist, was there something I had missed?
I was in ‘confused shock', yes took aback.

Recalling the accident, only the face did blood ‘vent'.
No other puncture, just conjecture!
Did ‘it' ‘get in' on impact, some how leaving skin intact?
With no wound, after hitting the ground?
Then as now, I don't know how?
Mind I did ‘rack', an answer I did lack!
Previously had blood test, first prick did ‘resist'!
Tried, she did again, did she leave something in?
No ‘other' miss-use, or drug abuse!

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No Expense Spared.

No expense spared, less they couldn't have cared.
Fingers' in the till, claiming for any bill!
Money for charcoals, and ‘lawn moles'
Pipes under tennis court, oh' and cleaning one's moat.'
Jacuzzi, and a plasma TV.
Refurbishments, long finished mortgage payments.
Trees' in the garden, glossy photo's taken.
Five pound donation, thousands for renovation.
Second homes, offspring, rent free,
Courtesy of you and me.
They've taken the water, resign they ought to.

Yes, they've been caught out, excuses they throw about.
Many apologies, ‘paying back' the claimed fees.
Waving cheques, but no regrets.
"Within the rules'' they plead! We've been the fools, just sheer greed.
They say it‘s "within the spirit of things'', contempt and disrepute it brings.
Bloody patronizing and condescending, they're still defending.
Trying to justify, ‘innocence they cry.
Nothing short of a thief, it beggars belief.

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Where Reason Doesn't Reason!

Running from something with out a name, down a water slide.
Floating, but running just the same, swallowed deep inside.......

A vacuum of kaleidoscopes, revolving with every change.
Hanging from paper ropes, ready to jump, but nothing is in range...

Falling slowly down and surfacing within a submarine, to witness a new age,
Looking at an empty screen, occasionally depicting an historic page..

Showing a cavalry charge, but also a parade in a steam plane, it feels insane.
Sitting beside a faceless body, smiling with a cup of stones that's just been made....
Into something quite good, but it tastes very strange, as every one and every thing starts to fade....

Into bulldozing flower men in a plastic park, none of them are really killed.
As the reinforcements disembark, the seeds are only spilled.
..... Into a foreign land translating a different tongue, as an exploring pioneer,
But unable to understand any word he may have said because he had to disappear.
Back to where he was led.... to a land of confusion, of darkness which offers no light,
Then just as sudden, like an illusion, you sense something is so right.....

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The 'Poem' Project

Trying to convert poems, one format to another, plenty of headaches and bother.
A good friend helped with the issue, probably wished he hadn't agreed to.!
We weren't exactly the 'computer generation', as we tried to find a solution.
After all it couldn't be hard, so we thought, a lesson we'd be taught.! !
Discussing the problem, telephone and email, it became the 'holy grail'.

Formatting, copy, paste and scans, ideas, theories and part plans.!
Information read, advice requested, the 'poem' project we underestimated!
Errors, glitches, testing and trials, through scratching heads and 'gritted' smiles.
Bad and some good luck, we'd get a bit cocky, then again we got stuck!
Short lived success and celebrations, then frustrations and exasperations.,
One step forward, then three or four back, deep breaths, and a 'renewed attack'.!
Down loads, files, programmes, amid the the mental tantrums.
At our wits end, those computers sent us round the bend.
Those silicon chip sods, laughed at us like demon 'gods'.
At our attempts to solve the issue, as frustrations grew!

Settings and defaults, oh memories of old 'nuts 'n' bolts'! !
Those days were long gone, back to deciphering the silicone,
Frowns and mental anguish, those digital rascals had a 'death wish'.

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Blind Faith

On the TV, the medium for their charity,
Not a hair out of place, smug face.
Through them they say 'God loves beams, ' follow him to fulfill our dreams.
The lord loves us all, let's us prepare for the final call.
Your place will be guaranteed; from decadence and the Devil you'll be freed.

Reaching out from the screen, concealing their scheme.
Help build the temples and plan, against the forces of Satan.
Preaching the Lords glory, which needs your faith and money.
Give all you can afford, for Jesus and the lord.
There's one thing for sure, our love and money will banish Lucifer.
Send a little money or more,
Remember ‘Beelzebub' will do his worse against the young, old, rich or poor'
Forward your cheques, ‘your place will be booked', you'll have no regrets'!

Yes generously donate, before it's ‘too late'
Repent your sins, he says with gleeful grins!
Recall the good book, only the good ones will be took...
When judgment day comes around, and Jesus once again descends down.
The prelude to salvation, before eternal damnation.

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Showman.

The year ‘38 radio show,
But most didn't know.
Not real, just a production,
What a reaction!
Millions hooked,
Panic was booked.
‘Aliens' have landed, yes invaded!
Only a story ‘on air' it was paraded.

Sound of the commentator,
Transfixed every listener.
Panic in his voice, the masses are glued,
Reports of destruction people dead, the show continued.
Interlude of piano,
Events outside unfolding, Orson didn't know!
Building up the suspense,
News reporters ‘on site' frightened and tense.
Real life panic from outside,
Orson was asked to ‘remind.'
That it was just a show,

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Red Tails.

Sixty seven years since the war,
Never heard of them or the story before.
A well kept secret of history,
The airmen of Tuskegee.
They were the 'Red Tails' fighter squadron,
An author stated, "As secret as the Atom Bomb."

The U.S set up an all 'Negro' squadron in secret,
Total segregation, the 'experiment' had to be separate.
Scepticism was rife, it was expected to fail,
Racism was blowing in full sail.
"They are not capable to fly, let alone fight,
Morally and mentally inferior, they have no bite."

Training was complete, preparation done,
Reality to meet, prove the doubters wrong.
Despatched to the front in Europe, Italy,
To their all 'Afro-American' base at Romatelli.
Pilots, cooks, mechanics, commanders on the base,
All had a 'non-white' face.

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