Chris (C. J.) Black – Three Poems

poet2Chris (C. J.) Black a writer from Enniscorthy Co. Wexford has been writing and publishing poetry for more than 20 years and in more recent times taken to writing short stories. His preferred reading is autobiographies, the history of the Native American Indian, he continues to write each day by giving the sawdust a shake and see what falls out. http://www.chrisblack2012.com
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Evil lurks around every corner

When the poem within me is written
I alone will be smitten
Everyone else at first glance
Will I know take a different stance.

But is that not what life is all about
The believers and those who doubt
We have all at times found ourselves in this boat
I for one will never gloat.

You never know when your bubble will burst
You may well be lauded or you may well be cursed
In the wicked world in which we live
It is best we learn early how to forgive.

Even though we may not know it
We could find ourselves kipping down in a flea pit
Just as well we don’t know what’s in store
In this world we exist in which is rotten to the core

Evil lurks around every corner – it’s true
The whole damn world is totally askew
Knowing who your true friends are, today is a real bonus.
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It’s a dog’s life

Honesty and keeping within this circle on us there is an onus.

Teaching peace and love to the upcoming generation
Is not just our duty, indeed it is our obligation
Let them know the difference between good and evil
Assure them they can trust in their God and admonish that devil.

Hopefully your words of wisdom will not fall on stony ground
That the generations following after us will feel duty bound
To take from us the baton of peace
Then perhaps when we have long passed – hatred will have begun to cease
They can look back and give thanks that we had a vision
And their forward thinking will not be treated with derision.
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Pantoum – Far Removed

I still won’t remember all the particulars
As news headlines flash across the T.V. screen
Another atrocity has been committed
Families somewhere have been left bereft.

As news headlines flash across the T.V. screen
Some just nod at this now daily occurrence
Families somewhere have been left bereft
Members of the community gather on the streets wailing.

Some just nod at this now daily occurrence
There was just a muttering of sympathy
Families somewhere have been left bereft
Across enemy lines mortar fire continues.

There was just a muttering of sympathy
Thank God no one said anything to further offend
Those at the bar supped drinks and studied form
Someone I should hope offered up a silent prayer.

Thank God no one said anything to further offend
I did hear it remarked though – we won’t be going there on holiday anytime soon
Those at the bar supped drinks and studied form
While political leaders from opposing sides condemned each other’s troops.

I did hear it remarked though – we won’t be going there on holiday anytime soon
As the sun set on another day
While political leaders from opposing sides condemned each other’s troops
Tomorrow the news feeds would bring happy news – we live in hope.
As the sun sets on another day
Glasses are drained – today’s news left discarded
Tomorrow the news feeds would bring happier news – we live in hope
I still won’t remember all the particulars.

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