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To My Mother Who Passed Over Recently

The chemical imbalance in 1973 didn’t shake the world, but my brain sure thought it had a wild party! I searched for a fuse to fix what was broken, but all I found were sparks and confusion. The battle for sanity began—who or what had done this? I was kind and a bit dippy-doo-dah. I mean, I was fourteen, about to hit fifteen—a lovely age, right? One minute I was daydreaming, and the next, thoughts of pushing some folks from life’s platform popped into my head! Talk about an upgrade from “teen angst” to “might need a helmet!”

Trying to explain it felt like telling a cat that it couldn’t chase a laser pointer—nobody would get it, and I was scared that a steel cage would be my prize if I did. So I often just sat there, head down, wrestling with myself. If I felt well enough, I’d dodge into survival mode, underperforming like a player who forgot they were on stage.

Functional alcoholic? Check! I was like a walking sitcom but with a laugh track that forgot to play. “How could this happen to the genuinely happy person I was?” I mean, surely it must’ve been witchcraft—right? Or maybe the local pub landlord was right; voodoo was in full swing! I kept trying to reach out, but the advice was always to stop thinking about myself. As if shoving all my feelings under the rug would somehow make them disappear!

Then came the heart-wrenching twist: I lost my mother. She’s gone, and honestly, it hasn’t sunk in yet. Probably just trying to reach the other side with Dad, where the Wi-Fi is stronger! If she could send a message, she would say, “I love you,” and believe me, it’s more than just a word. I’m lost, oh God, I’m really lost, and I don’t quite know how to find my way back. But I miss you terribly and wish you were here with me, sharing a laugh and maybe some of Mom’s legendary cookies!

A Message On Behalf of Warrior of Poetry to all Visitors

My name is Tony Topping, the Creative Director on behalf of Ian The Warrior of Poetry. Ian has been quite unwell hence
the break in postings of Poetry. What began in about 2007 was an idea due to a chance meeting outside a cafe in my local town
where I met Ian after not seeing him for a number of years.

He said he had a few poems could I perhaps type them for him and do a website.

Years later this has expanded into a poetic archive like no other. Snowballing into this great archive we see now.
Despite Ian being poorly we are still working on the site and still doing the poems. Which I am sure is great news,
there is no way this site would be taken off line due to the years of work involved.
While Ian is recovering he wrote this poem for his visitors to the site,
I have no doubt he will write a book about this ordeal.

I collapsed, deaths door could have appeared and on that fateful day for a minute god had deserted me.
Yet I found he was with me. All creativity lost, they discovered I was unwell. They placed me back in a
cage and I roared like a lion. My mind a sea of delusions and thoughts, yet I am saved
and yet there is light for by the grace of god a poet am I and prose and words flow like
water again. For my destiny is to write and come what may I am pleased god had blessed me
on that day.

A Right Royal Round Up Of Poetry From Our Esteemed Wordsmith

The Alliance of the Brave

The Alliance of The Brave individuals who stand out , they are on their own they do not have much. Every government of every colour has ignored them but they are together not in resistance more in defiance, but of survival we are brothers and sisters kissed by the sun every day. We wake up stretch our legs and arms we pray for peace of a greater kind, our lives are in a Temple, our Altar is love energy. Destroy the weapons of hate, silence all that angers you. For modern man is his own downfall, back to source we all go don’t waste your time in hate tune your mind to the wonders of the Godhead and ask can we survive.

The Secret

The secret lays in all those craters small or large a holding base for thousands of craft well disguised for sure . Nuclear war was raging upon earth the outcome total death and mayhem for sure ,this dead planet moon was and is holding the next chapters for mother earth a quarter of a million miles away. Preparation is everything the telescopes are real and it’s hard to believe what is happening. From the moon craters the rising in uncountable numbers the Alien Mother ships and the scout craft two by two erode and alight from the moon. It is not so innocent in intention now for it is all moving the Alien invasion has slowly begun all I could think of upon Earth is let me join save my space upon the ship for I’ve decided.

Politico

People of this country , stop listening to the self serving politicians they don’t care if you live or die there is moral human chaos going on all around think for yourselves do not listen to politicians take a third of their salaries away question your local politicians every day every way. I can tell you now pull back your wants think of others talk to others never mind holidays put your country right. A revolution in attitudes is needed we need a guide for the humanity we have lost through greed and want. None of it will be made right until the reset button is pressed and pray not the Nuclear button for which there is no return. The ship of state has no pilots to navigate , there is a far more sinister thing going on on Truss is an evil puppet playing thirty year old cassette my late father was fifty years ago a top Conservator County Councillor Conservative a joy of a party then his next stop was going to be an MP , one step away my family covered his grave all over to protect him God bless Dad he was only forty four I get real emotional about him son of Lancashire I’m still a Conservative that way it means a lot but not this evil tapped lot

Flying Saucers

Standard Flying Saucers for all that is what is recommended for those left after nuclear war scout craft by the two survey constantly the task will never be done for man does not have the answer anymore the numbers are two vast and no other planet to inhabit has been located so the pickle is big too much for even The Aliens to manage I guess that’s it then it wasn’t everlasting the known world I mean , let us pray at least.

Emotions

I wouldn’t like emotions deeper than the ocean, I’d never get out again nor drum to the island I call my Crannog, my deep mystic truth is somewhere in the middle centred for the love or need to aim, to broadcast, in the ripple of the sonar straight to the heart of the love and the sanctuary. I crave the Almighty, after that I made too much art I couldn’t recover from I live on my own at Crannog under the stars, by the tall trees, where the owls and ghosts join me in peace.

Saturday

Saturday silence echoes as it never did before. The streets are deserted, not how they used to be, happiness has gone over the hill and down again as it used to be. The state has rounds upon its citizens an all the talk is of war, the most frightening of scenarios. Who really wants it no-one absolutely no one but the star is forming and control and oppression and it is in the face of many. Fear does not come as close as this I can only guess this is evil can we stop it where do we start can we be happy again let us pray so Amen.

Now and Forever

Now and forever just me and the wind, I lift my head to the sky above, I say where now from here, I can’t even guess. There are no signs that say lost and I’ll believe anything for that matter. That’s life I guess. I count the breaths in and out, I ask what is life. The reply well I am unable to tell you, but I’m going through a tunnel with life the universe and everything. I wait to be transferred into a higher realm. Peace out Brothers and Sisters.

Port of Silence

Port of silence port of stillness port of vacancy, not a soul around nobody, and then do I ask for there isn’t a soul around all in exile or extinctions humanity has gone just dark waters a lonely bird drops but a pebble from on high, but what is watching the ripples of time vanishes to a nothing then silence, the matters that be of the darkness of our times where indeed is anybody a loud cry for help is heard in the far tunnels of time that be I know not of the silence.

Goodness Me

Goodness me I’ve been walking over this ancient carpet for many a year now and a stare from the chair to the floor whilst drinking my second cup of tea . Whilst looking down amongst the weave these incredible faceted eyes reached my receptive densities , I became aware there was indeed a Alien hiding in the room ask yourself what is in your carpet

A Message

I wait for a message when will I hear it how will I hear it, and when will it come how do I pray where will I pray who will teach me, for I know not how in the darkness it id difficult for a lack of light prevails. I wish to see and most of all pray tell us are we really alone for I’m beginning to believe that indeed we really are part of a cosmic game. So yes I continue to pray may the Lord have mercy on our souls .

Keep Up

Keep up transmission we want to know who’s there it’s been a big secret and we need to know. Now we near the end of ,a lifetime a call to the cosmos for our existence to prevail. We really need to know that maybe it was worth it, I said ask the spaceman who is coming soon just wait for the rattle and hum of a slowing silver ship as it hovers over the shack. One dark night the rest is history and the voyage begins through the planet to your new cosmic home.

Give It To Me

Give it to me, love it to me more and the world needs it more the love road the sound of a mountains heart fit to bust spread around the world make the tutonic plates a riddle grate pleaser make the earth move let’s get the love back and I mean big time oh boom man boom the sound of love is thundering down the road oh happy joy oh happy day let’s roll
This is a lifetime you do not know me I want you to know said the man you really don’t ,do yo know why I guess not but I am in fact a northern Alien sent to teach those if you who know not .I am a replica t accelerator of many kinds part of a programme you may never know of but for the time being I’ll hide in the pub whilst there’s is one cheers

The Fate

The fate it’s a coming the sealed doors are bulging with the secrets we keep they couldn’t hold much longer the truth wanted out the air had to clear before we could all start anew none of us were really guilty but all had to look forward non could look back the door came down and on that day new life and ways started the air was clear and the pollution of the cars and chemicals stopped.

Another Day

It isn’t time a little voice told me give it another day I heard it from somewhere I listened the sky opened and I was taken away and I came out elsewhere but not on the earth I knew a voice came to me and whispered you are modified you are now upon Mars my son you will soon have company look yonder for the sky craft it will come you are now ex of earth forever.

Ready

We are ready to plug in to the eternal, never lose the greater vision beyond the skies above,
beyond all that is known the mystery that is wonderful will happen shall we close our eyes to see.

Today

How is your world today said the Alien, we are on a rotating ball said the earth man, we live on it, it goes around, still don’t know why we are here nobody has told us, can we come on your ship, the Alien said just once but please not a word it would be so bad, at least that is what I thought he said until I realised me and Kevin were on our 7th Pint in the local.

Wait

So we wait upon the breezes for clues but I’m lost for there is no direction but the way I travel and that is now slow, looking for reasons to carry on but most of all where is that voice that Almighty voice, of I Am, the I breathing and the outbreathing , creation, preservation, life in all splendour.

Hear Ye, Hear Ye New Poems From The Poetic Warrior

Building Bridges

Building bridges where there are non I’ll try hoping for a miracle do they exist is it under the fountain of spirits visiting the hosts in the many lifestreams prepare properly and you will find out I’m sure for indeed we are without hope if we do not believe and we will just pass by without the vision

Run

Run the air is changing again, run for your very life. My nostrils are full as it suddenly passed my sensory core. I detected that the air had changed I was suddenly running on three cylinders caught in exhaustion, there was no choice it bore down upon my senses but nobody talks of this to most it’s just another day and no one believes me how sad.

Phantom Lodges

Oh, days of the Phantom Lodges your world has changed and you wondered why? those secret buildings in towns cities and villages, the gatherings, the control so secret. The heavy minds of control never so obvious never truly seen these are the days of The Phantom Lodges they call it a little dispensation of powers and yes you may never know just look for the emanating Auras as you walk past the non-descript building.

The Craft & The Nobody

The Craft and the nobody, for fifty years the mute villager was misunderstood the fool to all, drifted in and out of every day everyone shouted at him and all he did was return what seemed to be a vacant smile. Confined seemingly to the scrapyard. He plainly existed but there was indeed a reason. One darkened evening when stars were down and dark drowned this night the mute awoke for the last night of his life,a shepherd was watching lent upon the wooden five-bar gate central to the field. The mute sat up and the silver aura drew his head up, suddenly the mute saw a craft he was able to shout at it to those that never knew in fifty years this is what he was waiting for the miracle after all was the craft so long, so long, but it came and he was mute no more.

I Heard

I heard a whisper, a cold whisper, about a murder the killing of many, parts of a plot that inevitably involved a chain, a plan. The plan does it affect me, oh no there are many others. When you’ve gone you won’t be seeing the sky or hearing running water. You will be just part of the elements.

I Pray

I pray so much now will I get an answer this is worrying. I ask what has happened to this world and what have humans done. Will evil never stop and curses never be lifted I’m doing penance for all my sins. I hope that God will forgive me, please don’t make my children suffer for my misdeeds. Purity and solitude I seek but not to be confined that window of light and hope is needed i pray to be that now as like many I am truly scared.

Time

It isn’t time a little voice told me, give it another day. I heard it from somewhere, I listened the sky opened and I was taken away and I came out elsewhere but not on the earth I knew. A voice came to me and whispered you are modified you are now upon Mars my son you will soon have company look yonder for the sky craft it will come you are now ex of the earth forever.

Warm Outside But The Wordsmith Is Boiling With This Poetic Round Up

Good Lanterns

We’ve got some good lanterns out there, but where is your leader perhaps over that mountain a hundred miles away the leader of a thousand lights points to the star, is it a starting point? It stops the dots sliding open. Truly this is when the lord arrives I guess I’ll have to wait but you know at least he turned up rejoice I say rejoice for his father is in heaven be reassured at least.

I Slowly

I slowly rose from my bed early to rise as I recall, motioning forward. I proceeded forward in the quest to live for this unknown day. Gripped by a spiders web. Complex my situation, they grabbed me as I flapped like a mad man. They didn’t wish for me to leave they contained my motion but I ask my humble self were they friend or foe generating a warning they held me back another world, I mused how powerful they are the forces of the spirit web most strange.

Sat In Chairs

Sat in chairs in dead air on silent days, the doors are closed. We sit but for how long our brains are set at dead or possibly dying. Where is the reason to believe I know not, who is it that deadened us, surely not the Lord or is the plot so thick we have lost the will to question. There are no answers as the plot of brainwashing continues to descend from on high upon us.

The Thousand Years

The thousand years of unrest I know it’s here, I can feel this is it real killing for fun, because we are intently cruel upon each other. pain being the only mitigating factor if you cry enough it will stop the human was always the plaything of a malicious creator it was called the will of God in the name of God but the excuse now the wrath of God the reason well there is no reason not one that contains the excuse of the earth word of mitigation

Diesel Had Gone

Diesel and petrol has vanished from the world and society was burning and the horses were out in droves shining, single furrow ploughs by the million. A recruitment campaign for plough men, training was needed the old ways had to come back, if you wanted to be fed the activities of the dark ages. Return on mass each field by harvested by thousands at the scythe depot thousands of threshing machines drawn to the fields mankind rallied lives were saved the sky would be thankful no more pollution, the people could breath and unity of purpose began.

The Invoked

The invoked a force of the past, if you want a story you’ll get one because here come the Invoked a portion of the past, so real can you tell the difference everyone’s up for it. As the now seems hopeless, people can come back to life, from the past, but only if you want them to. The Invoked you might not like them. Like a dark comedy they appear before us, run, run for your lives.

Said The Alien

“How is your world.” Said the Alien, “We are on a ball” said I the earth man “we live on it, have to. It goes around still don’t know why we are here nobody has told us, can we come on your ship.” The alien said “just once but please not a word to anyone it is a secret.” At least that what I thought I heard, yet I awake from this dream to realise I am sat with Kev on our seventh pint.

Me & My World

Me and my world and God well that it the truth at last, I always did know the devils road alongside me until the parallel line was reached and then I had to decide how we would separate the good from the bad, plentiful of wrong doing in our society the lower realms are taken over may God have mercy upon us.

Gods Farm

The farm of Godliness, do you believe the longest experiment in known history. Little have we realised this in our years of human existence and reckonings evolution once had an energy, a hand to push it all along. But soon it will return to all elements, for humans are destroying themselves, the sky nerds rest, the elements and the aliens observe man is being retired the Bible is back, there is no peace.

A Pearl

A pearl from an oyster here it is secreted in my pocket, waiting for the right moment to be added to the ring of fortune. I hope, I shine, I am quality on high. So high I dedicated them to my priestess who leads me by my fortune and future and all I could ever believe. Upon higher plains my ring of pearls came true to me.

News Media

News media has led to blind faith a new false idol as if instinct has gone, the new false idol is the media and internet all threads of interpretation, which one out of all these threads do you believe. Trust yourself for this day that is all that matters in the absence of the visible light that shines upon our troubled world. Only man to blame if you can call him that but nature will rule in its own entity without earth’s deadliest irritant us if anyone cared the ozone layer should have gone many moons ago, but it is alright, the media advertise electric cars and behold the price, hail the false idol of money.

We Are Ready

We are ready to plug in to the eternal, never lose the greater vision beyond the skies above, beyond all that is known the mystery that is wonderful will happen shall we close our eyes to see.