See the fine young men
marching off to war
brainwashed killers
to the very core
trained to fight, trained to kill
drained of their blood
never to refill
sailing ships, flying planes
devastation reigns
over all terrains
seas and deserts are not spared
broken souls and bodies
cannot be repaired
old men far behind the trenches
are the ones who the war declared
safely behind teak benches
pens ready for another fight
glorious war
in you we delight
old men lament
peace has been declared
the war is over
our profit is being prepared
amongst our politicians
to be shared.

I have been working on my ''scribbeling'' and putting chords to them but I seem to be on a one dimensional track. Everything lands up as a ballad and the same few chords are used over and over - hopefully this ''poem'' can be turned into something with a bit more flair than I seem able to create.

Do the admin people of Chordie ever put together compilation discs of Chordian work for public release or is there too much legal wrangling involved. There seems to be a vast file of really brilliant work available - when one considers how much rubbish is given airplay everyday I would say the world is ready for some Quality Music. It would be nice if this could happen.

These words came to mind after hearing on the radio that 90% of the indiginous Red Indians were wiped out by European introduced diseases.  I might be stepping on many toes here but the following also applies to Africa, Australia, New Zealand, Hawaii and any other place that was colonised i.e. invaded.

THE LOST NATION

Feathered head
Painted face
Dark red man
You had better know your place
Once you owned all of this land
Now its mine
To churn and behold
To mine and ruin
At the behest of your soul
Golden eagle
Spirit of the red man
Mighty buffalo
Furry food, spititual friend
No more to be seen
On the great open plains
Coyote and wolf
Brothers in arms
Friend of the red man
enemy of none
Spiritual companion
Friend until death
Farewell my brother
Your coat is no more
It adorns the walls and floors
Of a great big man
Who has no brains
Only a gun, bullets and might
Of how his actions
Removed you from sight.

As you see there are no chords so you all have carte blanche.  I would do it in a bluesy Little Red Rooster vibe.  Whoever comes up with the best rendition will get the Far Out Award.

The following words came to mind one stormy winters day so i put them on paper - there are no chords - so to all the Hank Marvins out there feel free.

POLITICAL SLIME
Political scumbag, swimming in the gutter
Giving to all with a smiling stutter
with your false white gleaming smile
promising the earth to deliver nothing
lying to the old, smiling to the young
delivering nothing to every single one
slithering thru the promises of lies
governments how we despise
all your false and shallow lies

to the old weak and weary
this sad facade is old and dreary
the sun shines on hopes of gold
to prevent the fear of growing old
to stay young and be forever in the sight
of that slimy political blight
on the world of tomorrow
that will never come
for the old, tired and weak of sight

that false political smile
will force you to your knees
to bend before the mighty breeze
of that false political ease
how we hope to cherish
all of the policies that will perish
along with the political slime
that shall surely have its time
when the forces of good and just
say it is time to stop mistrust
and end the evil ways
of dangerous political days

after seeing how many  happily married people there are on Chordie i thought that i would share something that i wrote for my wife -  ps - i was dead sober at the time.

SOUL COMPANION
To be the woman
to see the man
how can we feel
all that is good
the mind is free the soul is kind
to the woman of my mind
who is the kind
of my soul, easy and free
the woman of mine
the spirit of style
the soul of kindred spirits
who is forever mine
the body is fine
the mind is free
the spirit is good
kind, easy and free ,,
how much my woman
I love thee.

there you have it. once more no chords .after this bit of inspiration i wrote another 18 songs poems quattrains mind rambles whatever you would like to call them.