Bubbles Of Fate

Blow the bubbles in the air.
Watch them float, then disappear.
Look inside each lonely one.
You see that dream.
And so much fun.

Blow the bubbles in the air.
Watch them float, then disappear.
Make a wish as they wind by.
All will come true.
Before You Die!

Blow the bubbles in the air.
Watch them float, then disappear.
They hold Your thoughts.
Your worries too.
They are Your Life!
They are YOU!

Blow the bubbles in the air.
Watch them float, then disappear.
Loved ones look.
Through the fragile skin.
To see You happy.
Smiling within.

Blow the bubbles in the air.
Watch them float, then disappear.
Life is short and getting shorter.
Life's for living.
Not treading water.

Or  blowing the bubbles in the air.
Watching them float, then disappear.
Without thinking of this poem.
Leaving this now.
Not even rhyming.

 

Ven Bunce.

 

Lady Kate.

Lady Kate with the diamond eyes.
You entered my mind, what a lovely surprise.
Your perfect face and voice so pure.
You helped my mind to feel secure.

Through the misty blue your voice burst through.
I know it was the same for you.
Though we’re strangers, our mind is one,
as we give our love up to the Sun.

Your voice I knew was special,
the first time I heard you cry.
“It’s me ... Kathy” - then you’d sigh.
A special voice that couldn’t lie.

I must admit that visually,
I saw you through a schoolboy's dream.
The red glow that surrounded you,
blinded me from the beautiful blue.

Though late to see the light of life.
It hit me hard at first.
But the chord of life runs through your voice,
and the words you write left me no choice.

I can see you through a child's eyes.
You’ll never learn the word `despise`.
Your diamond eyes keep a friend I know.
Your perfect form has a heavenly glow.

The Bishop of the White Kings' Gate,
should look at you, and emulate.
The `Purple Haze` of love is there.
It’s good to know how much you care.

When you sit and ponder,
please allow your mind to wander.
Out into the twilight zone.
We’ll intermingle on our own. 

Two minds, pure and clear.
We’ll drift into the atmosphere.

We’ll let the gamma rays above,
feed us with their perfect love.
The diamond eyes you have for sure,
will give out love forever more.

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Conflict Of Love.

#Chugg's Story ...... RIP ........

Chugg chugg, chugg chugg,
puff puff, puff puff.
We know who’s coming down the hill.
His balaclava and jumper in holes.
His trousers too short,
shoes with no soles.

He’s the boy we all love to fool,
but he’s also the nicest kid in school.

He’s a quiet boy, straight and strong.
The type you know, won’t go wrong.
Though he gets teased throughout the day,
he’s our best friend, it’s just his way.

We called him Chugger,
it’s what he does.
He thinks he’s a train,
that’s fine by us.

He chuggs down in the morning,
and back at night.
He’s a secretive lad,
but he burns a bright light.

When you’re with him you give him respect.
It’s something you really wouldn’t expect,
as you look at him in his tattered clothes,
chugg chugging away in a world of his own.

As Chugg grew older he developed a dream.
When he left school he’d buy a machine.
A motor bike as fast as lightening.
The speed he would go would be quite frightening.

He left school at fifteen, got a good job.
Very mild-mannered, never a slob.
He held down his job, and saved really hard.
Stuck the stamps on his savings card.

Soon he’d buy his first machine.
An old A.J.S, reliable and clean.
But still he would dream his wonderful dream,
that one day he’d own a real dream machine.

His dream arrived, as often they do.
This sparkling machine looking like new.
A Tiger 100, racy and throbbing.
Light years away,
from Chugg’s chugg- chugg- chugging.

But at eighteen years old,
his love now divided.
Chugger was tearing apart.
His mind was being confused
by the battle inside of his heart.

A girl who he’s madly in love with,
feels jealousy over his dream.
It clouds his thoughts and his vision.
Now life’s not as clear as it seemed.

What made a lad who was always so sure,
and never took risks with his life.
Make a fatal error of judgment
while riding home late one night ?

They say that the pure die young,
to spare them the hell that’s for sure.
When you follow a conflict of love,
which to most, would seem just demure.

Love, is a power within us.
It should keep us sane and strong.
If YOU understand what I’m saying,
I’m sure that you won’t go wrong.

Chugger now understands this.
But to those of you who don’t see.
A conflict of love isn’t all bad.
That one side is always a dream.

So if the time comes when you’re tearing apart.
Divided by love or by hate.
Don’t try to choose between them,
Or the cloud will push YOU through the gate.

It’s true what’s been said through the ages.
That true love always finds a way.
The dream will go of its own accord.
But for Chugger it came just too late.
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He now spends his time mind-hopping for fun.
Spreading this message - to everyone.

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The Universal Soldier

HE’S FIVE FOOT TWO AND HE’S SIX FEET FOUR
HE FIGHTS WITH MISSILES AND WITH SPEARS
HE’S ALL OF 31, AND HE’S ONLY 17
HE’S BEEN A SOLDIER FOR A THOUSAND YEARS 

He’s the ‘Universal Soldier’,
and he’s here to serve us well.
To fight our battles and reduce us all to tears.

He’s your child, your grandchild,
your sister and your brother.
He’s your friend, and he is your lover too.
But more than these he is ‘dispensable’,
he’s fodder for the ‘Few’.

He’s fighting for the truth he thought he knew.
Though ‘The Universal Soldier’ is a brave and honest man.
He’s a Hero, and he’s a Martyr too.

He’s been led into this fight that he’s ‘not’ supposed to win,
and he’s been told he’s doing everything for YOU!
He’s the ‘Universal Soldier’
who’s as old as man himself.
He lives on and on, and on and on,
to FIGHT! For you and me.

It’s time to put this man to rest,
and to tell the ‘honest truth’.
That it’s always been for Nought,
and that a ‘sham’ is what he fought.

The ‘Black Queen’ gave him honours
to cover up her lies.
She rewarded him
with money and life’s jewels.

But with the ‘Universal Soldier’
armed with trust and truth once more,
and the wisdom
of a hundred thousand years.

He can hang up all his armour,
and his battle weary clothes.
He can look the ‘Few’
right through their jet black eyes.

He’s seen through the fog of guile
as an educated man,
and has now cried his very,
very last ‘goodbyes’.

 
Please Check Out; - 'Visions Of The Future Past'
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The Goblins and the Fairies Play.

Yes, the Goblins jump and play,
run and hide through night and day.
With The Fairies of the Timeless zone,
I sit and watch, when I'm alone.

Through the silvered mirror on the wall,
I can see them laugh, fight and fall.
With a Scarlett Hat, Blue Shirt, Green boots.
Who could help but smile,at their multi-coloured suits?

With a Magic, all of their own.
They are born, quite fully grown.
With no time to wear them out.
Life's just fun as they dance, sing and shout.

Just then I'm spotted through the Silver,
and that makes them laugh some more.
Were they laughing 'with' me, or 'at' me?
I'm really not so sure.

Now the Fairies in your garden,
were there when life began.
Watching your behaviour,
as You play out Your Master Plan.

When a little Fairy whispers, gently in your ear.
Or a Goblin says he'll help you
to see life's wonders clear.
Open up your mind. Unlock your secret door.
The knowledge they will share with you,
is true forever more.

Life is given FREE for living.
Not for placing Guilt – Condemning - Forgiving.
Why worry What is thought of you.
Live life for Love.
For LOVE is TRUE.

It's Honesty and Beauty.
It's Laughter and It's Pain.
It's the Birth of little Babies,
and the Death of Lonely Men.

Love's the song you need to hear,
to bring back memories, cherished dear.
It's the book that's written from the 'Soul'.

And the Poem that doesn't Rhyme.

It's all the fights you've ever had.
It's the Hate you felt for your Mum and Dad.
Love is strange, but it's TRUE.
That Love is every part of you.

You rail against it every day.
When you run and hide.Fight and Play.
The Fairies and the Goblins,live for honesty.
They don't have the hang-ups,
that restrain both You and Me.

Does it matter they look silly?
They are having FUN.
No weight of guilt or shame for them.
Just watch them Dance, and Play, and Run.

Perhaps they do just laugh 'at' me,
surrounded by my wall of fear.
Afraid I might look just like 'Them',
Not mature, and not sincere.

We must be really Stupid,
not to see that Life is Love.
Not to see that Love is Life,
first given to us, from Above.

To help us all fulfil our dreams,
our hopes and our ambitions.
The Fairies and the Goblins,
show there's really No Conditions.
Unconditional Love you see,
guides us to our 'Destiny'.


Dreams, daydreams, hopes, fears, ambitions are all manifested in our minds eye. If we sit alone and visualise those Fairies, they 'will' surely appear. They will speak to you in your own tongue, and give you unconditional advice and help. Should you take it or ignore it? (The choice is Yours)

Excerpt from 'Memories - Like Autumn Leaves' by Ven Bunce.
 

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WHY ?

`The Catcher In The Rye`
caught Mark Chapmans eye.
Pulled from death in ’77.
Thought the plan was hatched in heaven.

He read the book and then could see,
the shape of his own destiny.
But he didn’t read through the childs eye,
and he answered the call
of the Black Bishops cry.

He felt the guilt and felt the shame.
He was now a part of the Black Kings game.

He had the perfect cover.
He was every childs brother.
But a wiser child than he,
would read the book,
and surely see.

`The Catcher In The Rye`
is in our own minds eye.
The `catcher` is the White Kings man.
Try to be him if you can.
You catch a child with love and care.
You never harm a single hair.

As we are all children in the White Kings eyes,
we should never learn the word `despise`.
If we feel we have to fight and kill.
Then we’re acting out the Black Kings' will.

I hope Mark will appreciate,
before he entered the Black Kings gate.
He learned to spell the word `despise`
and is glorified in the Black Kings' eyes.

All the time he’s of our kind,
he has the chance to clear his mind.
Appreciate the word of love,
and help the man he sent above.

`The Catcher In The Rye`
was written for the childs eye.
It helps the childs mind to see
the glory of lifes mystery.

Chapman saw the broken dream,
coincidence and fate.
But he didn’t understand
how to interpret hate.

Honesty, trust, and loyalty,
are three main words that he should see.
They guide us to appreciate
the power of love in the White Kings gate.

If we all act in this way,
the `Phoneys` will come out to play.
The game of `catch me if you can`
will be a part of the Black Kings plan.

Remember - lemmings play this game.
Your game could end up just the same.
Don’t chase them, because you know,
It’s over the cliff that they will go.

Instead, why not play `hide and seek`.
On their own they’re very weak.
The power of love is on your side.
The `Phoneys` ?
well they cannot hide.

They cannot feed on love you see.
So true love is our destiny.
Read the stories through childs eyes,
and never learn the word `despise`.
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To Expose the Phoney's read;

 
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A THOUGHT OF THOUGHT.

I’m writing now, what have we here ?
Will this verse become more clear ?
I fumble through my mind for facts.
My mind is saying, just relax.

My pen is moving on its own
as I sit here all alone.
Did I say ALONE just then ?
My friends have started calling in.

I wonder why they always call
when I’m sat here all alone ?
I don’t even know one name,
but they keep calling just the same.

They say they love to educate.
(You’re thinking that they’ve come too late).
But a greater teacher you won’t find,
than an uninvited, friendly mind.

When you find yourself alone,
with just a pen and paper.
Start a doodle, write some words,
it’s an educating caper.

You’ll find that friends will call on you
with educating wisdom.
You might not know them, this is true.
But your mind is of their KINGDOM.

 

 

 
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