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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The Eye Of A Child.

The light of life shines brightly
through a childs eyes.
The virgin mind of children,
can’t comprehend `despise`.

But as we loom from childhood,
into the land of plenty.
Our little world of fantasy
becomes a hard reality.

We’re told to “grow up”,
“don’t be stupid”.
To be aware of little Cupid.

We’re told to learn the thoughts of man.
To take it all in if we can.
No wonder we get violent,
learn the word `despise`.
We’re learning life's philosophy
through the Black Queens' eyes.

A childs love is plenty.
It’s hard to keep it down.
Through pain and disappointment,
you’ll seldom see them frown.

They set a fine example,
to us who’ve fallen foul,
of the Black Queens education.
Have you thrown in the towel ??

We know that education
is the key to modern living.
But so is love and charity.
Please don’t stop the giving.

When we read our books of learning,
and we’re trying to succeed.
It’s easy to interpret
the words through alien greed.

We’re told to be successful,
that’s what life’s about.
That if you don’t get what you want,
that you should scream and shout.

But learning is much more than that.
Books are for enjoying.
Read all books through childrens eyes,
the White Kings' light will shine right through,
then give the light of life to you.

When you take the `light of life`,
you’ll suffer pain and grief.
But look at life through a childs eyes,
and love will bring relief.

When you push your children hard,
to be successful just like you.
Take a trip back in your mind.
Make a note of what you find.

I bet the things that you recall,
are having fun, playing ball.
All the birthday parties,
all the nursery rhymes.
They are lifes education,
when you knew better times.

We all learn at our own speed.
It shouldn’t be pushed along by greed.
The child's mind is hungry,
and it will find the truth.
They need that extra helping hand,
as they approach their youth.

Example, is the White Queens' tool.
So never call your child a fool.
Your child looks at you in awe.
Don’t knock the child to the floor.

Instead, show you appreciate,
the love that you can’t contemplate.
Ask how they are getting on.
You’ll know then,
through love,
you’ve won.


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Welcome to Universal Credit People Of The UK

Please allow me to introduce myself,
The Devil by any other name.
I've been around for just a few years,
and I'm here to stake my Claim!

Your Hearts & Souls are now All Mine.
Poverty, the tool of choice for NOW!
Only One Way Out For YOU!
The flames of Eternal HELL!

I don't normally post specificaly political content here, but seeing all of the misery up and down the country being felt by just TOO many good, innocent folk caught up in this horrendous 'Rat-Trap' called Universal Credit, I felt I had to put pen to paper as it were to explain to others outside the UK just 'what' an Evil Regime this so-called 'First World Country' is now being governed by.

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Suicide solution ?

So you think you have the answer
in your troubled, cloudy mind ?
You think the truth is waiting there,
and peace is what you’ll find.

You think you’ll enter a real-life dream.
You’ll float around on clouds serene.
That love will fill your every sound.
That you will never fall to ground.

You’ve heard that death is painless.
That you won’t know you’re dead.
This is the Black Rook talking.
He’s there inside your head.

You’ve climbed up to the higher ground
in the game that we call life.
You find the rocks too steep to climb.
“suicide is easier”.
These thoughts now running rife.

You think that you are on your own,
suffering inside.
How can anyone feel like you,
or help you turn the pride ?

Humility is stronger.
Pride is for the fools.
Pride is a gift just for you.
It helps you play the Black Kings' rules.

Remember how the Black King thrives,
as he destroys these human lives ?
He lets you through his gate for free.
Oblivion, is what you see.

Death, it may be painless,
but the mind lives on for sure.
You have the choice infront of you.
You can choose either door.

The Black Rook uses suicide,
and helps you feel secure.

The eye of the atom is the door.
Of this FACT you can be sure.

The White door you can walk through.
Friends will welcome you.
You’ll find a world you never knew.
It’s always been here in the blue.

The blue of love surrounding us.
Keeping us all warm.
So come inside and shelter
from the Black Rooks storm.

Humility will make you strong,
and help to clear your mind.
The crystal light of eternity,
is what you’ll surely find.

Ven Bunce. 

Excerpt from 'Visions Of The Future Past'. 

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THE GARDEN WALL.

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The Garden Wall.

The Garden Wall has a story to tell.
STOP! And listen
before you pass by.

Go to bed in the park.
Be afraid of the dark.
Take a spade and a fork.
Some bread and cold pork,
with plenty of tea in a flask.

When the Moon throws a shadow
across the forked bough,
start to dig at the base of the light.

Dig and dig.
Sweat like a Pig.
Like the one you have with your bread.
But keep your eye open for 'Nick',
or just like your Pig,
you'll be Dead!

Twenty feet down
and you'll hear a strange sound.
STOP! and take further instructions.
For the well you just DUG
is now feeling SMUG.
You listened,
and NOW you are TRAPPED!

The story the Wall has just told you.
Was told in the tongue of your own.
When did YOU open the door for 'Old Nick'?
Did he come to you dressed as a Clown?

If life's a triangular circle.
The 'Labyrinth' IS the front door.
Go to to the front
and you're right at the back.
So why did you come here before?

The harder you PUSH!
The harder the PULL!
The Steeper you climb.
The further you fall.

Listen to stories?
You listen to lies.
Tell the TRUTH!
And no-one believes you.

Fall from grace,
and they laugh in your face.
Life's a 'tissue'
that YOU must see through.

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The Light Of Life.

If a poet holds the light of life,

and shines it all around.

Who lights the light

that burns so bright,

and always lets them down ?

It’s said that they who hold the light,

will have their hands burned raw.

That when they hold the light aloft,

they will be kicked down to the floor.

The poets must be foolish,

for they have been advised

of the dangers that they face,

as they put their thoughts to rhyme.

Would you hold that light so bright ?

Could you take the pain ?

Could you tolerate the suffering,

ridicule and shame ?

Could you lay your life out bare,

and let the vultures take their share ?

Could you cut your soul right open,

to let all of mankind stare ?

When the guilt of all our brothers,

finds a niche inside your mind.

Will you burn it out with the light of life ?

Or cut it out, with a red hot knife ?

Maybe you’ll just carry on,

with the life you call your own.

Let the poet hold the light of life.

As the way, they have been shown.

Let them have their hands burned raw.

Let them be washed up on the shore.

Let their body be cut for every sin.

Then why not rub the salt right in.

The poets there to be abused.

For all the time they hold the light,

for all of us who are confused.
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This poem - 'The Light Of Life' was written at the end of the original draft of 'Visions Of The Future Past' which was first published in 1988. The book has had a couple  of updates over the years but ALL of the poems and main concept of the original book has been kept.

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Chase The Rainbow - The Eternal Goal.

Dedication ... Persistence .... Focus


Chase The Rainbow - The Eternal Goal.

While walking from the river,
where I watched it swirl and flow.
I was planning out my future.
Thinking, which way should I go.

The field was black and muddy,
but the bright sun gave it light.
It looked just like the river,
with its power, and its might.

Just then, it started raining,
and I couldn’t trust my eyes.
A rainbow, just in front of me,
in the middle of that muddy sea.

Just fifty yards or so,
I would find my pot of gold.
I’d have to run across that field,
so muddy and so cold.
But to catch a rainbow ?
what a joy - for this ten year old boy.

Of course I’d go and catch it.
It’s magic I would share.
I’d live  ‘the life of Riley’
with the gold I would find there.

I ran so hard that day.
I’m sure that mud was clay.
I’m sure that it was just a dream.
That I was turning into cream.

I couldn’t seem to cover ground,
and my gold, I never found.
The rainbow stood there teasing,
as it stood, and watched me freezing.

Then just to rub the salt in,
it suddenly stopped raining.
The rainbow left me standing there.
It’s magic didn’t seem to care,
that I was covered from head to toe,
and back through the mud,
I had to go.

I eventually got home to see
my mother, who was making tea.
I told her of the rainbow,
how it had let me down.

She said that was a lesson,
and that I shouldn’t frown.
She said that mother nature shows us beauty to behold.
We shouldn’t try to take what’s hers.
We have to Earn our Gold

The rainbow.
It’s like a dream.
You know it’s there.
It can be seen.
Like a dream you cannot hold,
the rainbow holds your pot of gold.

Don’t give in, or you will be.
Forever stuck in the muddy sea.
Chase the rainbow but be aware.
The Black Knight may be hiding there.

A mother who appeared so wise,
saw life through the White Queens eyes.
She never learned the word `despise`,
and never tried to tell us lies.


Our imagination as children has no bounds.
Whatever we imagine, we 'think' we can achieve.
We're told as children that a rainbow has a pot of gold at it's base, and it does us no harm to believe that. In fact, such a notion could even stimulate our imagination and help us to go beyond the normal boundaries to make our dreams and wishes come true.
But 'Mother Nature' is a formidable force with lessons for us 'all' to learn from ...... Good and Bad.
(The choice is Yours)
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