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1  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / History Test on: June 18, 2017, 08:11:27 AM
He stands above a broken world
Teardrops fill his eyes
As he looks upon the scorched Earth
He cannot fathom why
They have destroyed all that he gave
Through selfishness and hate
How his gifts have burned to ashes
And crushed under the weight
Of ignorance and stupidity
The stubbornness of Men
That refuse to listen to their history lessons
And then repeat all of the mistakes again.
They missed all of the warnings
They ignored all the cries for help.
They trampled on the struggling
As they fought to save themselves.
They had it all laid clear for them
Examples of what not to do
But they chose to look the other way
And claim that it wasnít true.
So now God looks upon his world
And he hangs his head in shame
Because he knows that when society rebuilds itself
They will make all the mistakes again.
2  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Slippers on: June 16, 2017, 07:32:12 AM
Sometimes I get the feeling that Iím old before my time
When I would rather stay inside with a nice glass of wine
Instead of being out in the city at the loud and expensive clubs
I have always felt more comfortable in a quiet and relaxing pub.
Living in London in my twenties I feel like I should be
Partying all of all the time, but in truth I am more happy
Sat in my flat with my slippers on, watching a film on the tv
I feel older than I am, but I think we can all agree
That sometimes it feels nice to just relax and spend some time alone
To enjoy some nice peace and quiet in the comfort of your home.
So maybe next week I will go wild and party until dawn
But right now just the very thought of it is making me start to yawn.
3  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Change on: June 14, 2017, 11:52:41 PM
The bags are packed and the tickets bought
I guess it is time to embrace the change.
I step on the platform and prepare myself
For a world that will seem so strange.
Three whole months in another country
Far away from home.
Filled with excitement, but also with fear
Of the panic of feeling alone.

Three months went by in the blink of an eye
When I returned something didnít feel right.
Something was incomplete, but I couldntí quite place it.
Try as hard as I might.
So another year later I flew off again
Across the large Atlantic Ocean.
Unaware of the events that would come,
Unaware of the wheels set in motion.

Another three months and I returned home alone
To a world that had changed over night.
Whereas last years return was filled with nervous excitement
This year just filled me with fright.
The motions of change had gone to the extreme
Now I barely know what is real.
It is hard to explain the catastrophic pain
That I still regularly feel.

So today marks the second anniversary
Of the day that I first flew away.
Over those years I have become a new man
But I no longer have a reason to stay.
So once again I prepare for my flight
That will take me to a far and distant land.
No prior expectations or wishes this year
I will just let fate take me wherever by the hand.
4  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Supermarket on: June 14, 2017, 01:42:47 AM
It is time for our weekly pilgrimage
Through the asphalt rivers in town.
Across the concrete jungle,
Looping up and around
The lines of likeminded commuters
Who stand in single file
To trade their cars for shopping carts
That will meander from aisle to aisle.
Each shelf is the size of a cliff face,
Filled to the brim with all you may need.
All the food you could ever imagine.
All the tools that you would need to feed
Every single person who lives in this town
And yet we throw half of this stuff away.
The disposable lifestyle we live in,
That keeps us going from day to day.
Yet the streets are filled with the homeless
Who are struggling to find any food
And we silently judge as we pass them by.
We have the audacity to call them rude.
It is time we reassessed our priorities
And the lifestyles that we have chosen.
The food that we buy may be fresh and just ripe
But our hearts and souls are still frozen.
It is time we looked out for each other
So that no-one will starve on the street.
In a capital city of a first world country
No one should still struggle to eat.
5  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Stage on: June 13, 2017, 02:44:38 AM
The temperature is rising
And the crowd get louder too.
We are starting to get restless
We are desperate to see you.
Together we all start chanting
The name of your band.
The lights go dark, then extremely bright
One solitary figure stands.
The roar of the crowd is deafening
Fists and Horns up in the air
The piercing shriek of feedback
As you just stand and stare.
The drums begin the beat
And the bassists starts to play
Your voice rings out across the venue
We hear every word that you say.
The sound of pure aggression
As your tear the stage apart.
An audience united as one
From the bottom of our hearts.
We are a culture united
By the sound of distorted guitars
And we stand in mutual admiration
Of our great and mighty rock stars.
6  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Rabbit on: June 12, 2017, 09:49:55 AM
My God it feels good to get out of the city. A couple of days holiday away from the hustle and bustle  of London is just what the Doctor ordered. We got on the train at half past ten and pulled in to Stowmarket 90 minutes later where Dad was waiting to pick us up from the station. My parents had met Jenny before, but this was the first time that she had come to visit in a couple of years and the first time that she had ever come to see the new house. In fairness, I had only been to visit once or twice over the past year so the town feels quite alien to me as well. We drive through the narrow country lanes which twist and turn through farms and fields until eventually we reach The Rectory where Mum has just finished preparing lunch. Welcoming us both with open arms we are ushered into the dining hall where a miniature banquet awaits. Outside it is silent with the exception of the wind and the wildlife, a phenomenon that neither Jenny not myself have experienced in a surprisingly long time. We stare out of the window into the large garden and we hold each other as we watch the birds. Jenny lets out a short squeal of excitement and points at the window. A small family of bunny rabbits have hopped into the field and are now playing around in the grass. I donít remember seeing her so happy and excited in years and at that point I managed to fall in love with her all over again. The next day, we said our farewells and got back on the train to London. Our cheeks were more rosy, there was an extra spring in our step and I could tell that once again, the countryside had revived us.
7  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Mountain on: June 10, 2017, 01:22:53 AM
Depression is a mountain without a summit.
Just an endless continuation of misleading plateaus.
Every day can seem like an uphill struggle
The slightest miss step and you can end up crashing down the side and plummeting miles back down to the bottom.
There are moments where the world seems bright
And all of your problems fade away.
You take a moment to catch your breath and appreciate the beauty in your surroundings.
You may meet someone who is sharing the climb
You can take solace in the knowledge that you are not alone.
But the next day you awaken again to find that they have left
Once again you are confronted with the monumental task that you have given yourself in moving forwards.
Every morning I make a silent prayer that one day I will reach the top.
I will look back down at the challenges I have faced with pride.
Until then, I will keep on climbing.
8  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Lighter on: June 09, 2017, 12:51:49 AM
She should have seen it coming,
But pride consumed her heart.
She should have seen that her arrogance
Would be what would tear her world apart.
Like a toddler with a lighter
She could not see the danger
Of setting light to all of the kindling
And handing her world over to a stranger.
She stood aside and mocked him
She never even tried
To confront him in any form of debate
Instead she chose to hide
As her arrogance soon turned to fear
And her confidence drained away.
The tides of change have made their mark
And she has been turned away.
Her campaign has been torn to shreds
With no hope of resurrection.
Theresa May has come to rue the day
That she announced her snap election.
9  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Bikini on: June 08, 2017, 08:00:48 AM
Pure relaxation, 

Exactly what we need.
Put up our feet 
and catch our breath
Take some time to read.

The gorgeous sun gently roasts our bodies
As we lounge on this peaceful beach.
A cocktail in one hand,
Your hand in the other,
I pull you closer so that I can reach

To embrace you and kiss you fondly
From your head down to your shoulder.
You laugh and smile
And stare into my eyes.
My love grows stronger every day that I grow older.

You jump up and beckon me to follow you
As you dive into the sea.
I take a moment to stare in awe
At the sight of you in your bikini.
I quickly follow and we swim together
Its moments like these that confirm my suspicions
That I could never live without you.
A year has now passed since we said our goodbyes
Yet I still canít stop thinking about you!
10  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Birmingham on: June 07, 2017, 02:41:25 AM
We got on the train to Birmingham
We got on the train to go home.
Driving away from the Capital City
Away from the urban zones.

We fought our way through the Underground
And we made our way through to the station.
We got on the train to Birmingham
To travel across the Nation.

We stacked our bags at the end of the coach
We watched the country fly past
We watched as countless small civilisations
Seemed to go flying past.

The cities grew smaller, the grass turned more green.
The fields changed from parks to farms.
As we sped across the English countryside
Enjoying the Rural charms.

We got on the train to Birmingham.
We travelled for just over an hour.
We got off the train at Ely
We made our way to the Cathedral tower.

We have made this journey a thousand times
We never cease to roam.
We get on the train to Birmingham
Whenever we need to come home.
11  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Train on: June 04, 2017, 01:51:42 AM
I packed my bags on the Sunday
And I left on the very next day.
Not a clue of my destination,
Just somewhere that was far away.
Jenny once said that I was running
So I wouldnít have to face the truth
That the times have changed and so have I
That I canít just remain in my youth.
Those words have always stuck with me
But I donít know if I think she was right
I toss and turn whilst I think about them
Every single night.
The truth is that I donít know where Iím going
Not sure if I ever will.
Iíl just keep on marching forwards
Keep on moving until
I find the place where I was meant to be
I just hope that I realise
When I get off of that train and step on the platform
This is where I should live my life.
12  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Plastic bag on: June 02, 2017, 12:00:52 AM
The planet spins along its axis
Orbiting the sun.
Home to over 7 billion people;
Fathers and Mother, Daughters and Sons.
There is an overbearing responsibility
To care for the land we call home.
To maintain a safe environment,
We canít do this alone.
A century of consumerism
And turning a blind eye
To the fumes we are emitting
That scorch the bright blue sky.
Hurricanes and tsunamis
Wreak havoc on our lands.
This is why we must come together.
Why we must make sure we have plans
To build a better future
By improving the present day.
We need to improve the way we live,
There is no other way.
Yet you still canít see the warning signs.
You refuse to listen to facts.
By turning away from the Paris Deal
You have stabbed us in our backs.
The world wonít cease to burn
Just because you have closed your eyes.
If we donít act soon, we will all be doomed
As our planet slowly dies.
13  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Strawberry on: May 31, 2017, 11:28:35 PM
The meadow spreads out like a vast green desert
All across these English hills.
Surrounded by glorious woodlands,
Old houses and windmills.
We circle around the green until
We find a perfect spot
To spread out our blanket and unpack our baskets
And dig in to all the food that weíve got.
I am always amazed at the beautiful places
That we find on days like these.
Its easy to forget that large roads and towns
Are hidden behind the trees.
We crack open a bottle of wine
And we toast to our good health.
I pause for a minute as I am transfixed
By the beauty that radiates from yourself.
I have found the love of my life
And today is our anniversary.
We continue our yearly tradition
Of a picnic with strawberries.
We laze about in the warm summer sun
Taking turns to feed one another.
I never want these moments to end
But there will always be another.
Alas my views were misguided.
Shrouded by the haze of love.
I never thought of any alternative
And forgot of the wrath from above.
From the moment we went our separate ways
I have been stunned and living in shock.
Still only barely comprehending
That I have lost the keys to the lock
That allowed me to open my heart to you
So we could live together in joy.
Now I just sit in the meadow alone.
Another old lonely boy.
14  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Trapeze on: May 31, 2017, 06:37:41 AM
It was our very first week back at Long Lake Camp
Before any of the kids had arrived.
We spent all of the days organising the site
And enjoying the joys of working outside.
A week to get to know your companions
Before you are thrown into the deep end.
All it takes is a couple of nights
And before long you are already close friends.
After dinner we walked to the circus
Where they had finally assembled the trapeze.
The circus instructors were showing off their skills
By performing acrobatics with ease.
Then came the moment that I had been quietly dreading.
When they ask us if we want to join in.
I have always struggled with dizzying heights,
But maybe this is my chance to begin
To conquer my inhibitions
And show myself what I can do.
Before I know it Iím strapped up in a harness
And Iím right at the front of the queue.
The ascent up the ladder is chilling,
But I take it one rung at a time.
The fear that I felt as I reached the summit
Was twice as bad as the climb.
Katie guides me up to the ledge
And she makes sure that I am secure.
She is urging me on to take the jump
But Iím not sure if I can anymore.
In the flash of a second she lets go of the rope
Iím flying through the air.
My stomach is reeling with a sickly feeling
But in this one moment I donít care.
A glorious surge of adrenalin
Pumping through my veins.
For once I can see a whole other world
When I break free from anxieties chains.
So next time Iím caught at a crossroads
And an option makes me feel unease.
I will try to go back to that unforgettable time
That I flew through the air on a trapeze.
15  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Kazoo on: May 30, 2017, 08:35:54 AM
The lights are dimmed down low
As they prepare to take the stage.
Tonight they are revolutionising music
And bringing it screaming into a new age.
Four young men were brought together
For a night that nobody will forget.
Tonight is the magical musical debut
Of the Grand Kazoo Quartet.
They appear with stony faces
They have been practicing all week.
To play with utmost sincerity
With their tongues firmly in their cheeks.
The repertoire is diverse
It will blow you all away.
So that many years from now
You will still talk of what you saw today.
The stage becomes a frenzy
As they tear the place apart.
Music in its truest form
Always come from the heart.
After their set the crowd goes silent
There is a moment of relief
As they stand and stare with their mouths wide open
Stunned in disbelief.
But as soon as the shock has dissipated
They burst into thunderous applause.
The kazoo quartet have singlehandedly
Rewritten musics laws.
Before long they have toured the world
Uniting cultures through their sound.
They are filling up football stadiums
And people flock from miles around.
So this is the tale of four brave men
Who stood what they believed
And will be remembered eternally in history
For the miracle that they achieved.
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