thehighlanderspoems

Angel with the Angels

Of the original three
One has left our shore
To grace the heavens
Of whom they'll adore
 
Jill Munroe
Golden haired girl
Whose looks and posters
Brightened mans world
 
Charlie's angel
Where she made her name
TV and big screen
As she rose to fame
 
But this dreaded word
Ended her life
As Ryan declared
For her to be his wife
 
But at 9.30am this day
This golden blond, has drifted away
To rest in peace, relieve her pain
Earth's loss is heavens gain
 
For white wings she'll grow
And grace the clouds
Her ability, applause out loud
This, Angel with the Angels
 
 
" Dedicated to Mary Farrah Leni Fawcett - one of Charlie's Angels "
 

Farewell Michael Jackson


The Jackson Five
Brother lost
Michael's gone
His life lost
 
This Thriller star
Through troubled times
Sang live
Never mimed
 
The guitar solo on Beat It,Wow!
Like Billie Jean
I'm playing it now
 
Such a brilliant artist
With stress so deep
Heavens clouds
On which you sleep
 
Your music will live
For all eternity
Bless you Michael
And your family
 
" For Michael, who passed away this evening 25/06/09 "

 
Cult of Death
 
The weak, the rich
The poor, the strong
Are pulled into worlds
Where they never belonged
 
Mothers, brothers
Fathers, daughters
Minds succumbed
Brainwashed slaughter
 
The Peoples Temple
November, 1978
Over 900 slaughtered
In suicide bait
 
What drives a man
To wanton kill
To take so many
So he full-fills
 
To preach his words
And then to maim
It's not the claim
Of a decent mans fame
 
Leo Ryan
A Congress man true
In the line of duty died
The only one too
 
Cut down at the airport
On his mission to right
Three journalists also
With safety in site
 
In our modern world
Cults will rise
The more they bring horror
We will all despise
 
 
In Memory of Congressman Mr Leo Ryan
 
The Weight of the World
 
It saddens me
To read poems of our poets
Anguish of life
And society knows it
 
The threat of eviction
Because no jobs can pay
Multi conglomerates
Stand in our way
 
Their tall buildings
Overlook our homes
Shadowing the poor
Savings they comb
 
Destitute families
Looking for a way out
Administration
Give them a shout
 
We voted you in
To change for the good
No wonder so many
Have to turned to the hood
 
The weight of the world
Is on us all
But the ones at the top
They rarely fall
 
So Corporate America
And corporates worldwide
You wouldn't be there
Without us, by your side
 
 
Written after reading James Peranteau's poem " I'll loose my little Son "
whilst listening to Tommy Shaw's  " The Weight of the World "
 
Be Where you Should be, and Nowhere Else
 
Broken picket fence
In sporadic stand
Outside this eerie house
On a cold misty land
 
Windows lit
For many years
It's where the killings
Leave their tears
 
The lights remain
A beacon of life
Intruders in the dark
Ending lives
 
A tree in naked stance
Towers in a darken grey
Dead leaves grace her branches
No green to decay
 
A normal family evening
Pure innocent flow
Five souls in contentment
In flesh and body blow
 
In hunger for their greed
The reapers seeds grow
In through the back door
Searching as they go
 
Their intention was to rob
Self control raged their minds
To leave their place of plunder
Leave the living lives they find
 
Something snapped inside them
Triggers easily squeezed
Five hearts beating
Lying in deathly wheeze
 
The cost of what they've taken
Priced against a life
To be somewhere, where they shouldn't be
Counting up their strife
 
Many months of policing
A courtroom awaits
This bravado gang
Their future fate
 
The judge has decided
On a chair they will sit
A lever will announce
That's the end of it

 

Murder in the Skies
 
It was on this day
December the 21st, 1988
Pan Am Flight 103
Would learn of it's fate
 
Blown out of the sky
For all the world to see
Two hundred and fifty nine people
Rained down on me
 
My country Scotland
Lockerbie town
The falling of life
In deathly down
 
This 747
Model 121
Laid-en with fuel
The horror's begun
 
Argentinian, Belgium
Bolivia too
Canada, France
Sat beside you
 
Germany, Hungary
India as well
Hey, Herr
The flights going well
 
Ireland, Israel
Italy flew
To go to the States
All feeling brand new
 
Jamaica, Japan
Philippines seated
Family toil
Families depleted
 
South Africa, Spain
Sweden in flight
JFK
Will not be tonight
 
Switzerland, Trinidad and Tobago
The United Kingdom, United States
All of the above
On this December date
 
We also remember
Eleven on the ground
Who obliterated to nothing
Not hearing a sound
 
The town of Lockerbie
Will never be the same
Yet one of the gang goes free
Because the poor guys in pain
 
Where's the compassion
Of the 270 lost
Their memory now tarnished
To the Scottish Governments cost
 
We set him free
To his home he goes
Treated like a hero
All compassion has froze
 
My thoughts and my tears
Are for the truly lost ones
Who will never enjoy
The return to their hometown
 
 
 In dedication to the 270 who lost their lives on December 21st 1988.