Never-know-it-all and Know-it-all
I never knew what love was
When I hadn't loved at all.
Once I loved I knew it
And knew that I would always love
By never knowing all.
I knew what was love
When I hadn't loved at all,
Knew that when it came along
It didn't stand a chance
Because I knew it all.
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B: VII: The Glove
In the beginning was the love.
It oozed itself around him,
Gradually became his glove.
Warmth became addictive.
Love left for easier hands.
The glove stayed on for summer-
The sweat! that he got into
For fear a misplaced glove would mean
A cold and loveless winter.
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Mrs Robinson II
Finely tuned
He topped his heights
With extra draughts of nectar.
He could see humour and sorrow in all.
Amusement in a mountain
Brought a tear
For friend not here
And never here again.
Sorrow-skewed,
Her life her plight,
No more topping
To her delight...
...or his.
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Great Grief
William's son, named Hamnet,
died in 1596,
aged just eleven and a half
when Will was thirty two.
Will's great grief
made greater grief
to compensate for loss.
It mixed a wild concoction,
made grieving man go mad.
Hamlet given no relief
relieved sad Shakespeare's grief.
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Creation
Creation plays upon your power
To keep it under control,
To give it line to think it's king,
To call it a day and reel it in.
It plays upon your love
To keep you under control,
To give you line to think you're king
And always on a roll,
To call it a day and reel you in.
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Thoughtless Beauty
Only thoughtless beauty
Could produce the horrid things
That make the dying worse.
You think such beauty's too perverse
To merit any worship.
Needing a certain piety
You laud the horrid things-
Less worse, you say, than beauty.
Beauty comes back harder-
seducing with variety.
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Down 'n Brown in Darwin
Fil's birthday being early May
She threw an Easter party.
Everyone brought eggs.
The power went off,
The chocolate soft,
Dali-ed in its foil.
It flowed across the lino floor,
No-one could keep their legs.
'Down South will laugh out loud for sure.
Take photos, please! ' Fil begs.
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Liz Asks Me To Read The Bible
Word of God is all we have.
There is no God of sense.
Not having sense the Word is packed,
Choc-a-bloc with stuff and nonsense.
I'm averse to choc when it's a-bloc,
So tell me please, dear Liz,
Does anywhere exist Word version,
Leaves out the choc,
Leaves in why God's my biz?
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M: IV: ...All the Bad Days Gone
Good at what I need to do,
I'm bad at what I like.
What I like's not normal-
goes from Lucifer to imp.
My wife is necessary.
She is on my side.
Happy with all I see,
I cannot look at anything
for doubting that it's there.
When I'm bad,
I do whatever I like.
I am free of care.
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B: III: Old Lady of the Camellias
Often met first with eyes
Dark mysterious crevice
Entices nostrils in.
Fingers, tongues, they follow.
Tales unfold
That were untold.
Disgust, it soon takes hold.
One, too staunch for hate,
Tale-tired for toil,
Tells with flower-matching ribbon
What she's made of love and Fate.
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