Interdependence for MY Lady Irene

I go where my lady goes.
Because I need her I suppose
I need her more than she needs me.
Though doubtless she would not agree.
Where she is you will find me
because that’s where I want to be.
We have achieved togetherness
Our partnerships a great success
For I need her and she needs me
for us it works efficiently
A mutual dependency which binds
us but still leaves us free.
To act as independently
as we feel any need to be.

4-Aug-08

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For better or worse

I say Phoebe do not force it.
It won’t fit inside your corset.
Those rolls of fat that wobble so
are adamant they will not go.
They do not wish to be constrained.
’t was better far you had remained.
The slim young girl you used to be
and given up on gluttony
Those sweets which you enjoyed so much
have added weight, well just a touch.
Oh Blast it I’ll speak honestly
You are as fat as fat can be.
But I don’t care I love you still
There’s more of you my arms to fill.

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Pay back time.

Perchance to sleep and not to dream
I would I could but I can not.
Dreams in a never ending stream
Fate hath decreed to be my lot.
My conscience won't let me forget
That I have acted selfishly
In doing things I now regret.
Sends evil dreams to punish me.
I long to sleep but do not dare
I know not what dreams lie in wait
My punishment is hard to bear.
But my regrets came far too late.
Now at long last I've come to know
You must reap what you chose to sow.

Wednesday,07 March 2012

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Contrasts 07

The sky grew dark quite suddenly.
As from the west a massed array
of dark storm clouds which completely
obscured the light: Made night of day.
The lightning flashed the thunder roared.
All natures’ fury on display,
down constantly the raindrops poured
as if to wash all grime away.
An unexpected thunderstorm
which lasted but a little while.
Before the sun returned to warm
us with his all embracing smile.
Somewhat like life the weather is
it’s either misery or bliss.

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Seasoned Travellers for Chris Savin

In dreams I travel where I will.
Although I do not have the skill
to dictate where I want to go
Some people can do this I know.
They have acquired mastery
so they can control completely.
The content of their lucid dreams
Just as they like or so it seems
They tell me if I practice hard
in time I will gain my reward
Be free to travel astral
to anywhere I want to be
But until then I must make do
not knowing where I’m going to.

22-Nov-0

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Silent Night

I do not enjoy aural sex.
The creaking of the bed next door
is always guaranteed to vex.
I don’t use motels any more.
Especially the cheaper ones
where beds are rented by the hour
I cannot stand the ersatz moans
which some poor fool is paying for.
I bought myself a mobile home
where I can get to sleep in peace.
No matter where I’m forced to roam.
From sleepless nights I’ve found release
A salesman’s job is not much fun
when there is travelling to be done.

9-Oct-07

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Life goes on

.

A lightning blasted tree still stands.
It bears no hint of greenery
but Mother Nature understands.
The tree provides a haven
for lesser creatures in her care.
A place to nest a place to rest
small creatures living everywhere.
Wherever they find suits them best.
The tree though dead still sustains life
as its substance rots away.
A sanctuary free from strife
the tree providing still today.
Although it’s dead the blasted tree
still serves a purpose faithfully.

17-Apr-08

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May I have The Pleasure for M lady Ernestine

Come let us dance the night away.
Content to hold and to be held close,
what need have we for words to say?
What beating hearts articulate
conjoined in perfect harmony
and smiling eyes reiterate.
An all embracing empathy.
Two pairs of gaily dancing feet
are syncopated by the beat
into a union that’s complete.
Two hearts which beat in unison
which with the rhythm keep in time.
Their only wish the band plays on.
To hold and be held is sublime.

9-Apr-08

Saraband Sonnet

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Monentary aberration.

A brief encounter innocent
Of any forethought or intent
We touched almost by accident
and yet I must confess it meant.
A sudden pang of discontent
Which quickly came and quickly went.
A moment that devil sent
To tempt me was his sole intent.
It was a failed experiment.
My love for you is permanent.
It would be to my detriment
to give my assent or consent.
To any plot he could invent.
I hold all cheats beneath contempt.

Monday,29 March 2010
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Glass Ceiling.

Business women power dress.
Their sole intent is to impress
The world with their efficiency
and not their femininity.
Though many try few will succeed
Men are unwilling to concede
That any woman possibly
can hope to claim equality.
Men think that masculinity
confers superiority.
Though women know it isn’t true
There’s very little they can do.
To change the system that exists.
The old boy’s network will resist.

Thursday,03 March 2011
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