Wondering for M 'lady Tara
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Today I saw a winsome Nun.
A negative in black and white.
I wondered if she had begun
to question if her choice was right.
And was she really positive
a life of prayer would satisfy
When she had so much more to give,
given the opportunity
Had her choice been freely made?
Or was she merely dutiful?
Had she been promised as a child?
It’s not at all unusual
to be denied the right to choose.
A subtle form of child abuse.
19-May-08
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Content.
All things bright and beautiful
all creatures great and small.
If you are rich and powerful.
Then you can have them all.
Each little flower that opens.
Each little bird that sings
If you can afford it; then
you can have all of these things
But cash cannot buy happiness
True happiness is not for sale.
So if you only seek success.
Although you win you’re bound to fail
The secret of true happiness
To have enough no more no less.
31/08/2009
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The Other Side for M Lady Tara
Two little ghosts out walking at night
When one little Ghost cried out in fright
Oh Dear I think I see a man.
He’s over there I’m sure I can
The other ghost says you cannot do
there are no men they are not true
Just old Ghosts tales to frighten you
and if they were what could they do
There are no men there never was
I know that’s true because.
My old professor told me so
and he was clever he should know.
The whole idea amuses me
A living man you’ll never see
(Apr 04)
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Quality Tells for M lady Ernestine
Though poorly dressed she’s clean and neat.
She has a smile for everyone
She doesn’t live on easy street
but looks as though she might have done.
At some time in her hidden past
.She still retains her dignity
and holds to values which will last
Faces the world confidently
She has known wealth and poverty
and sees them both for what they are.
Impermanent, temporary
Which she will not allow to mar.
Her inborn sense of her own worth
A lady still but down to earth.
14-Oct-07
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R.i.p
I know a reformed paedophile
and he is where he ought to be.
Buried deep beneath a pile
of monumental masonry
An enraged father killed the beast
and pleaded provocation.
Nobody cavilled in the least
when he received probation.
He had saved children from abuse
and cured a problem at its source.
For paedophiles are of no use,
Though some will disagree of course.
He slumbers deep and peacefully
his disease cured permanently.
22-Aug-08
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Tourist attraction. for M' lady Denise
A hanging stone on the high tor.
Is balancing precariously.
A well known curiosity
Which may well last for evermore.
It has defied the elements.
We think for many centuries
and barring any accident
It will remain place to tease.
The pessimists who are quite sure
The day will come when it must fall.
The hanging stone is a treasure
Which belongs to one and all.
The hanging stone on the high tor
A monument you can’t ignore.
Sunday,18 July 2010
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Eureka! Todays Idiocy.
He stands alone, he has B.O
He has no friends to let him know.
He is supremely ignorant
that he needs a deodorant.
He does not wish to be alone.
But sadly he has never known.
The fact that he smells so bad
If he was told he would be glad.
To take a bath. use aftershave
in short become a willing slave.
But no one dare get close enough
to tell him all about such stuff.
He stands alone he has B.O.
how very sad he does not know
.26/10/2009
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Faith & Hope.
I am not a religious man
I place my faith and loyalty.
Like any other football fan.
In the demi -gods I see.
Performing minor miracles
of ball control and football skill
In overcoming obstacles.
To score the goal which will fulfil.
My ambitions for my team
Which is to see them win again
The FA Cup, that is my dream.
A team of dedicated men.
The faithful pray to save their souls
But football fans just pray for goals
Wednesday,15 February 2012
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Cat nap
There is a quiet place I know.
where in the spring shy violets grow.
A peaceful place where I will find
I’ve left my troubles all behind.
Though it was built on long ago
When I am troubled I still go.
Back to that spot I still know where.
A single thought will take me there
and once again I find release
I sit and muse in perfect peace.
There all my troubles disappear.
Though I am there I am still here.
You think perhaps that I’m asleep
There are some secrets one must keep.
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Hold back the night
Hold back the night. Let not the light
fade and disappear from view
I still have duties yet to do.
Hold back the night I’d fain put right
and leave with honour shining bright.
Mistakes I made as all men do.
before I bid this world adieu
and then accept the fall of night.
I’m truly not afraid to die.
Because I know I’ve done my best
and that is all a man can do.
I hope I’ll be remembered by,
when finally I’m laid to rest.
Those who I loved, who loved me too.
16-Jun-07
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