Thunderbox

In Granddad’s garden there still stands
a thunder box. A monument
built lovingly by Granddads hands,
intended to be permanent,
But fashions change and indoor loos
took the place of earth closets
So now it has a different use
but he can cope with life’s upsets.
It houses now his garden tools
Green painted and in good repair
Granddad has little time for fools.
Who cannot change and will not dare.
But Granddad can and Granddad will
accept the world cannot stand still.

21/07/2007

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Naturally for M lady Marci

At midnight still the roses bloom
Their colours pale beneath the moon
Scenting the air with rich perfume
while nightingales sing their sweet tune.
When all good folk are fast asleep
as slowly past the night hours creep.
Hidden by darkness lovers dare
enjoy their latest love affair
They snatch a stolen hour or two
in some well hidden rendezvous
Forbidden love they can’t declare
Makes their life easier to bear
The rose does what comes naturally
so do the lovers actually.

14-Oct-07

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I paid my dues

I’ve loved and won and loved and lost
and never stopped to count the cost.
For love’s a gamble you must take.
You have no choice make no mistake.
An age old question, ever new.
Which sometime will be asked of you.
Will you wager on happiness
and bet your life upon success.
Or are you too afraid to try
and let your chances pass you by
Then when you’re old and grey and bent
.How bitterly you will repent
the opportunities you missed.
You can’t remember being kissed.

12-Jun-08

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True Love Endures

True love endures when passion dies.
This should not come as a surprise,
it is a lesson all must learn
at their own pace each in their turn.
True love endures.

In time we learn to recognise
the honest truth from the half lies
and find the love for which we yearn.
True love endures.

There is no room for compromise
The truth is written in the eyes.
What you receive is what you earn
After the flames of passion burn
away the half truths and the lies.
True love endures.

(Poetic piers)

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Impassive Resistance.

I've seen the power of the sea
When it's attacking savagely.
The basalt cliffs which bar its path.
Which are contemptuous of its wrath.
The basalt cliffs resist the sea.
Though it attacks them ceaselessly
As long as these proud cliffs still stand.
The sea cannot invade the land.
The cliffs are rooted solidly.
A bulwark and a boundary.
The angry waves are powerless
against the might of this fortress
Which has endured for centuries
And still they stand triumphantly.

Saturday,23 June 2012

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Awesome or awful

Thou art my friend and yet my foe.
Thou praiseth me dishonestly.
Why is that thou acteth so
Art thou afraid of hurting me?
An enemy who honestly
declares my work is full of flaws.
Helps to improve my poetry
and thus adopts a wiser course.
Although he may show prejudice.
Attacking my attempts at verse
and show no sign of compromise
Methinks your flattery is worse.
I take both with a pinch of salt
and still improve though by default.

18-Sep-08

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Outstandingly average.

Outstandingly average.

I’m extraordinarily
ordinary. My only claim
to fame is my normality
I’ll never be a household name.
Nor do I think I’d want to be.
A bit player in life’s game
I do not court publicity
I ask for neither praise nor blame.
I’ll settle for obscurity.
I have no goal for which I aim.
I am content to simply
be a spectator of life’s game.
Express my views in poetry
To no effect quite probably.

Wednesday,13 October 2010
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Writers Block-Poppycock

I think that there will never be
A lack of wonders we can see.
For those of us prepared to look
in mother natures own scrap book.
We have the time to stand and stare
at beauty we find everywhere.
A flower where it should not be
inspires us to write poetry.
We poets are a special breed
and poetry fulfils our need.
To share the beauty we can see.
We choose our language carefully.
Creating images to share
with anybody anywhere.

Monday,26 July 2010
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The Minds eye for M lady Allie

The beauty of the desert lands
Lies in the multi coloured sands
which vary with the light of day.
Only the nomad understands.
By night the dunes look black and grey
but alter when the moonbeams play
across the valleys and the peak.
Creating pictures which cannot stay.
The beauty that the nomads seek
is to the desert lands unique.
Invisible to western eyes
which view the barren sands as bleak.
The beauty of desert lies
in what the viewers mind supplies.

11-Apr-08

Rubaiyat Sonnet

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Tomorrow is another day

The last rays of the setting sun
cast dark shadows beneath the trees.
The long hot day is nearly done.
How welcome is the cooling breeze
which brings relief to everyone.
In answer to the fervent pleas
of those who suffer beneath the sun.
The night will grant them quick release
from their confinement to the shade.
Now they can move about freely
which hitherto the sun forbade.
Night has cast down his tyranny.
Enjoy the coolness of the night,
it may be just a brief respite.

31-Jul-07

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