Tragedy
Hubert the Hippopotamus
was rather slow and ponderous
So he appeared quite dignified.
Although in fact deep down inside
He held a dream that he one day
would show the word that he could play.
That his forte was comedy
and people would pay happily
To see his latest slapstick show
But he was too ponderous and slow.
There was no way he’d ever be
the clown prince of comedy.
But still he tells his latest jokes
To all the other jungle folks.
28-May-08
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Sans Merci
Wouldst thou then I should depart.
A hollow man without a heart,
a victim of thy cruelty.
Hast thou non, e no trace of pity.
They beauty doth ensnare young men.
Thou toyest with them heartlessly
The bored, thou bidst them forth again.
A maiden lacking all pity.
Thy turn will come and thou wilt lose
thy heart in turn to some young man,
thy beauty’s lure he will refuse.
Thou art surprised because he can
Hoist upon thine own petard
methinks it is thy just reward
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Bereft for M lady Allison
Alone, alone, all, all alone
lost in a sea of misery.
Gone all the happiness I’ve known
because my love is gone from me
She did not volunteer to go.
When our call comes we have no choice
the only certainty we know.
When my call comes I shall rejoice
I know that you will wait for me.
Not even death can break our bond.
We swore to love eternally
until time ends and far beyond.
Without you there is nothing left.
I sit alone and weep bereft.
10-May-08
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What am I bid?
The tension builds: The auction room
is full of treasures on display
Though well placed lights disperse the gloom
some curios still hide away.
The seasoned bargain hunters know
they might find something that’s unique
and so they hunt both high and low.
It’s like a game of hide and seek.
Most have a special interest
and some are experts in their field.
The sellers hoping for the best
desire for profits unconcealed.
Some win some lose all held in thrall
until the final hammer fall.
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Case Hardened for Joe Poewhit
A macho man must strut his stuff.
Because he lacks the sense to see
That any man who’s man enough
Can let his feelings show freely
Secure in his identity
He does not care what other say
about his masculinity.
He chooses to go his own way.
But macho men feel they must hide
behind a shield of bravado
But deep inside they’re terrified
that other people get to know.
Their attitude is self defence
their bravado is all pretence
Sunday,17 January 2010
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Power Failure
Tonight I write by candle light
I am forced to by circumstance
Although the light is not too bright
I find that it gives me a chance.
To compare my life style today
with what I recall from my youth.
Reluctantly I have to say
If I should tell the honest truth
The simple life of yesteryear
may be a pleasant memory.
I much prefer my life today.
I need a brighter light to see
Advancing years have dimmed my sight
I dote upon electric light.
21-Nov-08
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Grin and Tonic for M 'lady Marilyn
I sometimes have a jaundiced view
when I survey the world today.
I have to pause and look anew
to try to see a different way.
It all depends on upon my mood.
The way in which I choose to see
and my prevailing attitude.
So in the end it’s down to me.
I wear an artificial smile
which will conceal the way I feel.
But oddly in a little while
I find my smile becoming real.
What I pretended has come true.
It works for me: why mot for you.
01/05.2009
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In two minds
John William Henry Barthrop wrote.
In iambic pentameter
an amusing suicide note
Stuck it on the water heater.
Which he turned on but left unlit.
Although his intent was to die.
He put no thought in planning it.
It was in fact a hopeless try.
The fool forgot to feed the meter
and very soon the gas ran out.
Fate decides, you cannot cheat her.
So he survives only to doubt
if in fact he really meant it.
He’s still alive though discontented.
05/11/2009
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Unintended Result
Too many signs along the road
an information over load
Although intended to prevent
increase the risk of accident
Its obvious that they can’t rely
on drivers driving sensibly.
Instead of adding yet more rules.
To be ignored by reckless fools
who think that rules do not apply
to them but to the other guy,
they meet head on, on a blind bend.
Not something I would recommend.
I wonder if you share my view too
many signs are bad for you.
23-May-08
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Sheela Na Gig
Sheela na Gig immodest maid.
A symbol of fertility.
Although the Christian church forbade
.She still appears quite frequently.
Her effigies protected by
stern laws and heavy penalties.
The old beliefs refuse to die
to no one but the priests surprise.
Sheela na Gig with legs apart
displays her femininity.
Some think her crude but she’s a part
of Irelands ancient history.
If to your eye she appears lewd
I must conclude you are a prude.
16-Sep-08
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