Perceptions.
Extinguishing the candle flame.
Initiates my nightly game.
My room’s subject to subtle change
as questing moonbeams re-arrange.
The shadows which were left behind.
So everything is now outlined
in silvery reflections.
Altering my perceptions.
Highlighting things that generally
I overlook, just do not see.
Recalling distant memories
of half forgotten fantasies
Which gently lull me off to sleep
So much more fun than counting sheep.
Sunday,31 October 2010
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Lip Service
The ladies of the Women’s Guild.
well armoured in their tweeds and pearls.
Are sure that they will feel fulfilled
by doing good for wayward girls.
Although their vaunted charity
is mainly theoretical.
These pillars of society
are totally impractical.
They won’t consider taking in
young girl who has gone astray.
To free her from a life of sin.
Oh dear me no the ladies say.
Although they have our sympathy.
We keep our own homes trouble free.
1-May-08
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A Dad
Any fool can be a father.
It takes a man to be a Dad.
Though some fellows would much rather
play the field as Jack the Lad.
Take their pleasure where they can
avoid responsibility
The lack the guts to be a man
despite their masculinity.
Real Dads are made of sterner stuff.
Take their duties seriously
stay steadfast when the goings tough
and always try their best to be.
The kind of Dad who’s firm but fair.
But best of all He’s always there.
7-Sep-08
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Self justification.
It’s not so easy to forget.
The things we did which we regret
Though if we try we may succeed
in justifying every deed.
Convince ourselves we had no choice
Ignore the inner nagging voice.
Which reminds us constantly.
We did what we did willingly.
We know when we indulged our lust
that we betrayed another’s trust.
We did not see it as a crime
and we enjoyed it at the time.
Although in time we realise
that our excuses are all lies.
Friday,21 January 2011
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Unsung Hero.
Although he has prosthetic limbs.
His sense of purpose never dims.
Now he has learnt to walk anew.
He is quite certain he can do.
As well as any other man.
He’s out to show the world he can.
He still a man and he is proud
that he can mingle with the crowd.
On equal terms apparently.
He has the capability
to reach success in any field.
The wounded warrior will not yield.
He will achieve his vowed intent
to return to his regiment.
Thursday,02 December 2010
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Baldly Stated
I use to wear it centre parted.
But now alas it has departed
When I was young I had thick hair
but now my head’s completely bare.
I wear a hat against the sun
a sunburnt scalp is not much fun.
The only plus that I can see
I need not pay a barbers fee
nor spend my money on shampoo
As hirsute men are forced to do.
A sign of masculinity
they say though I would rather be
Possessor of a well thatched head
than one from which all hair has fled.
1-Jun-08
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Useless, A challenge entry
The handbook isn’t written yet
that will teach me to forget.
The years of happiness we shared.
I have no doubt because we dared,
to accept that we were meant to be.
Bonded together as a pair
Because we matched so perfectly.
A partnership beyond compare.
There’s no hand book nor will there be.
In any language known to man,
which can erase your memory.
I am certain that nothing can
Of what use could a handbook be?
It won’t relieve my misery.
23-Sep-08
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Frost filigrees for M 'lady Ernestine
The first frost paints the window panes
with filigrees of silver white
The artist takes the greatest pains
to ensure that he gets it right.
Though very sad it’s also true.
His artistry is all in vain,
it only lasts an hour or two
before the glass is clear again.
We can enjoy it for a while.
That is what we’re meant to do.
Tomorrow in his usual style
he will have painted it anew.
A different pattern put on show
created there on my window.
28-Oct-08
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Happpy Heretic
The seven deadly sins must be.
Reserved for Cardinals and such
who are completely out of touch
with everyday reality
For they believe apparently.
That greed is asking far too much
but gluttony can be a crutch
for those who live in misery
And seeming sloth could be M.E.
Rendered blind by their own pride,
They raise their voice in righteous wrath.
I think perhaps they envy me
because I do not have to hide
my sins. I’m free to choose my path.
18-Oct-08
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Maturely Considered Opinion
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Approaching his centenary.
The old man did not seem to be
at all concerned apparently.
About the fact that he was old.
Still a player in life’s game
He took each day just as it came
and treated every day the same.
He did not feel that he was old.
Though he had reached a ripe old age
Much greater then the average
He did not see that he should rage
against the fact that he was old
He saw no reason to complain
he’d rather not be young again.
07/07/2009
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