Wasted Effort
Who steals my purse steals only trash.
My credit cards are all maxed out
I have no job I have no cash
so sadly he must do without.
The goodies that he hoped to buy
at my expense or so he thought.
The fix he needed to get high.
All of his effort gone for naught
The truth is I’m completely broke.
No job, no home, no family.
I hope that he can see the joke
that fate has played on him and me.
He thought to gain but he did not.
What have I lost—not a lot
14/08/2009
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Twilight in Valencia for M lady Onelia
The sun goes down and daylight fades
as love sick swains sing serenades
beneath fair ladies balconies.
Their voices carried on the breeze
to reach the ears of old women.
Who are no longer beautiful
and don’t appeal to younger men
Though now demure and dutiful.
they had their hey day in the sun.
When they had suitors by the score
So now they listen just for fun
It doesn’t matter anymore.
But still they smile remembering
Duennas can’t see every thing.
27-Oct-08
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Fair Warning.
Methinks thou art a lying knave.
To thy desires nought but a slave.
Prepared to grovel if needs must
to satisfy thy endless lust.
Philandering thy favourite game
pursuing any maid or dame..
Thou treateth women with contempt
With honeyed words thou dost attempt.
Seduction as is thy wont.
Now listen well to what I want.
I want thee far away from here.
If thou should choose to linger near.
Then surely I will run you through
As any decent man would do.
Sunday,11 July 2010
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Borrowed Time
His life is drawing to its close.
He has lived past three score and ten
and has no reason to suppose
That he should know the how and when.
He is not ready yet to go
his life is full of interest
Although his pace of life is slow
he has retained his youthful zest.
Now often plagued by aches and pains,
accepts them philosophically.
Its very seldom he complains,
he knows there is no remedy
for his ailments. He is quite sure
death will provide a lasting cure.
8-May-08
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Genenology
When I researched my family tree.
I found out that quite possibly
I should conceal my ancestry.
They were not as my mum believes
aristocrats but cattle thieves.
It’s odd how family pride perceives
their ancestors as respectable.
It makes them feel more comfortable
although it is a load of bull.
I’m not ashamed why should I be
because of my discovery
It makes no odds I am still me.
You will do well to bear in mind
you may not like what you will find.
11-Apr-08
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Am I prejudiced?
I am a slave to poetry.
I do not wish to be set free
a willing prisoner happily.
Constrained by strict parameters.
Which form the rules for formal verse,
to discipline I’m not averse.
Though modernists all claim to be
Poets. I find I can’t agree.
Their work has small appeal for me.
I can’t commit to memory
One single piece of free form verse.
In my opinion even worse
they are deliberately perverse.
Delighting in obscurity
contemptuous of clarity.
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Keeping Faith for M lady Naizz
Keeping Faith.
I am benighted and afraid.
Darkness descended rapidly.
As if the gods themselves forbade
me to complete successfully.
The pilgrimage to which I’m sworn
to save my soul from jeopardy
I'll watch and pray until the morn
And then continue on my way
Though demons whisper in the night
and challenge all that I believe
My faith sustains me in the fight.
At first light I will surely leave.
I will defeat the enemy
and reach my goal triumphantly.
22/04/2009
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Late Evening stroll for Friend Bob
Night falls swiftly and silently.
Across the quiet countryside.
The new moon shows through fitfully.
Although the dark clouds try to hide.
This slender crescent from our view.
They succeed only partially.
Soft silver beams keep breaking through
providing light so I can see.
Quite well enough to find my way.
The darkness does not frighten me
though I prefer the light of day
But still stroll contentedly
by paths familiar to me.
Which lead me home eventually.
14/07/2009
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Godivas Granddaughter For Friend Denis Joe
Sky Clad she rode her motorbike
around the town at normal speed.
No one had ever seen the like
but all the fellers were agreed.
That she deserved a rousing cheer.
She’d livened up a boring day
They hoped she would again appear
a sight for which they’d gladly pay.
The lady had fulfilled her bet.
None knew her real identity,
the townsfolk talk about it yet.
But it remains a mystery.
Just who she was and why she chose
to ride Sky Clad nobody knows.
20-May-08
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File Clerks Lament.
File clerk’s lament.
I dreamt a dream of pure delight.
Then woke up to reality
I know it was a fantasy.
It satisfied my appetite
for beauty which I rarely see.
Confined to grimy city streets.
My restless spirit was quite free
to travel where it wants to be.
My mind is capable of feats.
Which are denied to my body.
I visit worlds where none compete
and all are treated equally.
Unlike this weary world of woe
that’s all I am allowed to know.
Saturday,21 August 2010
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