Temporary Purity
The once white snow is dirty grey.
Churned into slush by passing feet,
pedestrians pass to and fro.
Along this busy shopping street
At 5am it had been white.
Before the world was wide awake
Fresh snow had fallen through the night
like frosting on a birthday cake.
I could not sleep and watched it fall.
My windows overlook the street
Well before anyone at all
had left the marks of booted feet
But life goes on despite the snow,
as all the blurry footprints show.
Monday,09 November 2009
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Crazy Antics For Harriet Bishop
I watched an ant and wondered why.
He was convinced he had to try
to climb a grass stem to the top
and down the other side none stop.
Why did he feel he had to climb?
It was a complete waste of time.
But Ants do what they want to do
I know because I’ve watched a few.
I don’t think ants are very bright,
they very seldom get it right.
Though I can’t think the way ants do.
He might have had good reason to
climb to the top and down again.
Or just may be he was insane.
10-Sep-08
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Mental Arithmetic
Twice two is four twice four is eight.
I do not need to calculate.
I learnt my tables long ago.
I need not think because I know.
The check out girls rely on tills
because they do not have the skills
Which I was taught in junior school.
They’ve always been a useful tool.
Without the till they would be lost
they cannot calculate the cost
of groceries I want to buy.
I think I know the reason why.
They don’t learn tables any more
and consequently can’t keep score.
Friday,16 July 2010
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A little and often will suffice
No pain no gain, but that’s insane
When you feel pain it’s warning you
that you should really think again.
What it is that you try to do.
Increase your strength and stamina.
To exercise for its own sake
can often make you go too far.
So pace yourself for safety’s sake.
For if you push yourself too hard.
You do more damage than you know.
A heart attack’s a poor reward
The best advice is taking it slow.
If you are wise you will think twice
Before you over exercise.
17-Sep-08
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Most Unfair for M lady Ernestine
The Duchess danced delightfully.
The Duke was cursed with two left feet.
Whilst she was dancing gracefully
the Duke would simply drink and eat.
She kept her figure trim with ease
She defied the advancing years
The Duke quite frankly was obese
oblivious to disgusted stares.
The Duchess died at sixty one
why this should be a mystery
The fat old Duke just carried on
still going strong at ninety three.
I think this simply goes to show.
When your time’s up you have to go.
30-May-08
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I believe 2012
When moonlight filters through the trees.
I sometimes hear sweet melodies.
Carried towards me on the breeze.
Music guaranteed to please.
It comes from where the fairies dance.
I'm not afraid to take a chance.
To follow it and steal a glance.
Which would do nothing but enhance.
My belief that fairies do exist.
A fact that others may resist.
Despite the legend that persist.
Although I am a realist.
And not some dreaming fantasist.
I claim to be a pragmatist.
Wednesday,15 February 2012.
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Catastrophe? for JT ellison
He spoke in deep heart rending tones
which stirred the marrow of your bones.
Of the great sorrow that he bore,
he would know happiness no more.
Whilst busy with some lawful task
he’d slipped and broken his hip flask.
His whisky soaked into the ground.
There was no solace to be found
Unless of course some kindly soul
would volunteer to pay the toll
to have his whisky flask renewed.
Earn his undying gratitude
But we who’d heard his tale before
paid no attention any more.
6-Jul-08
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Check, double check and discard for friend Thad
You can prove statistically.
The truth of things which cannot be
proven empirically.
Manipulating carefully
the figures which do not agree.
You seem to prove apparently.
The truth of facts which are untrue.
That is what fanatics do
in their attempts to persuade you.
You must adopt their point of view
but you are foolish if you do.
What can be proved statistically
To me lacks credibility
and can be disproved easily.
Examined analytically
as all statistics ought to be.
15-Aug-08
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Cliff Dwellers for M lady Ernestine
Cliff Dwellers
The sea cliffs rise majestically.
Perhaps a thousand feet or more
From narrow ledges sea birds soar.
To reap the bounty of the sea.
They demonstrate their mastery
of life along this rocky shore
By hunger driven to explore
the ever changing boundary
Where earth meets sea and sea meets sky.
These buccaneers can pick and choose
a great deal more than they can use.
It seems that nature can supply.
Everything which they might need
to satisfy their boundless greed.
08/10/2009
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Yesterday/Tommorrow
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The silent shadows echo mysteries.
Across the disused nursery floor, a toy
Abandoned long ago by a child lies.
No echoes or mysteries can destroy.
The memories stored in a mothers mind.
Her children went and she was left behind,
To potter round to fill the day.
The big old house which served her family well
Is too big now to cope with on her own
The passing years and dwindling income tell
A story that is now far too well known.
Tomorrow she leaves for a nursing home.
Tomorrow when the children come.
Tuesday,13 March 2012
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