Superstitious nonsense?

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Gut feelings, hunches and E.S.P
mean very much the same to me.
That your subconscious is alert
to anything which may cause hurt.

You ignore them at your peril
it is your choice you have free will
If you are wise you listen to
the sage advices that’s offered you

The doubters will regret their choice
and wish they’d listened to the voice.
Which warned them clearly to beware
that danger threatens take great care

The press ahead and come to grief
Purely because the lacked belief
I do believe in E.S.P

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Kindly Interference

She lived alone because she chose,
she had no time for fickle men.
She had been hurt I must suppose
and was afraid to try again.

He lived alone but not by choice.
His secret dreams he would not voice
because he too had been betrayed
by a cold hearted selfish jade

They both had friends loyal and true.
Who secretly conspired to
attempt to make them change their mind.
Although the fates had been unkind.

And they succeeded very well
though none of them will ever tell
the happy couple what they did.
Some things are meant to remain hid.

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Personal Column

I seek a maid to marry me.
A homely maid who’s dutiful
a girl who can smile pleasantly.
Above a maid who’s beautiful.

For pretty girls think they can rule.
An equal partner's what I need
and not an empty headed fool
who’s just another mouth to feed.

I am not handsome it is true
But I work hard and I’m well paid
I earn sufficient to keep two
I am a master of my trade.

If this advert appeals to you.
Apply at once do not delay
But only homely girls will do
all pretty girls should stay away.

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The rocks abide

The rocks abide.

The wind swept crags command a view.
Across the rolling countryside
Where there is always something new.
Though seasons change the rocks abide.

The greening of the land in spring
Which turns to gold beneath the sun.
Then autumn changes everything.
A colour to suit everyone.

From this vantage point I see
The spring the summer and the fall.
Then winter with its stark beauty
My favourite season of them all.

An empty world of pristine white.
All blemishes hid from my sight.

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Today might be my lucky day.

Today might be my lucky day.

At auction sales I choose to buy
Odd quirky things that catch my eye.
I do not have a lot to spend
So in the end I must depend.
On buying things which I select
That greedy dealers would reject.
They only buy what the can sell.
From which they hope to profit well.
Attending auctions is my pleasure
Perhaps one day I’ll find a treasure.
Something the dealers left behind.
For amateurs like me to find

To benefit from their mistakes
A little luck is all it takes.

Saturday,03 December 2011
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Unseen dangers!

She prowls the floor then sits and stares.
But when I look there’s nothing there
But still watches carefully.
What does she see that I can’t see?

I wonder why she sits and stares.
Nothing will catch her unawares.
Perhaps she is protecting me
from dangers that I cannot see.

Cats tend to mind their own affairs.
They’re secretive and will not share.
The only thing that worries me.
I still don’t know what she can see.

Why should I worry needlessly?
While she watches protectively.

Thursday,22 September 2011
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Unseen enemy.

Unseen enemy.

We’ve had fierce gales and heavy rain.
A lull and then it starts again
The blue sky suddenly turns gray
We know bad weather’s on its way
Though up to now we’ve had no snow
Although the temperatures are low.
The frost makes walking hazardous
and broken bones are dangerous
When you are old you must beware
of dangers lurking everywhere.
Old brittle bones are prone to break.
It could be you make no mistake.
The black ice which you did not see
Can bring you down so easily.

Thursday,12 January 2012
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Kismet 2009

A man cannot escape his fate.
He must fulfil his destiny.
A peasant or a potentate
what is decreed will come to be.

His future is decided by
the three weird sisters who still weave.
Their multi coloured tapestry.
It matter not what you believe.

Each thread that represents a man.
Their nimble fingers intertwine.
They do not work to any plan
Completely random in design.

For they are blind and cannot see
the chaos they have caused to be.
They too are ruled by destiny.
they cannot change: No more can we.

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Life Review. fot J.T, Ellison

When you grow old as you must do
and you look backward to review.
The way that life has treated you
Where you have been, what you’ve achieved.
The blessings given and received.
a great deal more than you believed.
I think you find you are impressed
You know you’ve always done your best
and you have earned the right to rest.
No longer part of the rat race
You live your life at your own pace.
Perhaps you can accept with grace
When you conclude your life review.
You’ve done what you were meant to do.

05/09/2009
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Scandalmonger

Good Morrow gossip art thou well?
Methinks thou hast some news to tell,
what scandal now has reached thine ears.
Must thou believe all that thou hears?
And must thou then embroider it
to make a tastier tidbit.
Thou spreadest rumour cheerfully
shouldst thou not tremble fearfully
Does not thy conscience bother thee.
Art thou so blind thou canst not see,
thy flapping tongue doth cause distress
to honest folk who are helpless.
Against thy tongue there’s no defence.
None can proclaim their innocence.

21-May-08

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