Inspiration, motivation, satisfaction
Your wants and needs are not the same.
You needs you cannot do without.
Your wants are quite a different game.
Things that you choose to dream about.
Long cherished dreams can motivate
you to make that extra effort
and when you win appreciate.
It was much easier than you thought.
Some people are content to dream
others will make their dreams come true.
All part and parcel of life’s scheme.
Dreamers just dream and doers do..
Though some of us combine the two
We dream at first and then we do.
Saturday,21 August 2010
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Awestruck for M lady Tara
Awestruck
In the distance peals of thunder
as the skies are rent asunder.
Massed ranks of clouds threatening rain
the lightning strikes and strikes again.
Forked spears of light, electric blue
can pierce the storm clouds through and through
The storm clouds offer no defence.
I know from past experience.
The lightning bolts will win again
and force the clouds to release rain
upon the thirsty earth below.
I watch and wait to see the show.
I watch in wonderment and awe
Although I‘ve seen it all before.
07/04/2009
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Can it be wrong?
Can it be wrong
A shaft of sunlight through the trees
plays on the surface of a pool.
Unruffled by the slightest breeze.
Presents a scene both green and cool.
A quiet place to sit and dream
and while a pleasant hour away.
Just musing on some far fetched scheme
of what you might do one fine day.
The stillness calms your restless mind.
You feel all tensions drain away
forget the world you left behind.
Although you know you cannot stay
beside the pool within the wood.
Can it be wrong to wish you could?
2-Sep-08
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Youthful fantasies. a redondilla
redondilla
To tell my love forbidden me.
So I must suffer silently.
I love a lady who is wed
and so my love remains unsaid.
The lady is beyond reproach
an Icon I cannot approach.
She would reject me if I should
There is no doubt at all she would.
She does not know that I exist
and yet my feelings still persist.
I dream about her constantly
and I will love her faithfully.
That is until I chance to meet
another maiden just as sweet.
I fall in love regularly
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Cyhydedd Naw Ban
The mountains are high covered in snow.
They overlook the valley below
Where farmers must work tilling the soil,
they’d rather be free; not have to toil..
No man can be completely free. Though
some think they ought to be they know
their contrasting desires in turmoil.
Most choose to stay faithful to the soil.
A few choose freedom and gladly go.
Circumstances may combine to foil
the fervent wish to be freed from toil.
It is just a dream as you well know.
You are free to dream but not to go.
Because you are a Son of the Soil.
13-Feb-09
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Nightwatch for My LADY IRENE
When silence fills the bowl of night.
My lady slumbers peacefully,
to lie beside her is my right.
A source to me of sheer delight.
My lady slumbers peacefully.
She is aware that I am near
safeguarding her security.
She knows she can rely on me
To lie beside her is my right
a privilege I had to earn.
I am rewarded by the sight
this night and every other night.
A source to me of sheer delight.
My lady dreams her dreams in peace
When silence fills the bowl of night
I watch and ward her by moonlight.
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Nocturnal artistry for M lady Ann Beard
Nocturnal artistry
The frost adds glitter to the grass.
Which stands erect like silver spears.
Transient beauty which will pass.
The suns rays make them disappear.
Lacy designs on window glass.
More delicate than human art
We’d like to keep them but alas.
WE must accept they will depart.
When morning breaks the sun will rise
Undo the efforts of Jack Frost
which we expect it’s no surprise.
Though we bemoan the beauty lost.
Tonight Jack Frost will paint again
his patterns on each window pane.
Sunday,13 December 2009
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Get Out Of My Face!
I may be growing paranoid.
I find it better to avoid.
Those members of the human race.
Who rudely intrude on my space
And think I should be overjoyed.
I firmly show them I’m annoyed.
I do not wish to give offence
But I must act in self defence.
I make my feelings very plain
and treat them with a cold disdain
Some are so insensitive.
They find it easy to forgive.
What they perceive as my shyness.
I have work hard to impress.
My dislike for their company
I don’t care what they think of me
The space that’s personal to me
Is sancrosanct or it should be.
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Not even a knight bannarette.
Not even a knight bannerette.
Today some wannabees long to be
part of the aristocracy.
So they research their family tree
in search of noble ancestry.
They’re quite prepared to spend their brass
to prove that they are upper class.
I’m sad to say that most; alas
Find ancestors they’d rather pass
Although they hope they rarely find.
The noble blood they have in mind.
But plenty of the common kind.
The family legend’s undermined.
Eventually they realise.
The family legend’s based on lies.
Monday,16 August 2010
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Unmet Need
I know not that for which I yearn
But know my life is incomplete,
At night I lie and toss and turn
But always I meet with defeat.
Sometimes my heart will miss a beat.
I know not that for which I yearn
A malady I cannot treat
Sometimes it goes but will return.
Perhaps in due course I will learn
What I must know to be complete.
I know not that for which I yearn
Until I know I can’t compete.
So like an echo I repeat
What must I do to earn
full forgiveness for my deceit
I know not that for which I yearn.
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