Unmet Need or M' lady Tara

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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Foresight

Some sweet peas still defy the frost.
A battle which will soon be lost,
Though they have battled valiantly
they can’t defeat their enemy.
Which kills each blossom one by one.
Quite soon the last one will be gone.
I pick the seed pods to be dried
and store them safe and warm inside.

When spring returns I will prepare
their seed bed with the greatest care
I will ensure it is weed free
and I will feed it thoroughly.
Before I plant my precious seed
So I am sure they will succeed.
and in due course produce for me
their pretty blooms abundantly.

20-Nov-07

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Ego te absolve

When you are young then you believe
the whole world revolves about you.
Quite simply you cannot conceive
what you believe may not be true.

The whole world revolves about you
the centre of the universe.
As you so selfishly pursue
the great ambitions that you nurse.

Quite simply you cannot conceive
that other people have in their sights
far different dreams which they perceive.
As being well within their rights.

What you believe may not be true
as you mature you’re sure to learn.
The world does not exist for you.
You will receive just what you earn.

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English Lit as it is taught For Sidi Mahtrow

English lit as it is taught.

My daughter was quite fond of Chaucer.
It was her choice I didn’t force her.
She treated Shakespeare with disdain.
Considered him to be pain.
Although her teachers would insist
he was the greatest tragedist.
That England ever had produced.
She refused to be seduced.
By the established point of view.
Though she was forced to listen to
Them singing praise of the bard.
They failed despite their trying hard.
She still considered Will a fraud
a failed exam was her reward.

Monday,08 November 2010
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The Lion Roars for M lady Ernestine

The ancient guardians of the land
Supernal warriors of the past
are waiting still I understand
‘Til they are called to protect us.

From some new threat we have to face.
Just when it seems that we must fail.
The long dead champions of our race
will join our ranks: We will prevail.

King Arthur and his band of knights
and Hereward will wake again.
The victors of forgotten fights
will swell our ranks; none will abstain.

So let our enemies beware.
The Lion roars defiance still,
the guardians are yet taking care.
They always have and always will.

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Sex Discrimination

She trusted and she was betrayed
At least according to the maid.
She swore that she was innocent
and unaware of my intent.

The maiden lied as women do.
They enjoy first and then they rue.
Though it takes two to play loves game
it seems that I must bear the blame.

Why should she be seen as guilt free.
When she is just as blameworthy,
but she will live and I will die.
Her father means to hang me high.

Although I am not innocent.
I am entitled to resent
the obvious inequality.
I have to die but she goes free.

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Good Question

Of what does happiness consist?
Merely a feeling of content
is it enough to just exist?

Is it just a sometime thing?
Which we experience now and then
that stirs our hearts so they must sing.

If we don’t know the opposite
how can we know that we are glad?
I think it only apposite.

We meditate and celebrate
all the emotions we can feel.
So we with confidence can state.

Today I am not sad but glad
to be who and where I am.
All in all life’s not too bad.

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Initial Attraction

What lies beneath the surface smile?
which you display to everyone?
The mask you wear to be in style.
What lies beneath is yours alone.

Does it indicate interest?
What lies beneath the surface smile?
And will I perhaps pass the test
enjoy your company for a while.

Is it a sign of practiced guile?
or simple act of self defence.
What lies beneath the surface smile?
Must I rely on my sixth sense?

My need to know grows more intense
I am prepared to wait awhile
to try and gain your confidence.
What lies beneath the surface smile?

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Absolute proof.

Absolute proof

Blood, sweat and tears don’t disappear
But always leave some trace behind.
Forensic science makes it clear
there’s always something we can find
A fibre here or just a hair.
A finger print that you have missed.
All tend to prove that you were there.
The smallest clue can still persist.
You’re sure; you’ll get away Scott free
The evidence says otherwise.
It will prove quite definitely.
Your alibi’s a pack of lies.
The final proof your DNA.
Will prove to you crime does not pay.

Wednesday,22 September 2010
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Threepenny Bits

Our little dog is very old.
She’s rather deaf and almost blind
and if the honest truth were told
You might think my words unkind.
She often has an accident
The reason isn’t hard to find,
she’s senile and incontinent
She has but one thought in her mind
She hasn’t lost her appetite
The only pleasure left to her
she hunts by scent and not by sight
for any food that’s on offer.
We never know where we will find
some souvenir she’s left behind.

13-Nov-08

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