Why 08 friend Thad

When Autumn comes promising gain.
This bounty we will gratefully accept.
The fruits of our hard labours we expect
assisted by the sunshine and the rain.
The roots and fruits and the sunripened grain,
which industrious workers will collect.
Although sometimes we learn by harsh precept.
The harvest fails and hunger stalks the land,
Then men adopt a different attitude.
Why this should be we cannot understand
Good harvests gain our earnest gratitude.
But should the harvest fail then we demand
from God an answer couched in language rude.

1-Oct-08
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When I hold you for MY Lady Irene

I wake and rise before the dawn.
I see the new day being born
When I’m alone, bereft, forlorn.
I think of you.

At noonday in the blazing heat
although I find a shady seat
I know that I am incomplete.
I think of you.

Then later when the twilight falls.
birds go to roost with sleepy calls.
One single thought my mind enthrals
I think of you

It matters not the time of day
nor where my weary footsteps stray
The only thing for which I pray
to be with you.

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Mutual antipathy.

Mutual antipathy

monotetra

I cannot say with certainty
that I am right though I might be.
You have the right to disagree.
I will consider carefully
the reasons that you offer me.
As to why you can’t agree.
I think that very possibly
there’s little possibility
That you will ever agree with me
You can’t admit that I might be
correct. Because you dislike me.
You are not thinking logically
I cannot claim with honesty
that I am quite prejudice free.
I don’t like you, you don’t like me.
At least on that we can agree.

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Water Music for M lady Chitra

I hear the music of the waterfall.
I am held fast entranced against my will.
It’s ceaseless flowing fluid melody
more potent than the fabled sirens call.
I cannot think nor can I move at all.
Completely absorbed by the symphony
it is as if that time is standing still.
Nothing seems to matter, nothing at all.
I am enraptured by the waterfall
Quite unaware that I’ve duties to fulfil
I think it may be true quite possibly
I’m not averse to being held in thrall.
There is no where I’d rather be
than where I am just listening quietly.

24/06/2009
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To a Skylark for M lady Ernestine

On fragile wings the skylark soars
up to the heights form whence he pours
his early morning orison.

He greets this day and every day
as if his duty is to pay
his respects to the risen sun.

This feathered songster fills the sky
with liquid flowing melody.
To the delight of everyone.

Who has the wit to listen to
the skylarks song forever new.
Before the fleeting chance is gone.

I choose to rise from my warm bed
to tread the dew wet grass instead.
To hear his morning orison.

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The Glory Hole for Friend Thad

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When all else fails the glory hole remains.
The final resting place for odds and ends
Unwanted trifles passed to us by friends,
we do not really want but we retain
They might come in handy, our refrain.
This odd collection builds up and extends
a welcome. To the oddments we will need
When we can find the time we need again.
The glory hole is indispensible
every house has one: A necessity
the last resort where we can hope to find
Just what we need so we are capable
of repairing damaged gadgetry
with salvaged parts from another kind.

13-Sep-08

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Confession Without Shame

I have sinned I must admit.
If that’s what you choose to call it
I did as nature bid me to
and I am certain you did too.
Making love is natural
for any healthy boy or gal
Sharing mutual ecstasy
can’t be a sin. At least to me.
What you believe is up to you
You can be sure saints did it too.
It may be wrongful in your sight
That is your choice you have the right.
Your standards don’t apply to me.
I’ll carry on quite happily.
The only sin I recognise
and this to everyone applies
To hurt another wilfully
the only way to act sinfully.

8-Sep-08

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My Privilege

A small girl dances unselfconsciously.
Quite unaware she has an audience
Dancing to music only she can sense
She’s so engrossed she does not notice me
I think that I am fortunate to see
A dance that has no trace of false pretence.
She dances naturally with confidence
A sight which enraptures me completely.

How sad it is to know that she will grow.
and sadly lose her childish innocence.
No more to dance so unselfconsciously.
By hard experience she will come to know
That she must wear a mask in self defence
and never ever show what lies below.

13-Sep-08

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Necessity.

Sometimes love dies of sheer neglect.
Love's not always as we expect.
Because we are less than perfect.
Love sometimes dies.

Love can survive eternally.
Although some choose to disagree.
But I believe the truth to be
Love can survive.

Love is a gift it can't be bought.
Love brings the happiness we sought.
Love offers absolute support
Love is a gift.

We fall in love because we must.
In time we learn we can adjust
Progressing into love from lust
We fall in love.

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Dying to succeed for Friend Jon London

The pace of life is fast and furious.
We have no time to simply stand and stare.
There is no peace to be found, anywhere,
so many pressures brought to bear on us.
Why is that we have to fume and fuss
lack of success is not so hard to bear
despite the direful warnings we hear
As for myself I find it curious.

Why many men assume that they must fail
if they don’t work a sixteen hour day.
Subsuming every other interest.
Some work themselves to death to no avail
because it seem to them the only way
To prove they’re better than the rest.

18-May-08

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