What can you lose?

I’ve dreams to spare and dreams to share
For those of you prepared to dare
to leave behind reality
and try a little fantasy.

Although my dreams may not be new.
The promise that I make to you.
My dreams are all in good repair,
though some have seen a lot of wear.

You need not pay my dreams are free
because they’re low technology.
You do not need a power source
to view my dreams.Although of course

you must return them when you’re done
and if you’re truly satisfied
Exchange them for another one.
All sorts of dreams can be supplied.

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Misplaced confidence for M lady C.T.Heart

Although dreams can come true; they seldom do.
We are convinced this rule does not apply
to us. We will be treated differently.
Such is our egocentric point of view
So we believe the dreams which we pursue
could well come true. We see no reason why
we should not succeed if we really try.
We fervently believe we deserve to.

The old adage” Hope springs eternally
Does not accord with our experience
but we can disregard this easily”
although it goes against all common sense.
Dreams are not known for logicality.
So in our dreams we still place confidence.

10-Nov-08

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Flight of fantasy.

No moon tonight, the sky is indigo.
The stars appear as points of brilliant light
against the backdropp of the darkling night.
Far too far away for us to ever go.
And yet perhaps in time, you never know.
We may one day exceed the speed of light.
Though until we do we can claim the right
to send our questing minds where we cannot go

Our minds are free to defy gravity
and travel at the speed of thought.
We can indulge our love of fantasy.
Our minds need no technical support
although we know it is not reality.
Things may not be, as we were taught.

Thursday,13 May 2010
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Food for thought

The fields are bare, the harvest safe in store
Now is the time for man and beast to rest
King winter will enforce his frigid rule.
The fields are white, the harvest safe in store
In time the sun will shine and spring return
The earth will show renewed vitality
When sunshine puts an end to winters reign,
the frost retreats to let the spring return.
The farmers and the peasants know the score.
The city folk are merely parasites
who do not know nor want to know the score.
They are convinced they do not need to learn.
Confident that gold can buy anything,
this is not true. When famine strikes they’ll learn.

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Ambivalence?

Rime Royal

I’m just an ordinary guy.
I do not court publicity.
I avoid the public’s eye.
I prefer anonymity
to being a celebrity.
I’ll never be a household name
Basking in great public acclaim

I watch the passing years go by
Observing others quietly
I see no reason I should try
To make the wide world notice me.
I would prefer that they did not
I am quite happy with my lot.

I’ve heard it said that pigs might fly
There is a possibility.
My work may catch somebody’s eye

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Selina 08

The crescent moon can symbolise
so many things to different eyes
I think maybe it is not wise
to assume your view is right.

To me it means serenity
A symbol which eternally
floats on high for all to see
The silver lady of the night.

You have a different point of view
which to you seems to be as true.
I see no reason to argue.
It could be that we are both right.

A symbol of religion.
Something to meditate upon,
a mere relection of the Sun
Perhaps a cause for which to fight.

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Harmony restored for M lady Ernestine

The vicar, such a nice old gent.
Sees both sides of the argument.
But there is little he can do.
He will not choose between the two.
Maintains a strict neutrality
and prays for guidance reverently

The Sabbath should pass peacefully,
quite free from all hostility.
But Oh Dear Me it isn’t so
the organist will have to go.
So we regain tranquillity
and hear the choir properly.

The organist will take offence.
But we must act in self defence.
The vicar acts reluctantly
and grants the choirmaster’s plea.
The organist just has to go.
He played far too fortissimo.

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Morning always comes too soon

The morning always comes too soon,
when you are locked in loves embrace
You much prefer the gentle moon
to the suns bright shining face.
Which brings an end to your delight
When you are locked in loves embrace.
You can’t compare the soft dark night
to the suns bright shining face.
You can’t compare the soft dark night
with the birth of a new day.
Which brings an end to your delight
but can’t command the night to stay.
With the birth of a new day
you have to rise reluctantly.
When you are locked in loves embrace.
The morning always comes too soon.

4-May-08

Pantoum

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In Waiting for M' lady Fay

There is no bright sunshine today
it’s overcast the skies are grey.
A chill wind blows.

The harvest safely gathered in
and stored away in box and bin.
For no one knows.

How long it is until spring
returns to renew everything
Which lives and grows.

We will survive I am quite sure
but until then we must endure
The winter snows.

Now Mother Nature does her best,
tries to ensure her children rest.
Because she knows

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Surface Show for M 'lady Ernestine

Mayhap my lady teaseth me
When she derides the way I dress.
She mocketh me for soberness
But I forgive her readily
In all else though she pleaseth me.
She knows right well I must impress
my masters with my worthiness
That’s why I dress so soberly.
Though she can flaunt her finery
As well befits a pretty maid
But I alas must remain staid
When we are in society.

But when we are alone she knows
That I can act quite differently.
When I can don much brighter clothes
Which she approves apparently.
I am a peacock in disguise
which to my lady’s no surprise.

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