I'm Not The Man I Used To Be!
I’m not the man I used to be
In fact I’ve changed considerably.
Sixteen stone my fighting weight.
I really don’t appreciate.
The fact I’ve lost a lot of weight
Eleven stone is all I weigh.
If I step on the scales today.
The other five faded away
I used to be six feet two
It seems my height is shrinking too.
I can’t deny that this is true
Six feet is the best that I can do.
I do not let it worry me
I think that very possibly.
I am the way I’m meant to be.
Although there’s rather less of me.
Much less than what there used to be.
What’s left still works efficiently.
Although I tire easily.
Old age is creeping up on me
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Best foot forward for M 'lady Wennie
Each road you take comes to a fork
and both new paths look much the same
To left, to right which one to walk.
Which of the two will win the game.
Unless you’re blessed with second sight
you will not know which path to choose.
An even chance you’ll get it right.
You must decide you can’t refuse.
You find it harder to decide
each time you’re forced to make a choice.
Perhaps the fates are on your side
and you will find cause to rejoice.
This is the only game in town
and everybody has to play.
Some will go up and some go down.
Along life’s path they make their way.
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Absolute truth.
We die a little every day.
Commencing with our first drawn breath.
It's what we learn along the way.
Prepares us to accept that Death.
Is not the end though we don't know.
What happens when we cease to breathe
Or where we are supposed to go.
Why is it that we choose to grieve?
When a loved one goes on ahead.
Perhaps we ought to celebrate
that they are free, but choose instead
To weep and wail and rail at fate.
When I die don't cry for me.
Instead be glad that I broke free.
You can be sure you'll follow me
As all must die eventually.
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Prime Necessity
A house without books is a desert place
unfit for human habitation.
Sufficient cause for lamentation
a residence which lacks all claims to grace.
Though circumstances may force me to face
involuntary deprivation
Without the slightest hesitation
I would set to and fill the wasted space.
With simple wooden shelves which would display
My books neatly arranged in ordered rows
Makes them easier to find I suppose
I wonder how long they will stay that way
Verse written by master poets long since gone
Whose words live on as they were meant to do.
A lasting legacy of great value
not just to scholars but to every one.
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Deja Vu
I have been here before
and seen these sights
along this shore.
And yet before today
I have never passed this way.
Whence comes this memory
That I hold so crystal clear.
That red house those willow trees/.
I know not from what source springs.
My recognition of these things.
I only know it was mere chance
I chose to drive along this coast
Was it fate or circumstance?
That brought me here today to see.
These scenes familiar to me.
Or did I live another life
Before the one I’m living now
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No Change for MY Lady Irene
I’ll come to you at eventide
We’ll sit together side by side
and I will whisper I love you
Just as I always used to do.
We’ll watch the sun sink in the west,
This is the time we love the best
.You’ll tell me that you love me too
just as you always used to do.
Though times have changed our love has not.
We are contented with our lot.
You still love me I still love you
Just as always swore to do.
Our young ones from the nest have flown
and once again we are alone
Each day our love vows we renew
just as we promised that we’d do.
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Diversity for Friend Leslie
The sonnet form is capable
of being very flexible
It can be used to air your views
on almost anything at all.
From memories which you recall
to any subject you may choose.
Purists refuse to recognise
a sonnet form which in their eyes
is worthy of a total ban.
Because it differ from the form
which they insist must be the norm.
Petrarchan or Shakespearian.
Although they can stick to their views
I must refuse. I can’t agree
16/05/2009
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Tribute to W.E.Henley
Out of the night which covers me
Black as the pit from pole to pole.
I thank whatever Gods there be.
For my unconquerable soul.
Invictus. W.E.Henley 1849 -1903
A glosa
Out of the night that covers me.
I shall emerge into sunlight
The darkness holds no fears for me.
My goddess will preserve my sight.
Black as the pit from pole to pole
but I care not why should I fear
As I step out towards my goal.
Each pace I take brings it more near.
I thank whatever Gods there be
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She is my home for MY lady Irene
Green; green is the riverside grass
The willows weeping by the stream.
The song birds sing pleasantly
and yet my heart, my heart is sad.
My beloved is not here and so
the house echoes with emptiness.
I wait longing for her return.
Loneliness oppresses me
although I know she will come back.
A week can seem eternity.
I stand by the casement and watch
Keeping vigil impatiently.
In the distance a cloud of dust.
May herald she is on her way
My spirits lift, my heart takes wing.
The house will come to life again
once she steps over the threshold
without her the house is just a house.
Her presence makes the house a home
Without my lover to share it
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REbel for friend Rema
The cockerel crew at break of day.
Bid working men to make their way
to where they earned their honest crust
when hunger drives a man needs must.
Obey the cockerel’s clarion call.
So harness Dobbin to the plough
and leave behind a straight furrow
or hasten to the factory
amongst the grim machinery.
Obey the cockerel’s clarion call.
Of if perchance you’re office bound
surrounded only by the sound
of papers shuffled to and fro.
You have no choice you still must go.
Obey the cockerel’s clarion call.
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