As ye sow so must ye reap
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.
An old adage which still applies today
You paid no heed although you had been warned
But you will learn there is a price to pay.
You chose to lie to satisfy your lust
You promised her complete fidelity
But then you shamelessly betrayed her trust.
Only a fool could fail to see that she.
Would feel she had the right to punish you.
But she was wise enough to know
that in due course you will receive your due.
Your many sins will not be allowed to go.
unpunished: You must suffer in your turn.
A lesson which philanderers all learn.
Friday,05 March 2010
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I am a man!
I am a man full grown.
I have the right to choose
To make my way alone
What have I got to lose? .
If I refuse to do
as you expect me to.
I owe nothing to you
I will choose my own way.
Today and every day
I am man, my own man
Friday,05 March 2010
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Open Up Woman
Im beggin forgiveness
But its gonna take a miracle
cos Ive been lyin
She dont wanna know and I think its impossible
Said open up woman
I know that youre sad and lonely
If I could hold you
We could make it again
Listen all you men
Be good and be warned
Hell hath no fury
Like the wrath of a woman scorned
Open up woman
Give me a chance
No more lyin
No more secrets
If I could make you
I would take you away and cover up your sadness
I keep sayin open up woman
But you dont wanna hear my promise
If I cant have you
Then I dont need a heart
Listen all you men
Be good and be warned
Hell hath no fury
Like the wrath of a woman scorned
Open up woman
And give me a chance
Listen all you men
Be good and be warned
Hell hath no fury
Like the wrath of a woman scorned
Livin in silence
Of my own makin
Though she wont show me
I know that her heart and soul are achin
Open up woman
I know that youre lost and let down
Im gonna keep tryin
stead of losin again
Listen all you men
Be good and be warned
Hell hath no fury
Like the wrath of a woman scorned
Open up woman
And give me a chance
Open up woman
Open up woman
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Dancing Words for Friend Mark Slaughter
There’s more to writing poetry,
than choosing your words carefully.
Selecting words you know will rhyme.
You must consider too the time
the beat your words will be dancing to
In just the way you want them too
.The rhythm furnished by the meter
helps your words to flow much sweeter.
The basic rules you have to learn
so you can teach them in your turn
To other poets who are new
and do not know as much as you.
The feedback which you will receive
will satisfy you I believe.
3-Mar-09
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Self justification.
It’s not so easy to forget.
The things we did which we regret
Though if we try we may succeed
in justifying every deed.
Convince ourselves we had no choice
Ignore the inner nagging voice.
Which reminds us constantly.
We did what we did willingly.
We know when we indulged our lust
that we betrayed another’s trust.
We did not see it as a crime
and we enjoyed it at the time.
Although in time we realise
that our excuses are all lies.
Friday,21 January 2011
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Mother knows
The odour of an apple pie.
Fresh baked and set aside to cool.
Would tempt a stronger soul than I
to discard sense and play the fool.
Beneath that crisp and golden crust
there lie stewed apples rich and sweet.
Arousing a small boy’s greedy lust.
My mother is nobody’s fool
she knew just what I hand in mind
and well before I broke the rule,
She took a switch to my behind.
It was my turn I had to learn
though mother’s kind she can be stern.
4-Sep-08
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Mental Arithmetic
Twice two is four twice four is eight.
I do not need to calculate.
I learnt my tables long ago.
I need not think because I know.
The check out girls rely on tills
because they do not have the skills
Which I was taught in junior school.
They’ve always been a useful tool.
Without the till they would be lost
they cannot calculate the cost
of groceries I want to buy.
I think I know the reason why.
They don’t learn tables any more
and consequently can’t keep score.
Friday,16 July 2010
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Karma
To sleep, perchance to dream and wake no more
I know I have to stay but long to go
and leave behind me all my cares and woe
Back to where I have often been before.
A place of rest in which I can restore
my weary spirit easily I know.
In soft green meadows where the waters flow
and work out what the future holds in store.
I must return I’ve lesson yet to learn
I am sure that death is not the end
but just another step along the way
Towards perfection for which I yearn.
Each wrongful action which I can’t defend
I know that I must suffer in my turn.
31-May-08
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Misapprehension
A blue eyed blonde but rather dim.
Or so he thought
But she still made a fool of him.
Just for the sport
He thought he would have his way
then leave her flat
but she saw things a different way.
I fancy that
she led him a merry dance.
She knew his game,
right from the start he had no chance.
But all the same
The lesson was long overdue
he had to know.
That he was not entitled to
just take and go.
She had met men like him before
and knew full well
He wanted to add to his score
so he could tell.
His friends about his new conquest.
But she declined
and told him he was just a pest.
Then she consigned
him swiftly to the garbage heap
where he belonged
and she would lose no beauty sleep.
Though he felt wronged.
Philanderers should make a note
to change their ways.
or surely they will miss the boat.
Alone always.
the maiden knew instinctively
she could not trust.
She spotted you immediately.
So go you must.
With your desire unsatisfied.
The lady’s wise
she sees quite clearly that you lied.
To your surprise.
23-Jul-08
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Anticipation.
Anticipation.
I must accept that you have gone
one step ahead you have moved on.
I’m certain we will meet again
some otherwhere, some otherwhen.
We had no secrets you and I.
We always knew that one would die
and leave the other one behind.
That you went first I do not mind.
I could not bear to think of you.
Suffering the way I do.
Although I know I must wait
I know I can anticipate.
The joy we’ll share when we next meet.
Together once again: Complete.
Friday,31 December 2010
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Two schools of thought.
.
The lady chose to take offence
Although I said she wrote fine prose
She may not know the difference
between poetry and prose
She thought that she wrote poetry
But what she wrote was free form prose.
I offered no apology
It was not my fault that she chose.
Not to learn the basic rules
defining prose and poetry
Two very different writing schools
in which to show your artistry.
The so called experts can’t agree
and coined the term poetic prose.
Though writing cannot possible
be classed as poetry and prose.
If it’s not metered it is prose
no matter how poetical.
But you’re entitled to compose.
Fine prose and call it poetry.
Though I suggest respectfully
you should be proud of writing prose.
As some do most successfully.
But it was poetry I chose
Thursday,11 March 2010
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Eyes: those tragic eyes,
It was her eyes, those tragic eyes
The saddest eyes I ever saw.
That made me start to realise.
The price that children pay for war.
Those eyes had seen brutalities
no innocent should ever see
She haunted still by memories
from which I fear she can’t break free.
I look into her eyes and see
that she expects nothing from me.
She has no hope that there might be
an ending to her misery.
Although I know I’m not to blame
I still feel guilty all the same.
Though we protest our innocence
in our attempts to rationalise.
What can we say in self defence.
That is not based on blatant lies.
It makes me frankly furious
that innocents should suffer so
The guilt belongs to all of us.
We can’t pretend we did not know
That we should learn from history
instead of choosing to ignore
Because we do not want to see.
There are no winners in a war.
I can’t forget those empty eyes
They’ll haunt me ‘til the day I die.
Monday,08 November 2010
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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.
1-Jul-08
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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.
1-Jul-08
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Intellectual Property
.
The copyright belongs to me.
Which I can prove quite easily
If you attempt to plagiarise.
You might well find to your surprise.
I will not hesitate to sue.
So think again before you do.
You will not get away scott free.
You cannot steal my property.
Such theft incurs a penalty
The Law provides a remedy
for those who claim dishonestly
that they have written it not me.
Are you prepared to pay the price
or wise enough to heed advice.
30/06/2009
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Pecadillo fo Friend Thad
My Guardian Angel is a prude
she has a pious attitude.
I have a little devil too
who tries to persuade me to do.
The naughty things which are more fun.
But when all is said and done
it’s up to me I have free will.
And in the end I’ll foot the bill.
If I should choose to go astray
I know there’ll be a price to pay.
But some sins are well worth the price
a small foretaste of paradise.
You know what I’m referring to.
I am quite certain that you do.
28-Apr-08
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Final solution implemented
I often feel the urge to kill
and just as often I resist.
I know for sure one day will.
These insane urges still persist.
I told my doctor how I feel.
He said that I must learn to deal
When such urges bother me
that they are only fantasy.
Just yesterday I nearly killed.
My life dream almost fulfilled
But some last shred of decency.
Intervened and prevented me.
The lady was so beautiful
her swan like neck so round and full
Oh Lord the woman tempted me.
I could have killed her easily.
The only way to satisfy
my urge to kill: Someone must die,
make fantasy reality.
the one solution I can see
from which I can no longer hide.
My last resort is suicide.
No one else should have to die
My killing urge to satisfy.
I will depart with dignity
and not all reluctantly.
I’ll overdose, die quietly.
My problems solved permanently.
17/07/2009
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Fidelity Personified for M'lady Ernestine.
Fidelity personified
Though he was old he was still spry
enough to manage on his own.
Although he’d had a family.
They were grown up and long since gone.
The kept in touch spasmodically
by letter and by telephone.
But very seldom came to see
him in the home they’d known.
Throughout their happy childhood days
But times moves on and so did they
They chose to go their different ways
and one by one they moved away.
Dad would remain until he died
and would be laid to rest beside.
The woman he had loved the best
to join her in eternal rest.
He tends her grave with loving pride
He brought her here his blushing bride.
Together always til she died.
She’s waiting on the other side.
He’s sure he will rejoin her soon
beyond the mountains of the moon.
Still faithful to her memory
he waits to join her patiently.
Sunday,29 August 2010
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Wondering for M 'lady Tara
.
Today I saw a winsome Nun.
A negative in black and white.
I wondered if she had begun
to question if her choice was right.
And was she really positive
a life of prayer would satisfy
When she had so much more to give,
given the opportunity
Had her choice been freely made?
Or was she merely dutiful?
Had she been promised as a child?
It’s not at all unusual
to be denied the right to choose.
A subtle form of child abuse.
19-May-08
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Game, set and Match for friend Thad
Without a word I had to yield
to powers greater than I wield.
Without a word I quit the field.
The lady had enraptured me
I could not fight a Force Majeure.
Without a word she captured me.
What choice had I a simple man
but to surrender gracefully.
The power held by a woman.
Is such that no man can resist
because he’s overtaken by
confusion once he has been kissed.
The predator becomes the prey.
The role reversal is complete,
the woman has the final say.
I know men think they chose their mate.
Although the opposite applies
when they give up their single state.
Ladies are content to allow
the man to think it was his choice.
Ladies do not need to think: They know
how fragile is the male ego
.Encourage him in his belief
it was his choice. Though it’s not so.
She wastes no time on argument.
She knows hers is the victory.
Her plan has worked, she rests content.
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Too good to be true?
Sometimes it’s wise to hesitate
And choose to look before you leap.
There is no point in tempting fate.
You may just find the price too steep.
There’s no such thing as a free lunch
there never was nor will there be
So pay attention to your hunch.
Examine very carefully.
What lies behind the proffered deal
The hidden hooks to catch you out
What do the honeyed words conceal?
They will be hooks without a doubt.
You are far too wise to believe.
The scams which fool the more naïve.
Sunday,29 January 2012
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