Beneath the surface 09
I choose my friends instinctively.
Signals received unconsciously
decide compatability
I am convinced accurately.
I trust my hunches completely
I find they work efficiently
and so I listen carefully
To what my guts are telling me
I understand obviously
I could be wrong quite possibly
It makes no difference to me.
It suits me to believe you see.
I do not have to make a choice
I leave that to my inner voice.
27-Jan-09
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Some can detect malevolence
which masquerades as innocence.
They see at once through the pretence
alerted by their inner sense.
Some take new friends at face value
an all too common thing to do.
Accepting that their words are true.
Something which they may later rue.
The warning signs are there to see
you pick them up subconsciously.
So you should listen carefully
and trust your instincts completely.
Before you finally decide
to accept them as bona fide.
25-Jul-08
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Politically incorrect, so what for M'lady Ernestine
When interviewing candidates
Because you’re trying to be fair.
You sometimes over compensate.
Although completely unaware.
You are discriminating for.
What you’re against instinctively.
Your methods have proved right before
You aren’t obliged to be P.C.
That you should feel you ought to be
completely free of all bias
To me is sheer stupidity.
Just pause a while and it will pass.
The candidates well qualified
So let your prejudice decide
Do as you’ve always done before
and choose the furthest from the door.
What does it matter how you choose.
It is entirely up to you
how you conduct your interviews.
You can do what you want to do.
Your methods may not be PC.
But they have stood the test of time.
By choosing almost randomly
You are not guilty of a crime.
That you are prejudiced is true
A simple fact you can’t deny.
But by selecting as you do
You’ll get it right quite possibly.
31/10/2009
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House Hunting for M lady Ann Beard
Some houses seem to welcome you.
You feel at ease immediately.
It is if the walls recall
What happened here and store it all.
The triumphs and the tragedies
Firm memories of past events
Have been recorded faithfully
Each and every incident.
If you are at all sensitive
You tune into the ambience,
the positive and negative.
Impinge somehow so you can sense.
That something dreadful happened here
It may be faint it may be strong
but it affects the atmosphere.
You know at once this house is wrong
You’re certain that it will not do.
You have no doubt, no doubt at all
You know the house is telling you
it has no choice it must recall
All the unpleasant memories
which it has stored so faithfully.
For decades perhaps centuries.
You choose to leave immediately.
The next house which you choose to view
affects you in a different way.
It seems prepared to welcome you.
You can decide without delay
It is not hard to make the choice
This is the house that you will buy
You listen to that house’s voice
because you know it cannot lie.
You go ahead complete the deal
prepare to move in right away
You are content because you feel
that everything has gone your way.
You know that it was meant to be
It’s all that you were looking for.
This house responds positively
You need not look at any more.
21/07/2009
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Gramercy
Why should I live in agony?
my life a total misery.
Because you find you can’t agree.
to help me die with dignity.
Who gave you the right to choose?
whether to allow or to refuse.
To end a life of little use
I think it is gross abuse.
of your assumed authority.
To decide what is best for me,
you will not listen to my plea.
I choose death voluntarily.
I am no use to anyone.
I’m well aware my race is run
and I am anxious to be gone.
The choice is mine and mine alone.
And therefore should be left to me
But in your wisdom you decide.
I must live on in agony
You won’t assist my suicide.
01/05/2009
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Dual Personality for C.P.Sharma
Dual Personality
Sometimes I try to concentrate.
My mind decides to deviate
and gaily goes its sweet way
Against my will I have to say.
Although I love to fantasise
I often find to my surprise.
My mind is playing tricks on me.
Accepting as reality.
Strange things which cannot possibly
exist outside of fantasy.
Perhaps my mind is free to go
to places that I cannot know.
Bound by my frame of reference.
To where there is no difference.
Reality and fantasy
can coexist quite happily.
Am I my mind? Is my mind me?
It seems to me quite possibly.
My mind does not depend on me.
An independent entity
which is quite free to come and go.
I am convinced it must be so.
Although I know I’m always me.
My mind remains a mystery.
Am I my mind? Is my mind me?
I ponder on it frequently.
It seems to work efficiently
but how it does still baffles me.
12-Oct-08
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Fair Warning for the Ladies
If you want to retain your youth
don’t introduce him to your friends.
This a plain and simple truth
though your refusal may offend.
You cannot trust the best of friends
not to attempt to steal your guy.
Despite the fact that they pretend
that you can trust them completely.
Though you would trust them with your brass
and even with your credit card.
But men are in different class
in which you’ll find nothing is barred.
So if you want to keep your youth
believe my words they are the truth.
23-Jan-09
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Am I a Heretic?
Abide with me fast falls the eventide.
My boredom deepens momentarily.
There must be more to life than the T.V
I sometimes watch but I choose carefully
The darkness deepens lord abide with me.
Boredom remains the ancient enemy
I have to choose so therefore I decide
Only to watch what I want to see.
When other helpers fail and comforts flee.
Then and only then do I watch T.V.
Most programmes offered don’t appeal to me
I can go without watching very easily.
Help of the helpless oh abide with me.
Books are my salvation as they ought to be
I have a collection of fine poetry
I can choose what suits my mood easily.
Wednesday,31 March 2010
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Their evensong; my pleasure for friend Thad
I sit outside the monastery
and pass an hour pleasantly
Listening to the brothers chant
I find their plain song elegant.
I wonder why, it puzzles me
Why do some men voluntarily
decide upon monastic life.
Are they afraid of worldly strife.
It seems to me that they retreat
from normal life; admit defeat.
I’m sure they see it differently
To me it is a mystery.
What can they possibly achieve.
This question really baffles me.
I must suppose that they believe.
It’s pleasing to their deity.
But I am not a Christian
I have my own philosophy.
More suited to a simple man.
Which is all I claim to be.
They have a choice they can decide
to worship God in their own way.
I am content to sit outside
I do not have the right to say.
What they should do or should not do.
My own motto is tolerance
that’s why I come to listen to
the plain song. which my ears entrance.
When night falls and all is still.
The final notes have died away.
I exercise my own free will
and rise to make my homeward way.
My God does not expect me to
stick to a rigid discipline.
The way the brothers have to do.
To pray or not the choice is mine.
14/07/2009
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Theroretically
God instructs me in the thunder
and speaks to me in wind and rain.
He corrects me when I blunder
and sets me on the path again.
My God expects that I will try
to live my life the way I should.
I sometimes fail I can’t deny.
Because I have misunderstood
that the temptations offered me.
Are lessons from which I should learn.
I have the choice my will is free.
All men are tempted in their turn
Though men should know instinctively
to listen to that still small voice
which whispers to them quietly.
When they are forced to make a choice.
My God can speak to me direct.
He needs no intermediaries
Which is the reason I reject.
All of religions theories.
What I believe holds true for me
although it may seem wrong to you.
Its just another theory
you can reject if you wish to.
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Blind Luck for Joe Poewhit
Some can foresee what is to be
Fleeting images which quickly pass,
on which they base their prophecy.
When they employ their scrying glass.
Still others can review the past.
Reality not history,
enabling them to overcast
false hypotheses and theory
But most cannot and they must deal
with what is happening here and now.
The things we see and hear and feel.
The most nature will allow
are hunches and presentiments.
You act upon if you are wise.
Sometimes as if by accident
you know more than you realise.
Your mind reacts unconsciously
To what it sees may be a threat.
It observes subliminally
And very often you forget
The reason that you changed your mind
And thus avoided tragedy.
Perhaps you left your keys behind
and had to return hurriedly.
You don’t believe in E.SP.
Although you are willing to
accept your hunches easily.
I am quite sure most people do.
10/10/2009
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A different song for Friend Howard
Highways, byways and motorways
are very much the same to me.
I much prefer the bridle ways
Those quiet lanes are traffic free.
I care not where the path may lead.
I stroll along at my own pace.
I’m free from any need for speed
I am quite happy to retrace
my steps. Should I mistake
the path I follow get it wrong
What does it matter if I take?
a shortcut which proves to be long.
I opted out of life’s rat race.
I am at no mans beck and call
I choose my way and choose my pace
and don’t regret my choice at all.
I live my life free from all stress
I only have myself to please.
No time constraints to cause distress.
I freed myself from that disease.
Time does not matter not to me
I thought it did but I was wrong.
At last I am completely free
To listen to a different song.
14-Nov-08
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Electric storm for M' lady Ernestine
The darkness of the night is rent
By lightning bolts that burn blue/white
The power of Nature apparent.
It is a truly awesome sight.
A heavenly firework display.
A lesson in humility
or merely just the Gods at play
It could be either possibly.
Depending how you choose to view,
this natural phenomenon.
Of course the choice is left to you.
Because it is so quickly gone
I choose to take the former view.
A lesson which is overdue.
Wednesday,02 February 2011
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I can.
Inverted hexaduadad.
I can
choose to be a man.
Stand tall upon my own two feet
Or to retreat.
The choice is up to me.
Though not quite free
I can’t refuse
I am compelled to choose.
What shall I do.
I will not change my view
I will be the best man
I can.
Saturday,10 July 2010
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Last Request.
Paralysis progressively
attacks my system stealthily.
There’s no hope of recovery
from the disease affecting me
I must consider carefully
the choices which are left to me
I can decide to linger on
although I know all hope is gone.
There is no cure nor will there be
OR choose to die with dignity.
I see no point in lingering
just to prolong my suffering.
Will you assist my suicide
I don’t expect you to decide
immediately. If you help me.
You lay yourself wide open to
harsh penalties. Which may land you
before a court to justify
the reasons that you helped me die.
You are my friend I can depend
on you to help me make an end.
Despite the risks which you incur
I know quite well you will defer
your decision till you are sure
There is not and cannot be a cure.
Then you will honour my request
Because you think it’s for best.
08/10/2009
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Why should you believe me?
I guarantee that you can be
from this day forth quite vampire free..
Don’t turn away, listen to me
It is quite free there is no fee.
I do not ask that you pay me
nor even ask you to agree.
Vampires can bite so suddenly
and then you live eternally.
Driven by hunger constantly
you will thirst uncontrollably.
Every throbbing throat you see
as a meal tantalisingly.
If this is what you want to be.
Then just ignore me pointedly
As people do ignorantly.
In my opinion foolishly.
No crucifix can guarantee
your permanent security.
From a blood drinking entity
Who has selected you to be.
Provider of his energy
He’ll drink your life blood thirstily.
You should consider carefully
this awful possibility.
Because there is no remedy.
Once bitten you’re condemned to be
numbered amongst the enemy
and will be so eternally
It is your choice you are quite free.
To turn away mistakenly.
Convinced that I talk crazily
Although I’m offering honestly.
That I can truly guarantee
that I can make you permanently.
Quite safe from any vampire who might be
regarding you as possibly.
A victim he can easily
subdue because you foolishly.
Refuse advice that’s offered free.
Perhaps you doubt my honesty.
So go your way but carefully
I cannot force you to agree.
Although choice saddens me.
I will continue hopefully.
To offer folks the chance to be
protected permanently for free.
from dangers which they do not see.
Although they threaten constantly.
The vampires walk abroad quite free
from questions of morality.
They can appear to be friendly
Before they pounce on you greedily.
So take my warning seriously
Some friends are not what they seem to be.
You can be fooled so easily
by monsters acting charmingly.
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Now is the Hour 08
Now is the hour.08
When choosing a new president.
Some things you aren’t allowed to know.
By long established precedent,
the candidates will only show
What they believe will convince you
they have no past sins to conceal.
Although it’s patently untrue
as their opponents will reveal.
No politician’s innocent
although they all profess to be.
The question are they competent
is the important one for me
Some vote from party loyalty
and some to voice their discontent.
Still others ruled by apathy
by default choose the president.
The president can only serve
if the majority agree.
The get the man that you deserve
So when you vote choose carefully.
So put your prejudice aside
discount your partly loyalty
This is your chance you must decide
what is the best for your country.
26-Oct-08
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You do, don't you?
Most women seem to lack dress sense
And those who don’t have confidence
To know that they need not obey
what all the fashion gurus say.
They seem to know instinctively.
How they should dress to look their best
and will not follow slavishly
Fashions dictates like all the rest.
They know their shape, they know their size
They know what suits their colouring.
Become the focus for all eyes
at any sort of gathering.
You know if this applies to you
I am quite certain that you do.
Monday,16 November 2009
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The River Knows
Englyn unodle crwca
Quietly the river flows
never telling all it knows.
Has no reason I suppose and no voice.
We rejoice it does.
Whilst the river holds its peace.
We need not fear it might release,
From its store of memories: Dark secrets.
It forgets and heeds our pleas.
Secrets which we wish to hide.
We can cast our cares aside.
The wise river will decide, not to tell.
suits us well, all denied
Sins we now view with regret
.Sins we would we could forget
The river will keep secret for ever
and never cause upset.
Tuesday,09 February 2010
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Pure Rationalisation for Friend Thad
A fly has been annoying me.
Persistently and constantly.
My conscience bids me not to kill.
But damn it all I think I will.
That fly will bother me no more.
I killed with a single blow.
I had endured it patiently.
At least an hour maybe more
It pestered me insistently
I had to even up the score
That fly will bother me no more.
I slew that fly intentionally.
It left me with no other course.
Perhaps in time I’ll feel remorse.
Though at the moment I feel pleased
That wretched fly is now deceased.
That fly will bother me no more
though I’m afraid my conscience will.
Sometimes we sin because we choose
although we know we should refuse
and listen to our inner voice.
That bloody fly gave me no choice.
That fly will bother me no more
I killed it quite deliberately.
I know I sinned and must atone
The fly would not leave me alone.
The fly not I caused the offence.
I think my argument makes sense.
The fly will bother me no more
Its death was more than justified.
21/07/2009
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Interdependence for MY Lady Irene
I go where my lady goes.
Because I need her I suppose
I need her more than she needs me.
Though doubtless she would not agree.
Where she is you will find me
because that’s where I want to be.
We have achieved togetherness
Our partnerships a great success
For I need her and she needs me
for us it works efficiently
A mutual dependency which binds
us but still leaves us free.
To act as independently
as we feel any need to be.
4-Aug-08
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