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But that's different

The jester jests: He plays the role
we are conditioned to accept.
His sly insults though dry and droll
conceal much malice I suspect.
If he should chance to pick on you
as target for his vicious tongue
Then act as you’re expected to.
Just smile pretend to play along.
He seems to pick unerringly
On those who have something to hide.
Exposes secrets fleeringly
Though some would say he’s justified.
But when the jester picks on them
Adopt a different stratagem.

24-May-08

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The Jester of Joy

I am the Jester of Joy,
A nomad of peace,
From the Land of Not.
Entertainer of souls,
A servant to man.

I am the Jester of Joy,
Mine is to spread joy through the world.
I make they who smile, laugh,
They who sulk, smile,
And I can try the tears of they who cry.

I am the Jester of Joy,
I reach out to touch at least one person,
To touch their heart with love.
I strive to touch for at least a moment,
To fill their life with joy.

I am the Jester of Joy,
And I have dream,
Of the world seeing as I do,
Through the eyes of joy,
For the better world it would be.

I am the Jester of Joy,
This is my purpose, my life, me.
For I am a servant to man,
Entertainer of souls,
The Jester of Joy.

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Inside Information for M 'lady Chitra

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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Poetpower

Poetpower

Poets are a necessity
as every thinking person knows.
The conscience of society.
Who else but poets dare to pose.
Hard questions to the powers that be
which they could answer if they chose.
Instead of imposed secrecy.
Which gives us reason to suppose.

That they have something to conceal.
So we suspect dishonesty.
Our probing questions will reveal
it’s mainly inefficiency.
Which does not alter how we feel.
If the admitted openly
The problems which they now conceal
We’d listen sympathetically.

Instead of treating us like fools.
Who have no right or need to know
They hide behind their book of rules
try to maintain the status quo
We poets use our words as tools
to prove to them it isn’t so
for public tolerance soon cools.
A truth they do not seem to know.

01/05/2009
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Keeping up appearances forJTEllison

Why do we feel the need to ask?
Just who we are so frequently
Why is that we wear a mask
to hide our true identity?

Why do we try so hard to be
somebody other than we are
Adopt a personality
in the same way we choose a car.

Who are we trying to impress?
Why do we feel the need to hide
behind a façade of success.
It does not alter what’s inside.

Although we try we’re doomed to fail
because we can’t sustain the lie
Our efforts are to no avail.
Yet still we feel compelled to try.

2-Mar-09

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I lnow I think so I must be for Friend Michael

I think therefore I am; To me
this does not seem at all correct.
I am therefore I think; Would be
much more accurate I suspect.
I do not let it worry me.
Though J.P.Sartre was concerned
I am content to merely be.
That is one lesson I have learned.
Why should I worry needlessly
about the things I do not know.
I have my own philosophy
I just accept it must be so
I can think, therefore I exist.
That is the truth I must insist.

Monday,17 May 2010
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Grin and Tonic for M 'lady Marilyn

I sometimes have a jaundiced view
when I survey the world today.
I have to pause and look anew
to try to see a different way.
It all depends on upon my mood.
The way in which I choose to see
and my prevailing attitude.
So in the end it’s down to me.
I wear an artificial smile
which will conceal the way I feel.
But oddly in a little while
I find my smile becoming real.
What I pretended has come true.
It works for me: why mot for you.

01/05.2009
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Who goes there? for friend Thad

By the rosy light of dawn.
A squirrel chatters noisily
as if his duty is to warn.
a task which takes seriously
He warns them all that draw near.
Although in fact I mean no harm
Wild creatures swiftly disappear
in response to his shrill alarm.
They can’t afford to take the chance
so they react instinctively
The price of life is vigilance
and that is why I seldom see
Wild creatures who quite naturally
conceal themselves and hide from me.

20/04/2009
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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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Painted Smile

I can sing
I can dance
Just give me a chance
To do my turn for you
Theres a change Ill slip
But with stiff upper lip
Ill sing a song for you
Laughter is free
But its so hard to be a jester
All the time
And no ones believing
Im the same when Im bleeding
And I hurt all the time deep inside
Ive shed a tear for the lying
While everyday trying to
Paint this smile for you
Backflips, cartwheelings,
Somersault feelings
What is there left to do
Laughter is free
But its so hard for me,
A jester all the time
No ones believing
Im the same when Im bleeding
And I hurt all the time deep inside
Roll up, roll up
Enjoy the show
Pick me up, wind me up, put me down
Youll see me go
And this painted smile
May miss for a while
Then come back and steal your show
I sing, I dance
Give me a change to do my turn for you
With backflips, cartwheelings,
Somersault feelings
Whats there left to do
Laughter is free
But its so hard to be a jester
All the time
No ones believing
Im the same when Im bleeding
And I hurt all the time deep inside
Laughter is free
But its so hard to be a jester
All the time
No ones believing
Im the same when Im bleeding
And I hurt all the time deep inside

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Doubletalk for Friend Thad

I don’t accept coinicidence
although some things seem synchronised.
I can’t believe it is by chance.
Although I know my view defies.
What is accepted usually
by other folks who disagree.
The tend to look askance at me.
Regard my stance contemptuously
As they are quite entitled to.
Its only an hypothesis
I cannot prove that it is true.
But I would feel it most remiss
to deny synchronicity.
I’d see that as duplicity..

18-May-08

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I choose to protest openly.

I choose to protest openly.

I’m cynical, satirical.
Politically incorrect.
Though you agree in principal.
I sometimes think that you suspect.

I’m sometimes economical
With the truths I try to expose.
You think it may be probable.
My acid comments are a pose.

You hold your tongue in self defence.
Although you do not disagree.
You hesitate to give offence.
To the prevailing powers that be.

By staying silent you assent.
To tyranny by government.

Sunday,15 January 2012
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Unexpected Elegance for M lady Dee Daffodil

Once I met a well known poet.
He was dressed conservatively
I was surprised but did not show it.
He was not as I thought he would be.

Noted for eccentricity.
In his writing, Avant Garde.
I thought he’d dress outrageously
and I found it rather hard

to accept he was so clean and neat
and not all as I had thought.
A country gentleman complete.
Another lesson life has taught.

A plain exterior can conceal
a mind which thinks chaotically
that’s not reluctant to reveal
a hatred of normality.

Which he attacks with savagery
disregarding all the rules.
Stating unconcernedly
Conformings’s for unthinking fools.

I had expected flamboyance
but I was wrong as usual
his understated elegance.
He made appear quite natural

His mode of dress serves to conceal,
but then he states his point of view..
He sees no reason to reveal
himself until he chooses to

A more effective camouflage
which well conceals his anarchy
Which fools most people by and large.
I must confess that he fooled me..

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Out of your rut! !

Sometimes a change of circumstance
which seems to be a tragedy.
Turns out to be a second chance
to take you where you ought to be.

Your firm decides it must downsize,
your job amongst the first to go.
Although you’re taken by surprise.
You know you set your sights too low

You have no choice but to review
the reasons that you chose to stay
In a job which offered you
nothing but boredom day by day.

Redundancy may prove to be
to your advantage in the end.
You must examine thoroughly
the options which you have my friend

Accept responsibility
Decide just what you want to do
and then go on triumphantly
You can make all your dreams come true.

14/05/2009
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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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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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Whatshisname

An actor always plays a part.
He has no personality.
It is the essence of his art
an actor’s capability
To become anyone at all.
Whoever they’re supposed to be
at least until the curtains fall
Revert to being nobody.
Their whole life is a fantasy.
They don’t know who they really are.
They can cope with reality
but only so much: Insofar
as I can see, because they can
act like any other man.
12/07/2009

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There's nothing There! ! for M lady Ernestine

She rules the roost behind the scenes.
Although her husband wears the jeans.
She lets him show he is the boss
but there are lines he dare not cross.

For all his manly macho show
she knows it’s only bravado.
More importantly so does he
which he accepts apparently.

He knows quite well who’s in control
but still he plays his public role.
She treats him deferentially
whilst there’s an audience to see.

Like any man who’s seen the light.
He knows that she is always right.
Her slightest wish is his command
which isn’t hard to understand.

He’s not the tough guy he appears
She has been training him for years.
He knows: She knows, he knows she knows
His public image is a pose.
1-Jun-08

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Of course sweetheart for M lady Tara

She rules the roost behind the scenes.
Although her husband wears the jeans.
She lets him show he is the boss
but there are lines he dare not cross.

For all his manly macho show
she knows it’s only bravado.
More importantly so does he
which he accepts apparently.

He knows quite well who’s in control
but still he plays his public role.
She treats him deferentially
whilst there’s an audience to see.

Like any man who’s seen the light.
He knows that she is always right.
Her slightest wish is his command
which isn’t hard to understand.

He’s not the tough guy he appears
She has been training him for years.
He knows: She knows, he knows she knows
His public image is a pose.
1-Jun-08

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Cliff Dwellers for M lady Ernestine

Cliff Dwellers

The sea cliffs rise majestically.
Perhaps a thousand feet or more
From narrow ledges sea birds soar.
To reap the bounty of the sea.
They demonstrate their mastery
of life along this rocky shore
By hunger driven to explore
the ever changing boundary
Where earth meets sea and sea meets sky.
These buccaneers can pick and choose
a great deal more than they can use.
It seems that nature can supply.
Everything which they might need
to satisfy their boundless greed.

08/10/2009
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Interconnectedness.

The internet can’t be controlled
by any form of government
Because it’s gained too strong a hold.
Which came about by accident.

Nobody can control the flow
Although some governments still try
Of information to and fro
There is one simple reason why.

The common man has access to
What governments try to conceal
A system that’s completely new
Now people can safely reveal

The secrets of the powers that be.
The things we aren’t supposed to know
they can post anonymously
There’s nothing governments can do.

At last the people have a voice
no government can suppress
The powers that be have little choice
and in the future even less.

The internet is here to stay.
It’s up to us we must adjust.
WE can’t go back to yesterday
A world of mutual mistrust.

One thing we must appreciate.
Though information’s flowing free
It isn’t always accurate
We have to choose selectively.

What we accept what we reject
and draw our own conclusion.
I have good reason to suspect
more not less confusion.

The internet may prove to be
Either a blessing or a curse.
Though I believe quite honestly.
The internet won’t make things worse

Than when governments could decide
What people were allowed to know
To preserve the nations pride
They lied alike to friend and foe.

The internet has set us free
to find a different better way.
Though we will have to wait and see
What kind of price we have to pay.

Tuesday,22 February 2011
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