Catastrophe? for JT ellison
He spoke in deep heart rending tones
which stirred the marrow of your bones.
Of the great sorrow that he bore,
he would know happiness no more.
Whilst busy with some lawful task
he’d slipped and broken his hip flask.
His whisky soaked into the ground.
There was no solace to be found
Unless of course some kindly soul
would volunteer to pay the toll
to have his whisky flask renewed.
Earn his undying gratitude
But we who’d heard his tale before
paid no attention any more.
6-Jul-08
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Uisgebaugh for Friend Thad
Uisgebaugh
Now is the winter of my discontent.
The damp and cold exacerbate my pains.
Because my every joint complains
I must resort to using liniment.
An old fashioned, proven medicament
Although I do not know what it contains
I’ve used in the past for muscle sprains
It warms my ancient bones to some extent.
I find malt whisky very comforting
If I combine the two I find I cope.
With fact that I am growing old.
I sit and sip while waiting for the spring
Which will return before too long I hope
A sovereign remedy against the cold.
.Friday,26 February 2010
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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
who reinforce my attitude.
I know they are protecting me.
I offer them my gratitude.
For my unconquerable soul.
I fear no foe no enemy
I have already paid the toll
the price which was required of me.
Tuesday,29 December 2009
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Bereft for M lady Allison
Alone, alone, all, all alone
lost in a sea of misery.
Gone all the happiness I’ve known
because my love is gone from me
She did not volunteer to go.
When our call comes we have no choice
the only certainty we know.
When my call comes I shall rejoice
I know that you will wait for me.
Not even death can break our bond.
We swore to love eternally
until time ends and far beyond.
Without you there is nothing left.
I sit alone and weep bereft.
10-May-08
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Misperception?
Misperception.
The silence of the night; profound.
Is broken by a dismal sound.
The tolling of a single bell.
The sad, sad sound of the death knell.
Another soul has broken free
From this sad world of misery.
Now journeying towards the light
Rejoicing in the power of flight.
But we who have been left behind
to seek what solace we can find.
Weep bitter tears which may relieve
The pain of loss but I believe.
We should not weep but celebrate.
The dear departed’s change of state.
Thursday,22 December 2011
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Whisky the truth seeker
Took a shot of whisky
No a lot to kill me
Sensors,
Were heightened
But not frighten
Visions were slow
But to show
The reflections of a broken man
Past is shown to the man
All thanks the whisky,
The seeker of truth for the broken man.
Content.
All things bright and beautiful
all creatures great and small.
If you are rich and powerful.
Then you can have them all.
Each little flower that opens.
Each little bird that sings
If you can afford it; then
you can have all of these things
But cash cannot buy happiness
True happiness is not for sale.
So if you only seek success.
Although you win you’re bound to fail
The secret of true happiness
To have enough no more no less.
31/08/2009
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I would if I could
Philosophers considering
the mysteries if the universe.
May seem to be woolgathering
or dozing off which would be worse.
But they are not: They’re deep in thought
Oblivious to reality
They contemplations of a sort
which is akin to fantasy.
Their thoughts are on a higher plane
I don’t pretend to understand.
Although they try they can’t explain.
So they dismiss me out of hand.
At least I work to earn my pay
I cannot sit and think all day.
13/05/2009
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Unseen enemy.
Unseen enemy.
We’ve had fierce gales and heavy rain.
A lull and then it starts again
The blue sky suddenly turns gray
We know bad weather’s on its way
Though up to now we’ve had no snow
Although the temperatures are low.
The frost makes walking hazardous
and broken bones are dangerous
When you are old you must beware
of dangers lurking everywhere.
Old brittle bones are prone to break.
It could be you make no mistake.
The black ice which you did not see
Can bring you down so easily.
Thursday,12 January 2012
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Wedding In Paris
Wedding in Paris
Coming out of the church after the wedding there were
smiles and cameras clicked, from the steps I could look
down into a park, a tramp was going through a bin
looking for something to eat, he found and ate what looked
like a half eaten pizza. With all the clatter going on
I slipped away, had a whisky in a bar across the road,
saw the tramp coming out of the park, my idea was to give
him some money for food, but I was self-conscious and
hated the thought of looking patronizing so I had another
whisky instead.
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Prophecy for M lady Lucianne
The moon is blue to suit my mood. I’m missing you I knew I would.
My love for you is deep and true but there is little I can do.
I cannot make you want to stay. So I will send you on your way.
I’ll paste a smile upon my face and hope that it will stay in place
until you disappear from view. You have a dream you must pursue.
Whilst I must wait and hope and pray, you will return to me one day.
Perhaps in time you’ll come to know there was no need for you to go.
When you have slaked your wanderlust and found nobody you can trust.
Maybe your thoughts will turn to me; I’ll still be waiting patiently.
I am quite certain you will come back to where you’re always welcome.
By then my love you’re sure to know. I loved enough to let you go.
What had the world to offer you? No one could love you like I do
Now you are home you will remain I will not let you go again.
You had your dream and I had mine. Your dream is dead you must share mine.
Together we’ll find happiness I know we will it’s not a guess.
27-Jan-09
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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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Lament of a filing clerk.
Another day draws to its close.
A boring day like yesterday.
Much like tomorrow I suppose.
Each and every day the same.
I go to work from nine to five
The boredom starts when I arrive.
I hardly know that I'm alive
Each and every day the same
Though I' well paid for what I do
I would like to try something new.
A day dream which will not come true
.Each and every day the same.
I'd like to change but dare not try.
I'll be nobody ‘til I die.
26/02/2012
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Harsh Reality for M 'lady Fay
Although I truly empathise
with your desire to fantasise.
It is my task to emphasise.
Although you day dream happily
escaping from reality
Your must return eventually.
There is one rule all must obey
although you would much rather stay.
Your fantasies must fade away.
You know that what I say is true.
Although your job is boring you.
It’s something that you have to do.
So save your dreams for when you sleep
and have no deadlines you must keep.
If you do not the price is steep.
You will get fired right away
you’ll have no job and get no pay
But you’ll be free to dream all day.
If you are wise you’ll listen to
the sound advice I’m giving you
and do what you are paid to do.
You cannot live on fantasies
you have to pay for groceries.
That’s one of life’s realities.
22-Dec-08
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Habits have no eye for merits
I cannot afford to buy whisky.
I am settled with country liqueur.
Used to it, I lost taste for whisky.
The whisky offered was put aside.
I cannot risk taking women to bed.
I am settled with masturbation.
Used to it, I lost taste for sex.
I have my mate masturbate for me.
15.06.2010
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The Dogds of War for JT Earley
Devastation, desolation.
Nothing offers consolation
when the tides of war have passed.
Only our misery can last.
Though we tried to live in peace
The dogs or war had slipped their leash.
Strangers came into our land
although we didn’t understand.
They treated us as enemies
looting killing as they please.
There was nothing we could do
but run away as we tried to.
We weren’t welcome anywhere.
Always moving’s hard to bear.
We would rather be at home
instead of being forced to roam.
Once unleashed the dogs of war
no matter what they’re fighting for.
Leave only sorrow in their wake.
Death and suffering and heart ache.
Devastation, desolation
nothing for our compensation
for the way of life we lost.
The innocent must bear the cost.
18-Apr-08
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Personal Column
I seek a maid to marry me.
A homely maid who’s dutiful
a girl who can smile pleasantly.
Above a maid who’s beautiful.
For pretty girls think they can rule.
An equal partner's what I need
and not an empty headed fool
who’s just another mouth to feed.
I am not handsome it is true
But I work hard and I’m well paid
I earn sufficient to keep two
I am a master of my trade.
If this advert appeals to you.
Apply at once do not delay
But only homely girls will do
all pretty girls should stay away.
18-May-08
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Morning Hymn
Gladly do I greet the dawn
a new day born for me to see.
The dawn chorus fills my ears.
Banishes all fears: I’m free
to raise my hymn of praise.
To the suns rays. I ought to
in gratitude for the sight
of morning light. So I do.
Awdl gwnedd form
07/11/2009
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No Chance!
.
Though gifted with great eloquence.
The candidate lacks common sense
He phrased his speech in such a way,
that few in any chose to stay.
His words though chosen carefully
would never get him elected.
They didn’t understand a word he said.
He might as well have stayed in bed.
We did not know what he stood for
and saw him as a crashing bore.
A patronising upper class snob
who’d never had a proper job.
Which spoilt his opportunity
to be elected an MP
Wednesday,08 September 2010
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False Pretences (fictional)
False pretences
My once bright world now desolate.
I am condemned to loneliness.
Always alone disconsolate
I am bereft without my mate.
The sorrow I cannot express,
has left me inarticulate.
Sad thoughts I must perforce repress.
I do not wish to cause distress
to those who also loved my mate.
They do not know nor can they guess.
I do not live I simply wait
until I can rejoin my mate.
When she was here then life was sweet.
Together we knew happiness.
Without her I am incomplete.
I know the meaning of defeat.
I am consumed by hopelessness
and wish my heart would cease to beat
Bring to an end my loneliness
That’s how I feel but daren’t confess.
So I pretend and try to cheat
I must pretend to happiness
and smile at everyone I meet.
I am well practiced in deceit.
17-Feb-09
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