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Confident? for M lady Lucianne

Do you dare to be different
And raise your voice when you dissent?
Or do just go with the flow.
Far too afraid to make a show
of the fact you disagree.
Why not speak out confidently
Why should you follow someone who
you are quite sure knows less than you.
Or are you just a follower
like other folks who much prefer.
To be told what they should do.
Because it is much easier to
than refusing their assent,
and daring to be different.

16-Oct-08

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Least said soonest mended

Least said soonest mended

I am condemned to wonder why
I cannot make an apt reply.
When someone has insulted me.
I find I can quite easily

but only when it is too late
Why can’t I just retaliate?
when someone has insulted me.
At the time immediately.

Perhaps I’m taken by surprise
perhaps because I am too wise.
When someone has insulted me
to take the insult seriously.

Though I must say in self defence
I am not quick to take offence
when some one has insulted me
I hold on to my dignity.

I will not be an easy mark
to be hurt by some chance remark.
Perhaps they weren’t insulting me
but merely meant to disagree

I simply smile and let it go
I do not really want to know.
If they were insulting me.
It hasn’t worked as they can see.

20-Aug-08

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samhain for M lady Marianna Jo

The veils grow thin on all souls eve
and vengeful ghosts are free to leave.
The kingdom of eternal night
to seek revenge and vent their spite.

On erst while relatives and friends,
Who have not tried to make amends.
Insults offered before they died
long brooded on and magnified.

Although you may not be aware
you were the cause if their despair.
To them it makes no difference
because they chose to take offence.

At something which you did or said.
For this night only they can tread
amongst the living once again
They are intent on casing pain.

Some call it superstition.
Not me I keep an open mind
It is an old tradition
although it is not well defined,

Though when the veils are torn aside
to let the vengeful spirits through
I much prefer to stay inside,
It seems the wisest thing to do

I am afraid that’s why I hide
behind stout walls which can protect
and keep the wrathful ghosts outside
That way I show them some respect.

10-Oct-08

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Grandpas Rocking Chair for M lady Chitra

On the front porch a rocking chair
nobody uses no one dare
Nor dare they move it anywhere.
Grandpa decreed it must stay there

What grandpa said was what he meant
he left no room for argument.
He simply stated his intent
Though other folk felt different

When Grandpa died the family tried
to set his iron rule aside
You’ll rue this day their Grandma cried
Your Grandpa will not be defied.

They moved the chair to show they could
though grandma did not think they should
She warned them all that nothing good
would come of this. She understood

although she knew Grandpa was dead.
She knew he’d rise in wrathful pride
to reinforce what he has said.
His last command before he died.

The chair was moved despite her pleas.
Her warnings were not listened to.
From that day on they knew no peace
Til grandma told them what to do

The rocking chair must be restored
to where Grandpa said it should be.
They all agreed of one accord
the chair replaced immediately.

Sometimes at night it seems to be
moving gently slowly rocking
Although there’s nothing they can see
they know that Grandpas visiting.

To see his word is still obeyed.
That no one moves his rocking chair.
Nobody will they’re too afraid.
They know sometimes he still sits there.

27-Oct-08

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Doesnt Allow Dissent!

they're using our attacks
on our own students,
on our own children....

for daring to raise a voice of dissent,
for daring to question....

as an excuse in Egypt
to crackdown on their own....

apparently, freedom
...doesnt allow dissent!

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Illogicality

In the beginning was the WORD.
So we are told but not who spoke
Which seems to me to be absurd.
I m forced to treat it as a joke.

No one to speak no one to hear
Which seems to be improbable
and fails to satisfy I fear.
I find it to be impossible

I would prefer a logical
explanation, I can
believe just might be true
But fairy stories will not do.

I’m sceptical, I need proof.
I can’t accept on faith alone
That what we’re taught must be the truth.
I think the truth remains unknown.

I can respect what you believe
I only ask you do the same.
Because I happen to perceive
A different start to the game.

Who was it spoke from whence came he?
Who created the creator.
Was he in fact pure energy?
that sprang from some stars molten core.

I only know I do not know
and I refuse to speculate.
About what happened long ago.
I am content to indicate.

I don’t believe, don’t even try.
I cite the lack of evidence.
The theory seems to fly
Into the face of common sense.

Although I do not claim to be
anything but a simple man
I must reject entirely
The claims of those who say they can.

Teach the truth because they know.
It must remain a mystery
They have no evidence to show
They have divine authority.

I’m sceptical and cynical.
I have a brain that I can use.
I am convinced it’s logical
to be determined to refuse

to accept what I was taught.
By those who know no more than me.
Although my teachers think I ought.
I will rebel instinctively

Friday,20 November 2009

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A passing thought.

An optimistic pessimist.
An oxymoron without doubt
and yet such crazy thoughts persist.
Something for me to think about.

As I consider carefully.
A pessimist who hopes he’s right
is thinking optimistically.

Though what that proves I do not know.
Except I think it could be so.

Though everybody won’t agree.

Thursday,21 January 2010.
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It is your choice.

.

I think it is ridiculous
What politicians promise us.
When they are on the campaign trail
and hope their party will prevail

They seem to think we are naïve
enough to readily believe
All of the promises they make
which once elected they will break.

We know that politicians lie
we also know the reason why
They are afraid that they will lose.
I we were really free to choose

A system which truly fair
to everybody everywhere.
The present system guarantees
a government which will not please.

The bulk of the electorate.
We have no choice but to demand.
This is no time to hesitate
We need to make them understand.

The time has come to make a stand.
Insist on change long overdue.
They’re not elected to command
But do the job they’re paid to do.

Perhaps this time our votes will show
we will no longer tolerate
The antiquated Status Quo
unsuited to a modern state.

It is your choice it’s up to you
to use your vote or to abstain
To take a chance on something new
Or settle for the same again.

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Setting the scene for M lady Lucianne

Few know where shy white violets grow
but I am one of those who do.
Just take my hand and we will go
together to a place I know.

I am prepared to share with you
But you must swear you will not tell
a single soul for if you do.
Too many folks will go there to

grub up the plants and take them home
to plant them in their garden plot.
Where other folks are not welcome
I would not mind if they took some.

But know quite well they’ll take them all
and leave not one single plant behind.
Their greed would be the plants downfall.
There would be none for us to find.

When we go walking hand in hand
along this pretty lovers lane.
I know my love you understand.
The violets grow where nature planned.

That white violets are very rare,
they are not meant to be confined.
They do not need a gardeners care
You will see when we get there.

Their beauty in a natural state.
Where they were intended to be,
I know you will appreciate
why I swear you to secrecy.

But I trust you implicitly
I know that you will not betray
the shy white violets or me.
You are the soul of honesty.

That’s why I am in love with you.
Not only are you sweet and kind
but to your word you’re always true.
and do what you say you will do.

When we get there I will propose
and hope that you will answer yes.
I think you have guessed my purpose
and know exactly why I chose.

To show my violets to you
today and now in early spring,
In fact I am convinced you do.
You know me far too well not to.

4-Dec-08

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Boyhood Dreams.

Boyhood dreams.

You were.
My dream come true
To you I am the boy next door.
Although I’d like to be much more

I dare
not voice my love.
I am afraid you’d laugh at me.
So I must worship secretly

Your smile
can make my day.
You speak to me but I’m too shy
A stumble over my reply

Although
I think you know
That I am in love with you
You also know it isn’t true

But you
Choose to pretend
you do not know although you do
There’s nothing else that you can do.

You do.
What you think best.
Now I am older I can see
That you were very kind to me.

You could
have ignored me.
But you did not you really tried
To let me keep my boyish pride.

Intact
To interact
With me in such a gentle way
Which I remember still today

My thanks
Are due to you.
As I matured I found new dreams
That may come true or so it seems.

Saturday,05 November 2011
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Eureka! Todays Idiocy.

He stands alone, he has B.O
He has no friends to let him know.
He is supremely ignorant
that he needs a deodorant.

He does not wish to be alone.
But sadly he has never known.
The fact that he smells so bad
If he was told he would be glad.

To take a bath. use aftershave
in short become a willing slave.
But no one dare get close enough
to tell him all about such stuff.

He stands alone he has B.O.
how very sad he does not know

.26/10/2009
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My Privilege

A small girl dances unselfconsciously.
Quite unaware she has an audience
Dancing to music only she can sense
She’s so engrossed she does not notice me
I think that I am fortunate to see
A dance that has no trace of false pretence.
She dances naturally with confidence
A sight which enraptures me completely.

How sad it is to know that she will grow.
and sadly lose her childish innocence.
No more to dance so unselfconsciously.
By hard experience she will come to know
That she must wear a mask in self defence
and never ever show what lies below.

13-Sep-08

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Contentment for M'lady C.T.Heart

How do you measure happiness?
Is it a question of degree?
A measurement of more or less
discontent to ecstasy.
Is it enough to be content?
I think for most that must be true.
Although sometimes by accident
you are allowed a different view.
One moment of pure ecstasy.
You know you are connected to
Everything: An epiphany
which makes you change your world view.
I think perhaps to be content
for me is quite sufficient.

21-Jul-08

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Lament in A flat

A novice practicing scales
upon a battered violin
A raucous sound which never fails
to make my sick headaches begin.
I live above a music school
The rent was all I could afford.
I thought I’d scored, I was a fool
Although at least I’m never bored
I hear unwilling pupils play
strange sounds I cannot classify
as being music in any way.
Although I’m sure some pupils try.
I thank the lord the lord they close at eight
for silence I appreciate.

16-Sep-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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Enkightenment 08

My soul was retless, discontent.
I strove to find enlightenment
but somehow it eluded me.
I could not solve the mystery.
I sought instruction where I could
adopted what I thought was good.
Continued searching patiently.
I learnt in time not expect
that wisdom would be granted me.
It was not easy to accept.
I realised eventually
until I reached maturity.
Some knowledge was forbidden me.

16-Apr-08

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Seize the day for grandaughter chitra

Seize the day

We rarely know how others feel
Because they are afraid to say
and think it wiser to conceal.
Emotions that they daren’t display.

Although they are attracted to
your looks and personality
The are afraid if the tell you
you may reject them completely.

So seize the opportunity
it may not ever come again.
Speak honestly and openly
you may lose less than what you gain.

Perhaps she feels the same way too.
Unless you speak you’ll never know.
She’s probably as scared as you
to let her inner feeling show.

What fate decrees will come to be.
Despite your lack of confidence.
I can tell you with certainty.
This has been my experience.

Say what you feel what can you lose?
Sometimes you have to take a chance.
A still tongues is of little use
when you are searching for romance,

26/04/2009

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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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Lip Service

The ladies of the Women’s Guild.
well armoured in their tweeds and pearls.
Are sure that they will feel fulfilled
by doing good for wayward girls.
Although their vaunted charity
is mainly theoretical.
These pillars of society
are totally impractical.
They won’t consider taking in
young girl who has gone astray.
To free her from a life of sin.
Oh dear me no the ladies say.
Although they have our sympathy.
We keep our own homes trouble free.
1-May-08

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Tragedy

Hubert the Hippopotamus
was rather slow and ponderous
So he appeared quite dignified.
Although in fact deep down inside
He held a dream that he one day
would show the word that he could play.
That his forte was comedy
and people would pay happily
To see his latest slapstick show
But he was too ponderous and slow.
There was no way he’d ever be
the clown prince of comedy.
But still he tells his latest jokes
To all the other jungle folks.

28-May-08

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Familiarity breeds contempt.

The psychedelic neon signs.
A visual insanity.
Create intricate designs
that linger momentarily.

They are designed to catch the eye
which they did successfully.
Illuminating passers by
in garish colours constantly.

We can ignore them easily.
They have become familiar.
part of our past history.
We have become particular.

Their garish colours are a bore
they don’t intrigue us any more.

Friday,18 February 2011
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