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Dare to smile for M lady Tara

December’s dull and dreary days.
Seem to pass by much more slowly
than summer days: We have to face
this is the sad reality.
The shorter days do not move fast.
Although we would expect them to
Instead they seem intent to last
so much longer than they ought to.
Although we know it is not true.
Time seems to slow its even pace
to us it really seems to do.
The way we feel shows on each face.
Nobody sports a cheerful grin
as if to smile would be a sin

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Autumnal Thoughts for M'lady Ernestine.

The days grow short and shorter still
The evenings hold a hint of chill.
The sun goes early to his rest.
The time approaches I love best
When natures shows her artistry
abandoning propriety
To suit her autumn madcap mood.
She is determined that she should
Use every shade in her palette.
Create a sight you can’t forget
and she succeeds so easily.
By making certain every tree.
Will don their autumn finery
Their gaudy colours pleasing me

Wednesday,27 October 2010
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Summer Days

Summer days are warm, and wonderfully long.
Deep down, within my heart, I feel a joyful song.
Gone are winter days, with their dowdy browns;
The trees and flowers now wear coloured crowns.

The natural world displays its bounteous beauty.
The soft, summer breeze is fragrant and fruity.
Bees, butterflies, and other bugs, now take flight.
Days of summer, feel so very cheerful and bright.

The days of winter can be so deeply depressing,
But now, their true selves, plants are expressing.
Suddenly, the world feels like a much better place,
And the happy smiles are evident on many a face.

The world, all about us, is given a golden glow,
Which illuminates Mother Nature's vibrant show.
Following the winter months: all dull and dreary;
We're treated to a display that's much more cheery.

Winter woodlands appear so very bland and bare,
But, come the summer, they look fabulous and fair.
Shafts of sunlight shine down through the tall trees;
The leaf laden branches rustle in the summer breeze.

Some secretly wish that summer could last forever;
That, all year round, we could enjoy warm weather.
Once summer is here, you hate for it to have to end;
You warm to it, as you would, to your dearest friend.

poem by Angela Wybrow
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Howdy for M'lady Mary Gordley

If you should catch a passing smile.
Then wear it for a little while
before you pass it on again.
You cannot lose you always gain.
For smiles are most transferable.
Most everyone is capable
of giving and receiving smiles
in many forms and many styles.
They take less effort than a frown
and lift you up if you feel down.
Surprise a stranger with a grin
a gesture that’s born deep within.
Strangers are friends you have not met.
A smile’s something they won’t forget

29-Jun-08

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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Time Re Written

Time goes fast
Time goes slow
Time sees love ones pass
Time sees the living grow

Time finds it hard to forget
Time can store up treasures and sorrows, and very hard to let go...

Time rushes fast
Time stops and starts
Time is shown by nights turn into days
Time makes all the seasons change

Time is going slowly at times but
Time can race you across the line
Time awaits for you to have peace but
Time can also hide sadness deep

Time is sometimes patient
Time can be kind
Time often cruel and
Time can be so so unkind

Time is a second
Time is minute, hour, even days and months
Time is not possible for us to keep
But right now...I wish time will not pass me by

Nor it slip back into yesterday day...
For i have much to look forward
In Time...and much more afar
I am certain now that

Time is a precious thing and will bring along amazing things...
Time...more time...and much much time
And somehow i feel a bit lost at this...
Time

Perhaps only when the dark night comes at long last
I will stop thinking about
Time
For time will no longer matter then
And only then... until then

Each second, Every minute...Even hour and all these Endless days
Bientôt mon chéri, venez à moi

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A wish come true, unexpectedly

A wish come true unexpectedly

A dismal dank December day.
The kind of day I’d rather stay
inside beside my fireside.

I have no choice although I know
my journey will be long and slow.
The fog is very thick outside.

I must drive very carefully
because I can’t see properly.
Not looking forward to the ride.

The fog’s too thick so I decide
I will turn back, go back inside.
Phone up to say I have tried

Say that the fog is far too dense
The worst in my experience.
Although I do my best to hide.

The satisfaction that I feel
I need not slide behind the wheel
But sit beside my fireside.

On this dismal December day
I cannot go so I must stay
warm and comfortable inside.

I’m sure they’ll manage without me.
I do not feel at all guilty.
My excuse can be verified.

Friday,11 December 2009
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Amazed for friend Thad

I wandered in an ancient maze.
Close clipped hedges on either side
and as I walked its narrow ways.
I had no choice but to decide.

To choose the left or choose the right.
Which turning that I ought to take.
The dense Yew hedges curbed my sight.
I was confused, make no mistake.

The maze became a metaphor
for all the problems I must face.
Each is a case of either or.
I ponder as I slowly pace

along the tree lined corridors.
I feel my tensions disappear
and clearly see my future course.
The quietness I have found here.

Was truly worth the entrance fee.
My hour of silent solitude
has left my mind now trouble free.
Completely changed my attitude.

I will no longer strive to show
I am the leader of the pack l
The maze has taught me take it slow
before I earn a heart attack.

17-Sep-08

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Shedding a little light on the past for M 'lady Ernestine

A candle in a paper boat
Placed on the water carefully
Then lit before its set afloat
Recalls a racial memory.
Of funeral pyres in days of old
Of longships burning in the night.
The records that our memories hold.
Transformed by the candle light
on paper boats we set adrift.
It’s just a little game to us
But memories can slowly lift
the veil that’s separating us.
Two worlds existing side by side.
Long may these memories abide.

Tuesday,08 December 2009
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Each to his Own for Friend Bob Blackwell

I dance before the Lord, My God.
Though other people find this odd.
They are entitled to their view.
I worship as I was taught to do.
The Christians sing hymns of praise
but mainly on their holy days
And Muslims pray six times a day
they worship God in their own way.
As for the Jews they have their views
a lengthy list of don’ts and dos.
Why can’t we learn to tolerate
each others views. Appreciate
there is one God omnipotent.
who understands each mans intent.

20-Aug-08

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Dismal outlook.

Dismal outlook.

The sky today is dark and grey
With storm clouds slowly gathering
I think more rain is on the way.
The outlook is not promising.
Perhaps the rain will fall as snow
May be the clouds will move away
We can but hope that they will go
A typical December day.
White Christmases appeal to some.
They did to me long years ago.
The first snow fall was most welcome.
But now I pray for it to go.
I don’t admit to being old
Though I confess I hate the cold.

Saturday,03 December 2011
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Sad but true

Sad but true

Sometimes love dies. Wiser to part
than to prolong the agony.
Better consign to history
the days when we could speak heart to heart.
Sometimes love dies.

Though we were happy at the start.
The passing years drove us apart.
The hurt we feel will always smart.
Sometimes love dies.

When did we start to drift apart.
Togetherness no longer part
of who we are or want to be.
it must remain a mystery.
Which is impossible to chart.
Sometimes love dies.

31/10/2009
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Winter and Summer

Winter
Snow covered
Days grow shorter
Fun filled snow days
Cold bitter season of warmth
Long days of relaxation
Days grow longer
No school
Summer

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Either or: both can't be true fpr Joe Poewhit

No one canprove that God exists.
No one can prove that God does not
and yet the arguments persists.

I do not know which view is true.
Nobody does apparently.
What you believe is true for you.

What I believe is true for me.
I think the evidence suggests
we should agree to disagree.

Accept the possibility
that either viewpoint could be true.
God could be fact or fantasy.

Why should we argue fruitlessly.
An argument no one can win.
God must remain a mystery,

Tuesday,22 December 2009
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I'm still a man for M 'lady Milica

I’m still a man though I grow old
I am no longer brave and bold.
I think before I chose to act.
I have to face up to the fact.
I have to do as I am told.
I’m still a man

The aches and pains that trouble me
all tend to sap my energy.
I cannot do what I used to
That’s matterless for in my view
I’m still a man,

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15/10/2009
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Pulling myself together for M'lady Ann Beard

In dreams I can communicate
with disparate parts of me.
I’m learning to appreciate.
The frightening complexity

Of the different parts of me.
Which I must balance constantly
A task I must face every day
so they combine to make me, me..

I am a father and a son.
I am a brother and a friend.
The endless list goes on and on.
It seems as though it has no end.

Somehow I manage to control
at least the parts on public view.
The scattered parts which make the whole
But still conceal a thing or two.

The parts of me I need to change.
I’m sure I can do given time.
Some parts of me are weird and strange.
Like creatures from an earlier time.

The Id tries to assert its will.
The ego sure to disagree.
The super ego bids them both be still.
I just accept they’re part of me.

When other people look at me.
I wonder if they wonder too
If they can see reality.
I am not certain that I do.

Wednesday,02 December 2009
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Falling Down

Today is just the same as any other day to me.
Walking wall to wall to pass the time, I picture what its like on the other side.
Because Im here on the inside of blue, without you.
Day in day out on and on ... Im missing you.
Nothing seems to work as well, my face in the mirror looks like hell. I think I need to see a doctor.
I watch the slow hand move line by line. I cant even think of the words that rhyme.
Day in day out on and on ... Im missing you.
Some days it feels, just like falling down.
Some days its easy, just like falling down.
Some days its real, just like falling down.
Some days its easy, just like falling down.
Day in day out on and on ... Im missing you

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Last Days of Summer

Whatever the way the summer days end,
In the type of summer is how it has been,
Whether a good one or bad one,
The last days of summer,
Can be sad or happy endings,
As each season ends,
With another one beginning,

The summer could have been,
Miserable yet,
Sun scorching us everyday,
And sunlight shining on all our faces,
It is how it is,
Out there where all is seen,
In,
Summer days of fun,
Summer days of love,
Summer days of seeing,
Summer days of been,
Out and about where summer is,

And when summer came and went?
With a mundane feeling that it left?
Was the last days of summer,
And the begining of another,
Autumn as we know it,
Fall in other places,
Where the ending of one season shows,
By the decaying of it,
When Autumn Fall shows,

Where we will wrap up and snuggle,
With warm cuppas drinks,
With a book,
Or,
Catch up on watching films,
Yet,
Still,
Musing over the summer days,
Of sunshine memories,

Now,
Warm hats and gloves,
With rustle leaves,
That rustle beneath,
Our feet as we walk,
Through the park,
And see,
The summer leaves turn,
To autumn shades,
Taking in,
The last days of summer,

Reflecting,
And remember,
The falls of Autumn's,
Is the signs of summer,
That has ended,
And minglings with,
All that falls,
From the summer ending,
To autumn beginnings,
Is the,
Decaying,
Of summer,
To regrow itself,
For next season's of summer,
When it begins again,

Yet,
In between,
There's,
Autumn,
Winter,
Spring,
Till,
Again,
Last days of summer,
And all in bloom again.

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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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Fuzzy Logic.

Between the worlds the boundary.
Sometimes grows thin and disappear.
Fantasy and reality
Which is which no longer clear.
Imagination can supply
Alternative scenarios
Where normal rules do not apply
But are they real? nobody knows
It may well be that it is so
I can accept a different view
I do not really want to know
whether or not that it is true
I can believe quite easily
there is no definite boundary.

Sunday,17 January 2010
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Days

- Album: Reality
- Lyrics and music by David Bowie
Hold me tight
Keep me cool
Going mad
Don't know what to do
Do I need a friend?
Well I need one now
All the days of my life
All the days of my life
All the days I owe you
All I've done
I've done for me
All you gave
You gave for free
I gave nothing in return
And theres little left of me
All the days of my life
All the days of my life
All the days I owe you
With redeyed pain I'm knocking on your door again
My crazy brain in tangles pleading for your gentle voice
Those storms keep pounding through my faded heart
I'll play your sooth my sorry soul
All the days of my life
(All the days of my life)
All the days of my life
(All the days of my life)
All the days I owe you
All the days of my life
(All the days of my life)
All the days of my life
(All the days of my life)
All the days I owe you
All the days of my life
(All the days of my life)
All the days of my life
(All the days of my life)
All the days I owe you
All the days of my life

song performed by by David Bowie
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I live for my dreams.

She comes to me in dreams at night.
And holds me as she used to do.
But disappears by morning light
So I am left to grieve anew..

There’s no one left to comfort me
My family are long since gone.
I wait for nightfall eagerly
Just for a while I’m not alone.

Each night before I sleep I pray
My love will come to visit me.
Although I’ll face another day
of loneliness and misery.

They say that passing time will heal.
For some perhaps it may be true.
But not for me because I feel
the anguish still of losing you.

I know somewhere you wait for me.
You can’t return and won’t go on.
You know we have eternity.
That I will follow where you’ve gone.

When death released you from your pain.
And left your spirit free to fly.
You promised me we’d meet again.
Now all I do is wonder why.

Fate decided that we should be.
Forced to go our separate ways
Parted arbitrarily.
Condemning me to lonely days.

She comes to me by night in dreams
and holds me as she used to do
When for a while at least it seems
as if my dreams will soon come true.

I pray each night I will not wake.
To be set free to rejoin you.
A journey I will gladly make.
There’s nothing here for me to do.

Tuesday,15 March 2011
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