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Double double Cross

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She was convinced that he believed
that she was very, very rich
and that the plan she had conceived.
Would go ahead without a hitch.
She’d satisfy her appetite
for luxuries at his expense.
Her future now was looking bright
and she was filled with confidence.
But what the lady did not know.
He too engaged in false pretence,
his seeming wealth was all top show.
Appearances took precedence.
Two tricksters both of whom must fail
A scheming minx a charming cad
who act their parts to no avail
There are no pickings to be had.
Each hoist upon their own petard.
Their cunning plans have gone awry.
They have received their just reward
as tricksters must eventually.

26-Jun-08

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The Legendary Upas Tree for friend Chandra

The legendary Upas Tree

As I drew near the Upas tree
I felt a sudden lethargy.
I was devoid of energy
The Upas tree had captured me.

To satisfy its appetite.
With promises of sheer delight
it undermined my will to fight.
I must resist with all my might.

I will succeed in breaking free
and then destroy the Upas tree.
Then I discover suddenly
I am inside the Upas tree.

This is no dream or fantasy.
Alas it’s grim reality.
My struggles were to no avail
The tree must win I had to fail.

If you should find a Upas tree
avoid it very carefully.
Few men caught by this strange tree
ever succeed in breaking free.

One man lived to tell his story
How he escaped eventually.
But no one believed that there could be.
A sentient man eating tree.

I was a fool and paid no heed
To tell the truth I saw no need
and that is how I came to feed.
The Upas tree’s unholy greed.

20/08/2009

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Voluntary Genocide?

The shrill wind whistles through at will.
The remnants of venetian blinds.
The rooms inside are tainted still
with viruses of different kinds

All tailor made which were designed
To only kill selectively
The product of a mad mans mind.
A plan which backfired tragically.

He was convinced he had the right
to alter mankind’s destiny
That everyone who was not white
should be destroyed efficiently.

His master plan was to erase
all non white populations.
And thus provide more living space
for go ahead Caucasians.

Now he is dead with all the rest
of mankind both black and white
Perhaps it worked out for the best.
There are no humans left to fight.

The whole world is free from wars
The only killing is for meat
and that by natures predators.
Who have no choice they have to eat.

The human race which killed for sport
Has had its day and left the stage
It failed to satisfy the court.
Maturity would come with age.
12/08/2009
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My conscience is clear.

She seemed wide eyed and innocent.
The answer to a young mans dreams.
They seemed to meet by accident.
But things aren't always as they seem.

She planned their meeting carefully.
Paid great attention to detail.
She was as sure as she could be.
There was no way her plan could fail.

She was quite certain she could count
On access to his bank account.
At least to use his credit card.
To earn herself a nice reward.

He too was certain of success.
He knew that he was penniless
And planned to take her for a ride.
Instead of making her his bride.

Two con artists head to head.
There's little more that can be said.
There was no chance they could foresee.
their plans would fail: Inevitably..

She looked wide eyed and innocent.
He seemed to be a gentleman.
Though both were overconfident.
they couldn't fail. Fate had other plans.

Although they were prepared to cheat.
To demonstrate their competence
But did not know the must compete
to win the others confidence.

She was convinced she had him fooled.
He was quite certain he would win.
But fate stepped in and overruled.
Their well laid plans to their chagrin.

They both left town quite suddenly.
And left their unpaid bills behind.
Along with sundry property.
Which by default I claimed as mine.

I made a profit from their sale.
Which more than covered my expense.
For me to win they had to fail.
A matter of expedience..

I lost much less than what I gained.
Enjoyed the whole experience.
Which keeps my close friends entertained.
I feel no need for penitence.

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A voice crying in the wilderness

Revealed to me exclusively.
Its natures plan to erase man.
No one accepts this prophecy.
They don’t believe that nature can.
Tight close their eyes so they can’t see
the facts parade before their eyes.
Although they will eventually
when they are facing their demise.
We’re living in the latter days.
We have been warned which we ignored
perhaps too late to mend our ways.
So we will reap our just reward.
become extinct like dinosaurs
for disobeying Natures Laws.

25-Jun-08

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Nocturne for M'lady Lucianne

A rosy glow which fades to grey,
as dusk writes finis to the day
The grey deepens to indigo,
the one by one the bright stars show.
Bright sequins on the cloak of night.
My heart rejoices at the sight.
To me the night is Feminine,
the stars just serve to underline
the fact a lady needs to dress
in such a way that she’ll impress.
I am impressed as you can see
I’m inspired to write poetry
in praise of Diana who will rise
to be the mistress of the skies.

26-May-08

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Autumnale for M lady ernestine

The falling leaves dance in the breeze
and clothe the ground beneath the trees,
in autumn colours rich a rare.
The trees themselves will soon be bare.

Left no defence against the wind.
Their winter plans are well designed,
bare twigs and branches hold less snow
than useless leaves they have let go

The wintry gales to no avail
try hard but they are doomed to fail,
They can’t destroy the sturdy trees;
resisting with apparent ease.

Although they bow before the blast
they know that winter cannot last
The winds will die and fade away
the trees will they’re here to stay.

Spring will return the trees will green
as if the winter had not been.
The trees put on their new spring clothes
along with every plant that grows.

8-Oct-08

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Misplaced Trust

Symmetrical verse

Misplaced trust
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I lost my way
Was led astray
By those I thought I could believe
But were not what they seemed to be
Because I was young and naïve
I trusted them too easily
Their confidence was all pretence.
I should have used my common sense.
Gone my own way
Without delay.
But I did not I thought they knew
Which way to go
which wasn’t true.

Saturday,29 October 2011
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The best laidplans gang aft agley Storypoem

I planned her demise carefully
I was quite sure that it would be
accepted as an accident.
Which left me looking innocent.

I thought I had made no mistakes
but I made one that’s all it takes.
One single shred of evidence
destroyed my claim to innocence.

I should have sued for a divorce
that would have been the wisest course.
Though it would not have satisfied
the hatred festering inside

Caused by the mental cruelty
to which she had subjected me
So I devised the perfect plan
to rid myself of this woman.

My only thought revenge is sweet.
I truly thought in my conceit
That I would get away Scott free.
But fate had other plans for me.

My home is temporarily
a hospital I am not free.
I can still smile I am content
her punishment is permanent.

I was adjudged incompetent
of forming murderous intent
The lawyer who defended me
convinced the judge successfully.

That though I caused my wifes demise
I was too ill to recognise
That killing her would be a crime.
My mind abnormal at that time.

I have no reason to complain
I know that I am not insane
That very soon the powers that be
will certify my sanity.

Although my plans went all awry.
The price I pay is not too high
At last I am well rid of you.
It was well worth it in my view.

18/07/2009
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Dying to succeed for Friend Jon London

The pace of life is fast and furious.
We have no time to simply stand and stare.
There is no peace to be found, anywhere,
so many pressures brought to bear on us.
Why is that we have to fume and fuss
lack of success is not so hard to bear
despite the direful warnings we hear
As for myself I find it curious.

Why many men assume that they must fail
if they don’t work a sixteen hour day.
Subsuming every other interest.
Some work themselves to death to no avail
because it seem to them the only way
To prove they’re better than the rest.

18-May-08

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Beyond Price For M lady Catrina

I find delight in simple things.
I do not yearn for luxuries,
A tiny gift lends my heart wings
Because he’s chosen it for me

We are not rich but have enough
to pay for our necessities.
I do not need expensive stuff.
A token’s always sure to please

He is my man and does his best
To ensure he fulfils my needs
Though other folks are not impressed.
I have no doubt that he succeeds.

What others think irrelevant
He is my man and I’m content.

9-Mar-09
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Misplaced Trust symmetrical verse.

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Misplaced trust
.
I lost my way
Was led astray
By those I thought I could believe
But were not what they seemed to be
Because I was young and naïve
I trusted them too easily
Their confidence was all pretence.
I should have used my common sense.
Gone my own way
Without delay.
But I did not I thought they knew
Which way to go which wasn’t true.
They lied to me
As liars do.

Saturday,29 October 2011
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Time to Strike

It seems to me necessities
grow more expensive day by day
and at the same time luxuries
cost less than what we used to pay.

The values which we hold today
are not the ones our parents knew
It seems somehow we’ve lost our way.
I am convinced that this is true.

If you can’t pay you should not buy
For credit can put up the price
The crafty merchants have to try
to pay for when they advertise.

The goods for sale we do not need.
So they increase the price of food
Pursuit of profits is their creed.
Yet still they cry misunderstood.

Perhaps its time to call a halt
and force the merchants to review
A system very much at fault
I am afraid unless we do.

Well starve to death in luxury
because we cant afford to eat.
This is not how things ought to be.
I can do nothing but repeat

It seems to me necessities
grow more expensive day by day
and that unneeded luxuries
cost less that what we used to pay.

I find it hard to understand
why we must pay more for our food.
The laws of supply and demand
unless I have misunderstood.

Say necessities should cost less
Than luxuries we do not need
and only purchase to impress.
The merchants know we have to feed.

They do not need to advertise
the foodstuffs which they know we need
but constantly increase the price.
To satisfy their endless greed.

We only have ourselves to blame.
Our apathetic attitude
ensures that we can’t win
Though I am certain that we could

We have the power we could use
to bring the merchants in to line.
If we don’t buy, point blank refuse
except on terms which we define.

They’ll very quickly change their tune
they have to sell
But we wont win if we don’t try
5-Mar-09
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I Hesitate for Friend Konstantin

I walk in darkness seeking light.
I search for truth to no avail
I can’t distinguish wrong from right.
I know not if I can prevail
against the problems assailing me.
I cannot say with certainty
if satisfaction can be found.
The only thing I’m sure about.
I have no choice I must go on.
Despite my fears I have no doubt
that I am not the only one.
Who suffers such uncertainty
yet still continues hopefully.

2-Feb-09
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White collar criminals.

When driven by necessity
I stole to feed my family
The state claims the authority
To prosecute and punish me.

A hybrid monster doomed to fail
Because of inequality.
Their efforts all to avail
They can't achieve stability.

They cannot claim efficiency.
Most of their plans have gone awry.
I think that's very plain to see.
But they don't see the reason why.

They make concessions to the rich
and they expect the poor to pay.
A typical Tory sales pitch.
They lie and cheat to get their way.

The simply do not understand.
The complaints we choose to express.
So they dismiss them out of hand.
And just ignore the bitterness.

They class me as a petty thief.
Because I stole food out of need.
To me it seems beyond belief
They steal to satisfy their greed.

I am not proud I had to steal.
There is no work for me to do.
But they're allowed to wheel and deal
At the expense of me and you.

So much for democracy
It would be nice if it were true
WE recognise hypocrisy.
Although they do not think we do.

There is no justice for the poor.
There never was nor will there be.
I only took a little crust
But they betray the nations trust.

Wednesday,04 April 2012

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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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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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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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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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Predestined? for My Lady Irene

Her eyes are like unto the sea
their colour changing constantly
Their beauty has ensorcelled me.
Try as I might I can’t break free.

The lady is quite innocent
I must absolve her from intent
I met her gaze by accident.
But the effect is permanent.

I was not searching for romance
but captivated by her glance,
I was resolved to take a chance
to change my future circumstance.

Was I a fool to entertain
the faintest hope that I might gain,
the lady’s heart or live in pain
and still a bachelor remain

The burning question had to be.
What did the lady think of me?
and could she possibly agree
to dare to share her life with me.

Although we think we have free will.
Mother Nature has the skill
to create plans we must fulfil.
So we obey or foot the bill.

Regretting that we did not do
what Mother Nature meant us to.
It seem the lady felt this too.
An old, old tale forever new.

04/06/2009
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The Day's Plans Go Awry

It's wet out there, the rain rolls in,
The day's plans go awry,
It's wet out there, the rain rolls in,
The tears that God must cry.

'Hey Mom, what's rain, what makes it fall? '
Asked Zachary, sincere.
'When will it stop, will it at all?
I can't be stuck in here.'

It's wet out there, the rain rolls in,
The day's plans go awry,
It's wet out there, the rain rolls in,
As God begins to cry.

'It's God's tears, my son, he must weep,
For all of us on earth.
The pain we feel, we cannot keep,
Ourselves alone from birth.'

It's wet out there, the rain rolls in,
The day's plans go awry,
It's wet out there, the rain rolls in,
For our pain God must cry.

'But Mom, God's cried, every day,
He must be getting weak.
Tell him to laugh, that's what I'd say,
And try that for a week.'

It's wet out there, the rain rolls in,
The day's plans go awry,
It's wet out there, the rain rolls in,
Why do we make him cry?

'But ah, my son, you do not know,
How much hurt God has felt.
So our Father, he has to show,
Us what our pain has dealt.'

It's wet out there, the rain rolls in,
The day's plans go awry.
It's wet out there, the rain rolls in,
God doesn't want to cry.

'So Mom, then why, do we hurt God?
How can we be so bad?
Why do we hurt each other too?
We know it makes him sad.'

It's wet out there, the rain rolls in,
The day's plans go awry,
It's wet out there, the rain rolls in,
The tears that God must cry.

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