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Either Or for Friend Thad

A thought has just occurred to me.
When someone claims a victory
then someone else suffers defeat.
A simple thought that is complete.
You either win or else you lose,
there is no alternative to choose.
Acceptable when it’s a game.
A fleeting bid for some small fame.
Transfer it to the battleground,
this simple thought becomes profound.
You win you live, you lose you die.
That is the harsh reality.
Until we find a better way
then men on other men will prey.

7-Jul-08

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Here and There for M'lady Mary Gordley

To you they are pure fantasy.
To me they are reality,
So we are bound to disagree.
In worlds I visit frequently,
you can see dragons flying free.
But only if you have the key.
To open up your tight closed mind
to all the wonders you can find
when reality is left behind.
Try it out what can you lose,
travel anywhere you choose.
You have free will you can refuse.
But when I need a holiday.
I close my eyes and drift away.

7-Jun-08

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I am a man!

I am a man full grown.
I have the right to choose
To make my way alone
What have I got to lose? .

If I refuse to do
as you expect me to.
I owe nothing to you

I will choose my own way.
Today and every day

I am man, my own man

Friday,05 March 2010
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It was not my fault.

I do not think fate deserves blame
For choices which we freely made.
There are no fixed rules in life's game
We have to learn from each mistake.

Sometimes we win sometimes we lose.
The choice we make may prove correct
The course of action which we choose.
May bring success. though I suspect

That when we lose we choose to blame
A cruel fate because we fail.
But we take credit just the same
when we succeed.We do not wail.

Instead we boast of our prowess.
We do not credit kindly fate.
With guiding us towards success.
Though it might be appropriate.

Instead we are very quick to blame
Fate for the times we don't succeed
She does not treat us all the same.
At least on that we are agreed.

Thursday,23 February 2012
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Misplaced Trust

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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.

Saturday,29 October 2011
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Misapprehension

A blue eyed blonde but rather dim.
Or so he thought
But she still made a fool of him.
Just for the sport

He thought he would have his way
then leave her flat
but she saw things a different way.
I fancy that

she led him a merry dance.
She knew his game,
right from the start he had no chance.
But all the same

The lesson was long overdue
he had to know.
That he was not entitled to
just take and go.

She had met men like him before
and knew full well
He wanted to add to his score
so he could tell.

His friends about his new conquest.
But she declined
and told him he was just a pest.
Then she consigned

him swiftly to the garbage heap
where he belonged
and she would lose no beauty sleep.
Though he felt wronged.

Philanderers should make a note
to change their ways.
or surely they will miss the boat.
Alone always.

the maiden knew instinctively
she could not trust.
She spotted you immediately.
So go you must.

With your desire unsatisfied.
The lady’s wise
she sees quite clearly that you lied.
To your surprise.

23-Jul-08

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Misplaced Trust symmetrical verse.

Symmetrical verse

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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Addiction for M lady Kim

Addiction

I’ll exercise self discipline.
Today I will not write a word.
I have decided it’s no sin.
This constant scribbling’s absurd.
I choose a book and start to read
but then some phrase enraptures me.
Quite suddenly I feel the need
I have to write and urgently,
Before my train of thought is lost
I find my pad take up my pen
and writing in the style of Frost.
I find I’m scribbling again.
My muse cannot contain her glee.
She knows that she’s in charge not me.

20-Aug-08

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Inspiration, motivation, satisfaction

Your wants and needs are not the same.
You needs you cannot do without.
Your wants are quite a different game.
Things that you choose to dream about.
Long cherished dreams can motivate
you to make that extra effort
and when you win appreciate.
It was much easier than you thought.
Some people are content to dream
others will make their dreams come true.
All part and parcel of life’s scheme.
Dreamers just dream and doers do..
Though some of us combine the two
We dream at first and then we do.

Saturday,21 August 2010
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Forgotten.

I used to be a household name.
A notable celebrity.
I was a winner in life’s game
Now nobody remembers me.

I lived a life of luxury.
Spent every penny that I earned.
Today I live in poverty.
The tables well and truly turned.

I should have saved but I did not
I thought my fame would never end
I was contented with my lot.
But now I know you can’t depend.

On lady luck a fickle jade.
She builds you up then tears you down.
One day you top the hit parade
The next day you become unknown.

I only have myself to blame
Believed my own publicity
I gloried in my transient fame.
But lady luck deserted me.

I was a fool I must confess
But I chose not to think ahead.
What does it matter more nor less.
Most people think that am dead.

Instead I’m just an old has been
I slipped into obscurity
completely faded from the scene.
Nobody wants to remember me..

23/08/2009
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Old Fashioned Courtesy for M'lady Tara

The hearth is the heart of the home.
Or used to be before T.V
The glowing coals bid you welcome
on winter nights especially.

Though now the idiots lantern rules
and it is given pride of place
An entertainment fit for fools
who sit and watch without a trace,

a glimmer of intelligence.
They live their lives vicariously
an unreal world of false pretence.
Hypnotised by what they see.

Although I watch occasionally
I can find better things to do.
Than voluntary slavery.
I have my hobbies to pursue.

I tend to watch the latest news,
Sometimes a movie if I choose
perhaps a documentary
I’m in control not the T.V/

If you should choose to visit me
So I can greet you properly
I switch it off without a thought
as any polite person ought.

16-Dec-08

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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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Game, set and Match for friend Thad

Without a word I had to yield
to powers greater than I wield.
Without a word I quit the field.

The lady had enraptured me
I could not fight a Force Majeure.
Without a word she captured me.

What choice had I a simple man
but to surrender gracefully.
The power held by a woman.

Is such that no man can resist
because he’s overtaken by
confusion once he has been kissed.

The predator becomes the prey.
The role reversal is complete,
the woman has the final say.

I know men think they chose their mate.
Although the opposite applies
when they give up their single state.

Ladies are content to allow
the man to think it was his choice.
Ladies do not need to think: They know

how fragile is the male ego
.Encourage him in his belief
it was his choice. Though it’s not so.

She wastes no time on argument.
She knows hers is the victory.
Her plan has worked, she rests content.

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I Thought I Was Going To Lose You

I thought that I was going to lose you
Just for a moment you looked like slipping away
And my only thought was to come with you
There was no other reason to stay
Now Im sinking in a river of happy returns
Though Im tired I can do nothing but sigh
For the greatest relief Im so thankful
As I gaze at your coming-back smile
Lord, I thought I was going to lose you
Yes, I thought I was going to lose you

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Ragbag Mind.

Sometimes I think I’m ignorant
at other times I know I’m not.
Though you may think I’m arrogant
I really do know quite a lot
A mass of trivialities
my mind has safely stored away
Odd peculiarities.
Exactly why I cannot say.
Just odds and sods of little use
in the hum drum of everyday.
I don’t know why mind should choose
what it will lose or what must stay.
I think that eccentricity
must be my speciality.

Monday,25 January 2010
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Wasted Effort

Who steals my purse steals only trash.
My credit cards are all maxed out
I have no job I have no cash
so sadly he must do without.
The goodies that he hoped to buy
at my expense or so he thought.
The fix he needed to get high.
All of his effort gone for naught
The truth is I’m completely broke.
No job, no home, no family.
I hope that he can see the joke
that fate has played on him and me.
He thought to gain but he did not.
What have I lost—not a lot

14/08/2009
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Centred experimental form

Centred

The silence of the night profound.
Unbroken by the slightest sound.
Envelopes me.

Serenity envelopes me
From earthly worries I am free
Just for a while.

I can enjoy just for a while
a complete change from my life style.
No need to rush.

I am content no need to rush.
Sit quietly amidst the hush.
I still my mind.

Effortlessly I still my mind
and meditate until I find
my inner core.

When I have reached my inner core
I need not struggle any more.
I am at peace.

I realise I am at peace
when all my errant thought trains cease.
I can just be.

I understand I can just be
if only temporarily.
Then I must go.

An hour or two then I must go
back to the noisy world I know.
Reluctantly.

Surrendering reluctantly
the only time that I am free
to be just me.

21-Oct-08
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Insanity Rules

Slip loose the moorings of your mind.
Freely embrace insanity
it’s freedom of a different kind
from mere eccentricity.
Once you have been certified
they don’t expect normality
You basic needs will be supplied
accommodation is rent free.
No need to rise unless you choose.
You have no need to earn your keep.
No knotty problems to confuse
your mind, which might disturb your sleep..
So why not choose to be insane.
You will lose less than you can gain.

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Meditating meditation for M lady Ernestine

Ignore the fleeting thoughts which pass
across the surface of your mind
Reflections in a looking glass
which leave nothing solid behind.

They briefly show then fade away
Like shooting stars across the sky.
Of no importance any way.
Not worth the time it takes to try.

To understand what they might mean.
If they’re important they will slow
their pace so that they can be seen
as something which you need to know.

Command your mind to concentrate
and pay attention to one thought.
Be single minded contemplate.
Is this the truth which you have sought.

Reducing the complexity
of half formed thoughts which multiply
to simple singularity.
Grows easier each time you try.

If you achieve an empty mind
completely undistracted by,
Stray random thoughts of any kind.
Experience epiphany.

For one brief moment understand.
We are all small parts of just one whole.
Then you will know you can’t command
the forward movement of your soul.

The quest you are engaged upon
is something which we all must do.
Accept this fact and carry on
How long it takes is up to you.

03/06/2009
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Paradise refused for Friend JTEarly

I dreamt I was in paradise
Where every thing was beautiful
Nothing here displeased my eyes.
I thought at first how wonderful.

But I grew bored and longed to see
something which lacked perfection
This paradise did not suit me.
I voiced my consternation

I needed contrasts to compare
The constant beauty soon grew stale.
I did not want to remain there
I was afraid that I would fail.

Lose my ability to choose
What kind of beauty I preferred
I made my mind up to refuse
The sad boredom heaven offered.

Your paradise would be my hell
Total perfection’s not for me
I must have ugliness as well
a difference that I can see.

When I awoke I was relieved
to see my world just as it is.
And not the paradise conceived
by others as a state of bliss.

13-Sep-08
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I have become a pragmatist for friend Leslie

I have become a pragmatist

I’ve been betrayed by so called friends
and people who I thought I knew.
With no attempt to make amends.
I sometimes wonder if it’s true.
Was I myself in part to blame
for trusting far too readily
that’s not the way to win life’s game.
Now that it’s too late I see
I acted rather foolishly.
I should have been more sceptical
and checked them out more thoroughly
at risk of seeming cynical.
I am no longer so naïve
I’ve learnt my lesson I believe.

16/08/2009
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