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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The ladies Know! ! this one is for the guys
The ladies know
She vacillates, procrastinates
she can’t decide what she should wear.
To the annoyance of her mate
her indecision hard to bear.
Men simply don’t appreciate
the efforts that a lady makes
Her clothing must co ordinate.
She can’t afford to make mistakes
Subjected to close scrutiny
of other ladies eagle eyes
She must be turned our perfectly
Although her loving husband tries
to tell her she looks beautiful.
She knows that he is prejudiced
as well as being dutiful
and so she dithers paralysed
Or so it seems but it’s not true
The lady acts out her charade
she knows exactly what to do.
Part of the little scheme she’s made.
His patience coming to an end.
Her mate insists that she must dress.
They have no choice they must attend
He is quite sure she will impress.
She’s wise enough to recognise
that he will brook no argument.
So very quickly she complies
. Her partner registers his content.
When they arrive a little late
as she intended they would be.
She makes an entry with her mate
and all the while smiles radiantly.
She has upstaged her enemies
Her crafty plan a great success
Her one intent was to displease
the other ladies more nor less.
Her faithful husband unaware.
He is completely innocent
of grudges which the ladies bear.
Can’t understand their discontent.
But then of course he’s just a man.
If looks could kill she would be dead
She’s hated by every woman.
Though not one crossword will be said.
The feud continues constantly
As every lady tries her best
to show her rivals only she
Stands out above the rest.
Some times they win, sometimes they lose.
Tonight the winners crown is hers
The men folk simply chat and booze
and disregard the hate filled stares.
The ladies know and they intend
to take her down a peg or two
But for the moment they pretend.
Because that’s what real ladies do.
18/06/2009
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Foregone Conclusion. For M'selle Perrault
My muse like any woman will
use her feminine wiles and skill
To persuade me to her view
and will persist until I do
Exactly as she wants me to.
I’m well aware that she will win.
Should I surrender just give in?
I must defend my self respect
it is the least she will expect
So I protest to no effect.
When my muse makes up her mind.
Like any poet I will find.
I have no choice but to obey
and there is nothing I can say.
She will reject each argument.
That I can muster and present
Although it’s futile to resist.
My fragile ego will insist
I have no option but persist
to register my discontent.
Though this does not deter my muse.
She knows full well I can’t refuse.
She knows from my past history.
I will submit reluctantly
She always wins eventually
She knows I must put on a show
to satisfy my male ego.
She is prepared to wait until
I do obey her sovereign will.
She makes that clearly evident.
I cannot win I’m bound to lose
When I argue with my muse.
She’s confident she will prevail.
After all I’m only a male
Somewhat naïve and innocent.
She knows I am a gentleman
that’s why she’s certain that she can.
Persuade coerce or bully me
Until give in and agree.
My muse will brook no argument.
Sunday,24 October 2010
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Onward Ever Onward.
I must pursue my endless quest.
My destination is unknown
Although the path is overgrown
I have no choice I must go on.
I’m not allowed to stop and rest
I have to journey on alone.
I have no choice I must go on
although the path is overgrown.
It’s up to me to do my best
until my journeying is done.
Although the path is overgrown
I have no choice I must go on..
Perhaps in time I’ll pass the test
Show I could do it on my own.
I have no choice I must go on
Although the path is overgrown.
Each man must pursue his own quest
It’s something he must do alone.
Although the path is overgrown
There is no choice you must go on.
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Merciful Release?
Merciful Release.
The mist descended suddenly.
Totally unexpectedly.
I could not see to find my way
So I decided I should stay
Just where I was. It seemed to be.
The wisest choice
I’m not so certain that it was
I think perhaps that is because.
The clammy fog embraces me
And whispers to me quietly
You have no choice.
If I decide to let you go
I am quite certain you will know.
Not to brave the moors alone
These moors are mine all that I own
and I rejoice.
I have the power to heal or kill
I always had and always will.
These moors are worthy of respect
It is mission to protect.
It whispered sotto voice.
I will remember till I die.
There is no reason I should lie
The day the mist enveloped me
and whispered to me quietly
I hear that voice.
In nightmares to this very day.
Although it let me go my way.
I still retain the memory
Of the lesson taught to me.
The moors own voice.
Although it spoke so quietly
Is etched deep in my memory
I can’t forget although I try
And to this day I wonder why.
It made the choice
To set me free as suddenly
as the mist had captured me.
I don’t suppose I’ll ever know
Why it chose to let me go
I had no choice.
The moors have little time for fools
They can and will enforce their rules
I'm forced to take it seriously
Or pay the price
Tuesday,15 November 2011
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Their evensong; my pleasure for friend Thad
I sit outside the monastery
and pass an hour pleasantly
Listening to the brothers chant
I find their plain song elegant.
I wonder why, it puzzles me
Why do some men voluntarily
decide upon monastic life.
Are they afraid of worldly strife.
It seems to me that they retreat
from normal life; admit defeat.
I’m sure they see it differently
To me it is a mystery.
What can they possibly achieve.
This question really baffles me.
I must suppose that they believe.
It’s pleasing to their deity.
But I am not a Christian
I have my own philosophy.
More suited to a simple man.
Which is all I claim to be.
They have a choice they can decide
to worship God in their own way.
I am content to sit outside
I do not have the right to say.
What they should do or should not do.
My own motto is tolerance
that’s why I come to listen to
the plain song. which my ears entrance.
When night falls and all is still.
The final notes have died away.
I exercise my own free will
and rise to make my homeward way.
My God does not expect me to
stick to a rigid discipline.
The way the brothers have to do.
To pray or not the choice is mine.
14/07/2009
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Wondering for M 'lady Tara
.
Today I saw a winsome Nun.
A negative in black and white.
I wondered if she had begun
to question if her choice was right.
And was she really positive
a life of prayer would satisfy
When she had so much more to give,
given the opportunity
Had her choice been freely made?
Or was she merely dutiful?
Had she been promised as a child?
It’s not at all unusual
to be denied the right to choose.
A subtle form of child abuse.
19-May-08
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I am still me.
I’m not the man I used to be
When in the first bloom of my youth.
Who had abundant energy
I must accept the awful truth.
As I grow old I realise.
I’m not the man I used to be
I have no choice but recognise.
I must conserve my energy.
It’s for the best quite probably.
I have to think before I act.
I’m not the man I used to be.
I can’t deny that simple fact.
I can do what I need to do
Though I must plan it carefully.
I am quite sure you feel it too.
I’m not the man I used to be.
Saturday,15 May 2010
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Well
'Well' is the most used word in your vocabulary.
'Well' is the word you use to give you the last one.
'Well' is the word when you're losing an argument.
'Well' is the word used when talking is done
'Well' gives you time for further consideration.
'Well' gives you chance to later state your case.
'Well' to you is an answer not a question.
'Well' is the word to use in time of haste.
'Well' is the word you use to cause exasperation.
'Well' is used because you can't think on your feet.
'Well' alleviates embarrassment in your slow repartee.
'Well' is the way to halt an argument's defeat.
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Public Servant
Public servant
I have no choice it must be done
before my only chance is gone.
I have him clearly in my sights
and I am well within my rights.
He is armed, prepared to kill.
I have no doubt at all he will.
He is a threat to everyone.
I have no choice it must be done.
Although I would rather not
I must squeeze off the fatal shot.
I chose to shoot him through the head
make certain sure that he is dead.
Before he can shoot anyone
The choice is mine and mine alone.
I kill the man reluctantly
but that is how it has to be
I swore to serve and to protect.
The public and they all expect.
Me to carry out my duty
As best I can efficiently.
The man is dead the threat is gone
And normal life can carry on.
Nobody spares a thought for me
They do not care apparently.
05/04/2009
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Female characteristic for M 'lady Ernestine
Women’s minds are different
They do not think the way men do.
Present no reasoned argument
they merely state their point of view
They seem to know instinctively
and are invariably correct.
Which grieves me but I must agree
It is what I come to expect.
Intuition is their guide.
A skill that men sadly lack.
We always tend to look outside
for reasons we can carry back.
To justify the things we do
and wonder why our ladies smile.
Men’s foolishness is nothing new.
Why should the ladies change their style.
What men consider logically
before they can make up their minds.
The ladies discount completely.
Their wisdom of a different kind.
They tolerate our foolish pride.
because they are superior.
A fact that men have long denied
It’s not a case of either or.
For women know without a doubt
What is important what is not.
They need no time to work it out.
A talent that no man has got.
Sunday,16 May 2010
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The Word
Find the word, understand the word,
Depend on the word;
The word is heaven and space, the word the earth,
The word the universe.
The word is in our ears, the word is on our tongues,
The word the idol.
The word is the holy book, the word is harmony,
The word is music.
The word is magic, the word the Guru.
The word is the body, the word is the spirit, the word is being,
The word Not-being.
The word is man, the word is woman,
The Worshipped Great.
The word is the seen and unseen, the word is the existent
And the non-existent.
Know the word, says Kabir,
The word is All-powerful.
Until we meet again For MY lady
When I am dead just bury me
in a deep hole and plant a tree
Without any ceremony,
whats left behind’s no longer me.
If I go first it’s not by choice
so do not weep, rather rejoice.
You know that we will meet again,
My leaving’s bound to cause you pain
I’ve run my race I can’t complain
I’ll join you on some higher plane.
If I go first it’s not by choice
so do not weep rather rejoice.
Should you go first then I will know.
You had no choice you had to go.
Though I will weep I’ll weep for me
because I know you’re flying free
But I will wait impatiently
for friendly death to come for me
It’s my belief that we will be
together intermittently
in other lives in different roles.
Remaining always kindred souls
The bonds we have death cannot part
we have been twin souls from the start.
My love for you, your love for me
will last beyond eternity.
Because we are one entity
as we were always meant to be.
8-Dec-08
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Woman
Give us that grand word ‘woman’ once again,
And let’s have done with ‘lady’: one’s a term
Full of fine force, strong, beautiful, and firm,
Fit for the noblest use of tongue or pen;
And one’s a word for lackeys. One suggests
The Mother, Wife, and Sister! One the dame
Whose costly robe, mayhap, gives her the name,
One word upon its own strength leans and rests;
The other minces tiptoe. Who would be
The perfect woman must grow brave of heart
And broad of soul to play her troubled part
Well in life’s drama. While each day we see
The ‘perfect lady’ skilled in what to do
And what to say, grace in each tone and act
(‘Tis taught in schools, but needs some native tact) ,
Yet narrow in her mind as in her shoe.
Give the first place then to the nobler phrase,
And leave the lesser word for lesser praise.
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Grandchild M' lady Chitra
She walks in beauty innocent.
Too young as yet to understand
beauty can create discontent.
Men will regard her with desire
and other girls with jealousy.
Emotions that she will inspire
in other folks against her will
She is content to be herself,
she has her own dreams to fulfil.
She is not quite a woman yet
retains a trace of childishness.
Which in due course she will forget.
As she matures and comes to know
the power that her beauty brings
But can she use it wisely though?
Or let power go to her head
and use her beauty to control
and gain her selfish ends. Instead
of being what she’s meant to be.
Some one who cares for other folks.
Oblivious to their jealousy.
and to the lustful looks of men.
Continue to act naturally
as she does now. She is open
to the demands circumstance.
What influence is brought to bear
which will define her future stance.
She walks in beauty innocent.
There is so much for her to learn,
before she becomes competent
to choose the way that she will go.
The choice she faces hers alone,
and not a gift I can bestow.
She has free will as we all do.
I dare not offer my advice
after all what do I know.
18-Nov-08
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Single By Choice
Single by choice
Never marry, never ever divorce
Listen to the solitary voice
Tell you Im single by choice
Single by choice
Never marry, never ever divorce
Listen to the solitary voice
Tell you Im single by choice
I know what youre thinking
She cant be complete
til the right kind of man
Come sweep her off her feet
Well Ive been there before
Times four or times five
With the right kind of man
Barely made it out alive
Single by choice
Never marry, never ever divorce
Listen to the solitary voice
Tell you Im single by choice
Alone but not lonely
Never marry, never ever divorce
Listen to the solitary voice
Tell you Im single by choice
I know what youre thinking
She cant be complete
til the right kind of man
Come sweep her off her feet
Well Ive been there before
Times four or times five
With the right kind of man
Got love in my day
And I dont waste one moment
Wishing it awya
Single by choice, single by choice
Single by choice, single by choice
Single by choice
Never marry, never ever divorce
Listen to the solitary voice
Tell you Im single by choice
Single by choice, single by choice
Single by choice, single by choice
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Am I a Sinner or a Saint?
I will supply pure heroine
To all the hopheads on the street
And then the clean up will begin
I’ll rid the city of dead beats.
A drastic plan but effective.
The have free choice they need not use.
It is their choice to live or die.
I doubt that many will refuse.
Am I sinner or a saint?
to contemplate mass homicide
To rid the city of this taint.
It’s up to you, you must decide.
Am I murderer or not.
They choose to use what I supply
Some use a little some a lot.
Is it my fault if they all die.
I am the last man they’d expect
to even think of such a plan.
For after all who would suspect.
such tactics from a clergyman.
My plan proved to be a great success
The city streets are safer now.
I have some doubts I must confess.
But I feel justified some how.
I do believe in mans free will.
To choose to use or not use
A substance which will likely kill.
I don’t believe in drug abuse.
17/10/2009
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Moonlight and Poses
Sweet words can lead a girl astray.
Accept the fact that men will lie
You know full well the reason why.
Some men believe that if they try
a naïve girl might just give way
Sweet words can lead a girl astray
To men love is game they play
and so they lie to get their way.
Sweet words can lead a girl astray.
Any mature woman knows
that men are driven by their lust
and their sweet words you cannot trust.
The question which she has to pose
Is this a man who I can trust?
Any mature woman knows
There is no reason to adjust
what she believes unless she must.
Any mature woman knows
There comes a time she cant resist.
She knows she’s acting foolishly
but they surrender easily.
Because their libidos insist
they explore sexuality
There comes a time they can’t resist.
Deceptive moon light may assist
surrender of the chastity.
We should excuse them readily.
There comes a time they can’t resist.
They blame the moonlight and the man
deny responsibility
for their sexuality
Because they are quite sure they can
expect at least some sympathy.
They blame the moonlight and the man.
Perhaps I’m judging unfairly
but that is how it seems to me.
They blame the moonlight and the man.
It takes a woman and a man
a mutual complicity.
So neither one can be guilt free.
It has been so since time began
throughout recorded history.
It takes a woman and a man.
Theres little probability
that things will change foreseeably.
It takes a woman and a man.
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23/08/2009
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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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As ye sow so must ye reap
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.
An old adage which still applies today
You paid no heed although you had been warned
But you will learn there is a price to pay.
You chose to lie to satisfy your lust
You promised her complete fidelity
But then you shamelessly betrayed her trust.
Only a fool could fail to see that she.
Would feel she had the right to punish you.
But she was wise enough to know
that in due course you will receive your due.
Your many sins will not be allowed to go.
unpunished: You must suffer in your turn.
A lesson which philanderers all learn.
Friday,05 March 2010
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She guards the guardian Story poem
The dragon soars on silver wings
and as he flies the dragon sings.
Of where he’s been and what he’s done.
Since first he hatched beneath the sun
He can despite his mighty size,
dance in the air so gracefully
He is the focus of all eyes
His audience watch gratefully.
His singing voice a baritone.
He sings a love song to his mate
Condemned for now to wait alone.
The dragon’s flight decreed by fate.
A dragon’s task is to protect
And this is what he means to do
He does not know what to expect
But does as fate has bid him to
It might be just a false alarm.
Although he is prepared to fight
to shield his people from all harm
A sacred duty and a right.
He disappears into the blue
too high too far for us to see
And does what guardians have to do
He then returns triumphantly.
Another battle he has won.
Swiftly returns to join his mate.
He is a doughty champion
a fact that we appreciate.
Earth bound; again the dragon sings.
His vibrant tones rise to the skies
Enfold his mate within his wings.
She lies content with half closed eyes
He must renew his energy.
In case some challenge should arise.
She snuggles in contentedly.
The dragoness for she is wise.
He has his task and she has hers.
A joint responsibility
The dragoness knows what she prefers
to lie together quietly.
But she accepts without demur.
He has no choice but play his part.
She knows he will return to her.
She is the keeper of his heart.
09/07/2009
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