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Just Reward.

A calm exterior can conceal
The passions which exist below,
most human beings seldom show.
The depth and strength of what they feel

Which can lead to catastrophe.
When feelings exceed self control
somebody has to pay the toll.
When men react explosively

By anger driven we lash out.
Repressed resentment breaking free
both verbally and physically
at anyone who is about.

Beware the man who quietly
appears prepared to tolerate
your bullying.When it’s too late
you learn he won’t indefinitely.

Just what a quiet man can do
if he’s provoked sufficiently
he can react and violently.
His target one day may be you.

You’ve had your fun at his expense.
Exceeded your authority.
You cannot claim you are guilt free.
When he strikes back in self defence.

He broke your nose and blacked your eyes
A punishment long overdue
I’m backing him and sacking you.
Which should not come as a surprise.

There is no place in my employ
for those who won’t obey my rules
I have no time for Knaves or fools
who use their talents to destroy.

So clear your desk.Go quietly
You asked for all that you received
Your tale of woe was not believed
Although you thought that it would be.

You acted most improperly
I have no choice but fire you
and that is what I choose to do.
For misuse of authority.

14-Mar-09
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Repeat performance?

The peoples will deposed the Shah.
A lesson presidents should note.
Repression only goes so far.
If they suspect you rigged the vote.

They’ll bring you down eventually.
They have decided to protest.
Although you’re trying desperately.
You cannot quell the mass unrest

The people will not tolerate
such obvious dishonesty
and are prepared to demonstrate
their discontent but peacefully

If you persist in using force
to shore up your authority.
You leave them with no other course
but to react as violently.

So by the grace of Allah leave
before you foment civil war.
The people now do not believe
the words you utter any more.

17/06/2009
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Justifiable? ?

All men can gain the mark of Cain
If they’re provoked sufficiently.
Fury overcasts reasons reign
and he strikes out impulsively.
He kills almost by accident
There is no malice aforethought..
Does this still merit punishment?
Perhaps but of a different sort.
Unlike those men who kill for gain.
Sheer anger renders them insane.
I am quite sure most men could be
afflicted by insanity.
Protecting child hood innocence
from paedophiles. Needs no defence.

14-Sep-08
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Total Denial.

If the Messiah came again.
He would be certified insane.

Society could not possibly
allow him to preach and teach freely

I have no doubt he’d be confined
Because the powers that be would find.

That what he taught was dangerous
To every single one of us.

The rulers of the church and state
are not prepared to tolerate.

Any change to existing rules
which for years they’ve used as tools

To maintain the Status Quo
They do not want us all to know

They lack divine authority
They are not what they claim to be.

The guardians of morality
and keepers of the mystery.

They know the truth would set us free.
Of course they could not possibly.

Accept the fact that he might be
the ultimate authority.

They would decree that he must be
kept in protective custody.

No need for crucifixion.
Their method is a kinder one.

Keep him sedated constantly
which would work as effectively.

With no adverse publicity
Just dealt with bureaucratically.

We cannot say with certainty
The messiah is not presently.

Held in some institution
quite unknown to anyone.

Except perhaps the powers that be
Who act unjustly secretly.

08/08/2009

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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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A different song for Friend Howard

Highways, byways and motorways
are very much the same to me.
I much prefer the bridle ways
Those quiet lanes are traffic free.

I care not where the path may lead.
I stroll along at my own pace.
I’m free from any need for speed
I am quite happy to retrace

my steps. Should I mistake
the path I follow get it wrong
What does it matter if I take?
a shortcut which proves to be long.

I opted out of life’s rat race.
I am at no mans beck and call
I choose my way and choose my pace
and don’t regret my choice at all.

I live my life free from all stress
I only have myself to please.
No time constraints to cause distress.
I freed myself from that disease.

Time does not matter not to me
I thought it did but I was wrong.
At last I am completely free
To listen to a different song.

14-Nov-08

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Bidders Beware.

Bidders Beware.

A tiny lady, elderly
Quietly dressed in navy blue.
She’s not as she appears to be.
You may be forced to change your view.

She’s here to buy make no mistake
a regular at auction sales.
You can be sure she’s wide awake.
Extremely sharp she rarely fails.

To spot a bargain expertly.
She knows what she’s prepared to pay
and with her well tried strategy
She manages to pay her way.
She will emerge successfully
from her latest spending spree.

Friday,14 May 2010.
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Without fear or Favour

Without fear or favour

I see no need to demonstrate
that I wield greater powers than most.
A fact my friends appreciate
and enemies learn to their cost.

I use my powers selectively
Adhering to the right hand path
I am well versed in wizardry
and very seldom moved to wrath.

But I will punish the offence
of any black magician
armoured in false confidence.
Who tries to disregard the ban.

The first law taught to any mage
Thou shalt not use your power to hurt.
A rule renewed at every stage
from novice to the more expert.

As always there will be some fools
consumed by their own selfishness
Decide to ignore the lawful rules
and use their power to curse not bless.

I am the guardian of the law,
A duty I take seriously,
the purity of magic lore
must be maintained. I oversee

practitioners of every grade.
From novice to the fully fledged
To see the first law is obeyed
For magic power is double edged.

When used for good meets with success
but if used improperly.
Deserves and will receive no less
than the ultimate penalty.

I will destroy then utterly.
I have supreme authority
and each one knew the penalty
for using power wrongfully.

So make you choices carefully.
Obey the sacred oath you swore.
Or you must then answer to me
and I have heard it all before.

There’s no excuse that you can make
I will erase you from the roll.
You have to pay for your mistake.
May god have mercy on your soul.

19-Aug-08

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Unexpected Elegance for M lady Dee Daffodil

Once I met a well known poet.
He was dressed conservatively
I was surprised but did not show it.
He was not as I thought he would be.

Noted for eccentricity.
In his writing, Avant Garde.
I thought he’d dress outrageously
and I found it rather hard

to accept he was so clean and neat
and not all as I had thought.
A country gentleman complete.
Another lesson life has taught.

A plain exterior can conceal
a mind which thinks chaotically
that’s not reluctant to reveal
a hatred of normality.

Which he attacks with savagery
disregarding all the rules.
Stating unconcernedly
Conformings’s for unthinking fools.

I had expected flamboyance
but I was wrong as usual
his understated elegance.
He made appear quite natural

His mode of dress serves to conceal,
but then he states his point of view..
He sees no reason to reveal
himself until he chooses to

A more effective camouflage
which well conceals his anarchy
Which fools most people by and large.
I must confess that he fooled me..

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A New Eden

This world’s a paradise again.
The race of man has been erased.
Replaced by beings far more sane
than humankind was as a race.

A warlike and pugnacious breed.
Who would not live by Natures rules.
has been wiped out root, branch and seed.
Ma Nature has no time for fools.

She warned mankind time and again
That they must change their ways or die
they treated warnings with disdain
Because they saw no reason why

They should not seek to dominate
.Impose their will by use of force
Did not accept until too late.
That humankind had run its course.

Another failed experiment
Which Mother Nature brings to a close.
It did not work as it was meant.
As damage to the planet shows

It will take time to recreate
Conditions as they ought to be.
Now Mother Nature’s cleaned the slate.
She can react quite ruthlessly.

1-Oct-08

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Time out. for M lady Denise Bekker

The fountain murmurs quietly,
in the rose garden in the sun.
A haven of serenity
where I relax when work is done.
Inhale the perfume thankfully
It serves to calm my troubled mind.
This is a special place to me.
The only place where I can find
the peace I need to meditate.
Unwind after a busy day
and let the perfumes permeate.
To soothe me in their subtle way.
The fountain murmurs quietly,
its gentle song entrancing me.

Wednesday,09 June 2010-06-09
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The only Way to go.

Some choose to grow old quietly
but others take a different view.
They chose to live disgracefully.

Why should you give up having fun.
Because you’ve reached a certain age.
There are still things you haven’t done.

You want to do before you die
Though your time may be limited.
You see no reason not to try

To make your madcap dreams come true.
Why should you sit and vegetate
as other folks expect you to.

You are the captain of your fate.
So you can do what you want to.
Tomorrow may be far too late.

So do it now immediately.
Regardless of the consequence.
What does it matter anyway?

Society may not agree.
You have the right to your own view
Choose to act disgracefully.

You’ll find that life is much more fun
than sitting watching the T.V.
Show the world you’re still someone

Seize every opportunity
that life’s prepared to offer you.
To shock your neighbours thoroughly.

They choose to sit and wait to die.
You choose to do the opposite.
You won’t surrender easily/

But fight until your final breath
because it is your nature to
Although you know you can’t beat death.

You know that one day you must die
but until then you choose to live
Just as you wish disgracefully.

01/09/09
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Do Not Change

Divine objects don’t change the quality
It is their inherent and known ability
Fire can burn and destroy
At the same time important means to employ

Water is so much essential for life and necessity
Air can add more woes and destroy your ability
Some of the objects are of eternal nature
They are not seen physically but help man kind to cater

We are full of negative qualities
No one can offer full sureties
Anger is prevalent in all the human beings
Not in any shape but can be visibly seen when anger sounds

Smiles can make all that difference
It can make life time relation at once
Bitterness may disappear in fraction of seconds
Yet that form of bitterness is never seen at the end

Human nature is linked to divine objects
Some of the things are angrily reacted
The rain God offer shower when heat waves are on rampage
Offer cool atmosphere before it causes heavy damage

All human being differ with temperament
They may be guided by critical moments
Some of them may quietly wait for heat to cool down
Some of them may react angrily with face heavily frowned

All such things are not seen but experienced
They are avoided but interest is not evinced
All possible forms are acknowledged
But efficiently later on managed

So it is in built in all the creations
Whether be it with divine or human actions
We may endure its impact but will not see
As we may feel cool under the big tree

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Absolute truth.

We die a little every day.
Commencing with our first drawn breath.
It's what we learn along the way.
Prepares us to accept that Death.

Is not the end though we don't know.
What happens when we cease to breathe
Or where we are supposed to go.
Why is it that we choose to grieve?

When a loved one goes on ahead.
Perhaps we ought to celebrate
that they are free, but choose instead
To weep and wail and rail at fate.

When I die don't cry for me.
Instead be glad that I broke free.
You can be sure you'll follow me
As all must die eventually.

No one escapes this world alive
There's nothing we can do or say.
No matter how hard we may strive.
To alter this in any way.

Sunday,12 February 2012
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Tonight could be the last you see!

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The night is not my enemy.When darkness falls it sets me free.
Thanks to my night adapted eyes.I take my victims by surprise.
Young healthy girls preferably, each one is chosen carefully
It is their choice to walk alone before I claim for my own
I drain their blood efficiently ‘til I have fed sufficiently
Although I know there’s sure to be a hue and cry to search for me
By the time that they are found I will have safely gone to ground
To where my coffin waits for me. I sleep peacefully
Until the sun sets in the west then I resume my nightly quest.
I stalk the city stealthily and find fresh victims easily.
Although the old legends persist they don’t believe vampires exist.
Until the night they catch my eye.Then they believe before they die.
I have to kill to satisfy the burning thirst I can’t deny
I do not slay for cruelty.I need their blood to sustain me
I am as I was meant to be. The predator you do not see
until the night you meet your fate. You may not have too long to wait
It could be you I choose tonight to satisfy my appetite.
If you are wise you’ll stay indoor, safe from night prowling predators.
I don’t suppose you’ll pay much heed. Humans are a stubborn breed

Sunday,07 March 2010.
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Time to be,

Steal away quietly meditate
You can spare time enough. For a while
silently hide away. Contemplate
who you are, what you are thoroughly.
You may find peace of mind, leave behind
the pressures and distress easily.
All you need to succeed is concede.
You can fly if you try earnestly.
You will see, you can be really free.

12/07/2009
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Silent Eloquence for M lady Dee Daffodil

They say dead men do not tell tales.
This once was true but not today
Forensic science rarely fails.
Technology has shown the way.

We re-examine evidence
long thought to be of little use.
Our scrutiny is so intense,
that criminals are bound to lose.

Although they think they’re free and clear.
No one can tie them to their crime,
we’re dogged and we persevere.
We do not rush, we take our time.

Some criminals who still walk free
will soon discover that we can
prove their guilt indisputably.
In variably we get our man.

We have the latest gadgetry
we can recover D.N.A
from tiny fragments easily.
Eventually then you will pay.

The full price for your evil deed
although you think you’ve got away.
We will persist til we succeed.
We’re on your track and there we’ll stay.

We’ll forge a chain of evidence
that proves your guilt beyond all doubt
Then you will pay for your offence.
As in due course you will find out.

When you are brought before the court
No doubt you will plead not guilty.
You aren’t as clever as you thought.
You thought you’d got away Scott free.

Although Dame Justice may be blind.
She is prepared to listen to
any evidence we can find.
That pins the blame squarely on you..

Dead men can speak eloquently
and do when we investigate
assisted by technology
You can’t escape it is too late.

23-Jan-09

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Shadow Dancers for M 'lady Amy

The shadow which throughout the day
have hidden quietly away.
In nooks and crannies which they know
Day is their time for lying low.

When darkness falls come out to play.
Although the sunlight rules the day.
The silver moon’s in charge by night
and she has granted them the right.

To freely frolic through the night
they do not fear her gentle light.
Though when the sunrise lights the skies.
They hide again if they are wise.

Perhaps the sleep all through the day
I do not know I cannot say.
I only know it’s my delight
to see the shadows dance at night.

They can appear and disappear
but they are far too fast I fear.
For human eyes to clearly see
the shadows dancing gracefully.

Our eyes accustomed to the light
don’t work efficiently at night.
Though sometimes watching quietly
You see them dancing silently.

17-Jan-09

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Confession is good for the soul.

Canonised and sanitised.
The Vatican has changed its mind
Australian saint is recognised.

She blew the whistle long ago
Exposed a priestly paedophile.
Was she believed/Oh dear me no

Excommunicated, cast out
Because dared to speak the truth.
but times have changed and banished doubt..

The Vatican was in the wrong
protecting priestly paedophiles.
So now they sing a different song

The pontiff and the prelates know.
they have been caught committing crimes
Fresh scandals adding to their woe.

Reducing their authority.
Because they can no longer
hide behind facades of piety

So they create another saint
Too little and to late by far.
The church cannot escape the taint.

Perhaps it’s time to change the rules.
Why should a priest be celibate?
The general public are not fools.

I think the pontiff must accept
They got very badly wrong
When they decided to protect

The pervert priest from punishment.
Interfering with the laws
meant to protect the innocent

I do not think they can regain
the trust they secretly betrayed
Although they’ll try doubts will remain..

I’m sure the victims won’t forget
Nor do I think they will forgive
The church must recognise the debt.

And pay hard cash to compensate
The victims for their suffering
Again too little and too late.

If they had acted honestly.
They would not be in such a mess.
But sadly they chose secrecy

Wednesday,20 October 2010
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Intellectual Property

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The copyright belongs to me.
Which I can prove quite easily
If you attempt to plagiarise.
You might well find to your surprise.
I will not hesitate to sue.
So think again before you do.
You will not get away scott free.
You cannot steal my property.
Such theft incurs a penalty
The Law provides a remedy
for those who claim dishonestly
that they have written it not me.
Are you prepared to pay the price
or wise enough to heed advice.

30/06/2009
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Who goes there? for friend Thad

By the rosy light of dawn.
A squirrel chatters noisily
as if his duty is to warn.
a task which takes seriously
He warns them all that draw near.
Although in fact I mean no harm
Wild creatures swiftly disappear
in response to his shrill alarm.
They can’t afford to take the chance
so they react instinctively
The price of life is vigilance
and that is why I seldom see
Wild creatures who quite naturally
conceal themselves and hide from me.

20/04/2009
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