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Karma

To sleep, perchance to dream and wake no more
I know I have to stay but long to go
and leave behind me all my cares and woe
Back to where I have often been before.
A place of rest in which I can restore
my weary spirit easily I know.
In soft green meadows where the waters flow
and work out what the future holds in store.

I must return I’ve lesson yet to learn
I am sure that death is not the end
but just another step along the way
Towards perfection for which I yearn.
Each wrongful action which I can’t defend
I know that I must suffer in my turn.

31-May-08

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Unmet Need or M' lady Tara

I know not that for which I yearn
But know my life is incomplete,
At night I lie and toss and turn
But always I meet with defeat.

Sometimes my heart will miss a beat.
I know not that for which I yearn
A malady I cannot treat
Sometimes it goes but will return.

Perhaps in due course I will learn
What I must know to be complete.
I know not that for which I yearn
Until I know I can’t compete.

So like an echo I repeat
What must I do to earn
full forgiveness for my deceit
I know not that for which I yearn.

1-Jul-08

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Unmet Need

I know not that for which I yearn
But know my life is incomplete,
At night I lie and toss and turn
But always I meet with defeat.

Sometimes my heart will miss a beat.
I know not that for which I yearn
A malady I cannot treat
Sometimes it goes but will return.

Perhaps in due course I will learn
What I must know to be complete.
I know not that for which I yearn
Until I know I can’t compete.

So like an echo I repeat
What must I do to earn
full forgiveness for my deceit
I know not that for which I yearn.

1-Jul-08

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Passive Resistance.

Beneath the sky, the restless sea
Was lapping at the shingle shore.
As it had often done before.
The shingle resists stubbornly.
It won't surrender easily.
And when tide ebbs will restore
The pebbles from its endless store.
Kept in reserve permanently.
The shingle beach lies passively
The sea is forced to come and go.
Although it act aggressively
When the tide is in full flow.
It will retreat reluctantly
When tidal energy runs low.

Wednesday,29 February 2012
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Perchance to dream for friend thad

I dreamt or maybe dreamt I dreamt.
A lucid dream I could control,
in which I thought I would attempt
to contact my immortal soul.

I moved up to a higher plane.
Which I accomplished easily.
I thought perhaps that I could gain.
Some knowledge relevant to me.

I met myself and face to face
we could converse quite naturally.
Discussed the trials I must face
This seemed quite logical to me.

Was it a dream? I can’t be sure
I only know it seemed to be.
Somehow it served to reassure
me that all is as it ought to be.

Was it a dream or possibly
an altered state of consciousness.
A different reality
It could be either one I guess.

What does it matter anyway.
A dream may have reality
which we perceive a different way.
When viewed imaginatively.

Imagination is the key
which opens portals we can pass
in spirit form so easily
But must return too soon alas.

I dreamt or maybe dreamt I dreamt
a lucid dream I could control.
Perchance I failed in my attempt.
Not ready yet to be made whole.

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Lady in waiting.2011

I live alone, my family
and all my friends are long since gone.
There’s no one left who cares for me.
Others have problems of their own.
I’ve had my share of happiness
and known the depths of misery.
My life now seems to matter less.
So I am waiting patiently.
For death to come and set me free.
Each night I pray I will not wake..
I think that death’s forgotten me
just overlooked me by mistake.
I’d welcome death quite happily
but even deaths abandoned me.

Friday,18 February 2011
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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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Prophecy for M lady Lucianne

The moon is blue to suit my mood. I’m missing you I knew I would.
My love for you is deep and true but there is little I can do.
I cannot make you want to stay. So I will send you on your way.
I’ll paste a smile upon my face and hope that it will stay in place
until you disappear from view. You have a dream you must pursue.
Whilst I must wait and hope and pray, you will return to me one day.
Perhaps in time you’ll come to know there was no need for you to go.
When you have slaked your wanderlust and found nobody you can trust.
Maybe your thoughts will turn to me; I’ll still be waiting patiently.
I am quite certain you will come back to where you’re always welcome.
By then my love you’re sure to know. I loved enough to let you go.
What had the world to offer you? No one could love you like I do
Now you are home you will remain I will not let you go again.
You had your dream and I had mine. Your dream is dead you must share mine.
Together we’ll find happiness I know we will it’s not a guess.

27-Jan-09

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Do I dream or am I dreamt?

Do I dream or am I dreamt?

Surrealistic landscapes can
appear to be reality.
Scenes never seen by any man.
I can imagine easily.
Strange planets occupied
by aliens hostile to men
At other times I’m satisfied
to see the mountains once again.
I’m in control I can dictate
exactly what I wish to see.
I only need to concentrate
and set my questing spirit free.
When I dream I dream lucidly
unless someone is dreaming me.

02/09/2009
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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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Thankless Task.

Thankless Task.

Death never takes a holiday.
He has too long a waiting list.
He has to work twelve hours a day.
Because we humans will persist.

In fighting wars for no good cause.
We cannot learn to live in peace
We always think that sheer brute force
Will overcome our enemies..

It seems that we will never learn
violence begets violence
and hatred will hatred return
We seem bereft of moral sense.

When friendship can pay dividends.
Why human beings choose to fight
Make enemies instead of friends.
When they could do the opposite,

Death never takes a holiday.
Although really needs a rest..
He has to work twelve hours a day.
He has good reason to protest.

Perhaps when the last man dies.
Then death can take a holiday.
He will rejoice at our demise.
And who could blame him anyway.

Thursday,25 March 2010
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Your Place

I awaken-- in the soft darkness.
Alone-- but yet not lonely,
Your place --beside me in our bed
Is filled-- with memories of you
Only-- you of all women could
With--your constancy leave such sweet
Memories-- that comfort me still.

13-Dec-08
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Needs Must

I am awoken by a need
My bladder signals urgently
you must make haste there’s need for speed
No sleep until you empty me.
I rise from bed reluctantly
as fast as aged joints permit.
Go to the bathroom where I pee.
Then when I have accomplished it
go back to bed and try to sleep.
I usually manage easily
I see no need for counting sheep
Quite soon I’m sleeping peacefully
I am quite old and I expect
its something which I must accept.

24-Jan-09
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Harsh Reality for M 'lady Fay

Although I truly empathise
with your desire to fantasise.
It is my task to emphasise.

Although you day dream happily
escaping from reality
Your must return eventually.

There is one rule all must obey
although you would much rather stay.
Your fantasies must fade away.

You know that what I say is true.
Although your job is boring you.
It’s something that you have to do.

So save your dreams for when you sleep
and have no deadlines you must keep.
If you do not the price is steep.

You will get fired right away
you’ll have no job and get no pay
But you’ll be free to dream all day.

If you are wise you’ll listen to
the sound advice I’m giving you
and do what you are paid to do.

You cannot live on fantasies
you have to pay for groceries.
That’s one of life’s realities.

22-Dec-08

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Tourist not Tuareg

I have visited the lands
where no sign of green is seen
I have walked the desert sands
where the Nomads roam between

the oases which they know
Secrets that they do not tell.
As they wander to and fro
by hidden ways from well to well.

I don’t know how they navigate
A total mystery to me
but I can appreciate.
They see signs I do not see.

Adapted to their habitat,
they have learned to live an thrive
They deserve respect for that
ability to survive.

I am glad I can return
to my own green fertile country.
Leave behind the sands which earn
A lasting place in memory.

23-May-08

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Here and Now for M 'lady Ernestine

I know a bank beside a stream.
Whereon the shy white violets grow
An Ideal place to sit and dream.

At least I know it used to be
but nothing ever stays the same
The world is changing constantly.

You can’t return to yesterday.
Though if you try then you will find
there is a price which you must pay.

If you are wise just stay away
retain your cherished memories.
It’s very different there today.

I could not even find the stream.
Instead a clutch of bungalows,
A cheap and nasty housing scheme.

I came away without delay.
I left as quickly as I could.
My cherished dreams in disarray.

I was a fool I should have known.
You can’t return to yesterday.
Far better leave the past alone.

Concentrate on the here and now
Where you can wield some influence
if circumstances will allow.

08/08/2009
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Fare you well

Fly free proud spirit on your way.
Towards the truth you sought to find,
No need to tarry or delay.
You know I’ll follow on behind.

The bonds of love death cannot break
For love will last eternally.
We’ll meet again make no mistake.
I will rejoin you presently.

We’ve lived and loved and died before.
I have no doubt we will again.
Each life we learn a little more
although each parting is a pain.

With my blessings go your way
until my call comes I must stay.

22/04/2009
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Dreamscape reality for Friend Thad

Some think Sci Fi is fantasy
which could become reality.
For it has proved so in the past
technology develops fast.

The far fetched tales of yesterday
are merely common place today.
Maybe in the next century
then men will travel easily.

To places we imagine now
although I cannot forecast how.
But until then we settle for
the time to dream and dream some more

of worlds we think that we create.
Who knows what wonder still await
what other treasures we may find
When we choose to leave behind

the world we know and simply go
into a heightened mental state
In which we can appreciate
That things aren’t always as they seem.

So just relax my friends and dream.
No matter how improbable.
Or how silly it may seem
Believing makes it possible.

17-Jul-08
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Tried and Tested

My pencil holds a multitude
of varied possiblities.
Which I accept with gratitude
I grasp the opportunities

To write my thoughts in black and white
on any subject that I choose.
Expressing sorrow or delight
enabling me to share my views

With other poets on the net.
Who also share their thoughts with me
although in fact we have not met.
The common bond is poetry.

I am old fashioned proud to use
The simplest of technology.
A pencil is the tool I choose
it helps my thoughts flow easily.

I don’t compose on my P.C.
Though I suppose I should learn to.
I’d rather scribble happily
in pencil as I usually do.

24/06/2009
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Dancing Words for Friend Mark Slaughter

There’s more to writing poetry,
than choosing your words carefully.
Selecting words you know will rhyme.
You must consider too the time
the beat your words will be dancing to
In just the way you want them too
.The rhythm furnished by the meter
helps your words to flow much sweeter.
The basic rules you have to learn
so you can teach them in your turn
To other poets who are new
and do not know as much as you.
The feedback which you will receive
will satisfy you I believe.

3-Mar-09
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Solace For M lady Helen Unknown

The surging tides that ebb and flow
I watch them come I watch them go.

The rolling waters of the sea,
have freedom now denied to me.
But she still calls me constantly.

My only mistress was the sea
‘til I asked you to marry me.
The only way you would agree
I must say farewell to the sea.

I turned my back upon the sea
settled ashore reluctantly.
My love for you has anchored me.
You feared it understandably
but I still miss her terribly.

I watch the boats go out to sea
where in my heart I long to be.
I’ve done all that you asked of me
.Its only when we disagree
That I come here unhappily
to seek the solace of the sea.

10-Apr-08
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