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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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Case Hardened for Joe Poewhit

A macho man must strut his stuff.
Because he lacks the sense to see
That any man who’s man enough
Can let his feelings show freely
Secure in his identity
He does not care what other say
about his masculinity.
He chooses to go his own way.
But macho men feel they must hide
behind a shield of bravado
But deep inside they’re terrified
that other people get to know.
Their attitude is self defence
their bravado is all pretence

Sunday,17 January 2010
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A wish come true, unexpectedly

A wish come true unexpectedly

A dismal dank December day.
The kind of day I’d rather stay
inside beside my fireside.

I have no choice although I know
my journey will be long and slow.
The fog is very thick outside.

I must drive very carefully
because I can’t see properly.
Not looking forward to the ride.

The fog’s too thick so I decide
I will turn back, go back inside.
Phone up to say I have tried

Say that the fog is far too dense
The worst in my experience.
Although I do my best to hide.

The satisfaction that I feel
I need not slide behind the wheel
But sit beside my fireside.

On this dismal December day
I cannot go so I must stay
warm and comfortable inside.

I’m sure they’ll manage without me.
I do not feel at all guilty.
My excuse can be verified.

Friday,11 December 2009
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Grin and Tonic for M 'lady Marilyn

I sometimes have a jaundiced view
when I survey the world today.
I have to pause and look anew
to try to see a different way.
It all depends on upon my mood.
The way in which I choose to see
and my prevailing attitude.
So in the end it’s down to me.
I wear an artificial smile
which will conceal the way I feel.
But oddly in a little while
I find my smile becoming real.
What I pretended has come true.
It works for me: why mot for you.

01/05.2009
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Que Sera, Sera for M lady Ann Beard

Sometimes I see beyond the veil
As through a frosted window pane.
I try my best to no avail.
The vision fades, won’t come again.
I can’t control it purposively
that is beyond my meagre skill.
Although I see what is to be.
I cannot choose to see at will.
Sometimes I know but dare not say.
Someone is facing tragedy,
I hold my tongues as is my way.
Although I suffer silently.
I cannot alter Fate’s decree.
That which I see must come to be.

14-May-08

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Well suited

I feel no need to power dress
No longer trying to impress.
My style today is casual

What you see is what you get
and I confess to no regret.
Today I can be comfortable/

I need not wear a shirt and tie
and try to act impressively.
I find it rather comical.

When I observe young men today
trying hard to make their way.
It’s not at all unusual.

For them to think they know it all
But pride oft goes before a fall
and sadly that is typical

When we are young we foolishly
we must dress fashionably
So that we seem acceptable.

Now that I’m old I do not care
If no one likes the clothes I wear
I dress to suit myself not you
it is my right and so I do.

25-Mar-09

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Malapropisms

I love the antics of semantics.
Although sometimes I’m driven frantic
by words used inappropriately.
A sight I all too often see.

When people try to demonstrate
their vocabulary is first rate.
Like Mrs Malaprop confused.
They do not know the words they’ve used

merely display their ignorance.
A most unhappy circumstance
Their efforts to impress must fail
Misusing words to no avail.

Better stick to words you know,
plain simple words which surely show.
You can express your point of view
in terms appropriate to you.

A single word serves just as well
as any polysyllable.
It seems to me it’s plain to see
simplicity aids clarity.

7-Jul-08
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Today My Problems Seem To Control Me

i don't really know how i'm feeling,
i guess i feel alittle numb,
i don't really care if i feel anything,
i feel like if i do feel,
things will come up,
that will be sooo hard to handle,
i don't really want that right now,
i don't need that,
everyday i wish i had normal problems,
i wonder if that boy liked me,
i wonder if i will get a A on a test,
what should i wear tomorrow?
these little things that seem soo big to others,
seem so little to me,
i'm more concerned about,
will my actions i choose today,
bring flashbacks to come flooding back?
will all of these worries,
just bring me to not even give it a try,
will i continue to fall down a hole,
that have no way out,
at times i think i over think alot,
but over thinking makes me feel safe,
if i were to jump,
i need a safety net to catch me,
it just how i been,
i require more safety than most,
but i believe it has to do with my past,
i didn't have that protection,
during a certain time in my childhood,
becuz of that,
i believe just the little things can hurt,
i was lied to, betrayed, and lost a part of myself,
it no wonder i have days,
where i just don't want to feel,
all i want to do is hide,
hide from the hurt,
hide from my triggers that bring these unwanted feelings,
who would want to live in a world of pain?
not me, but tomorrow i feel i have to put on a brave face,
walk in a world pretending to be living,
it's a hard mask to put on,
but i feel it what the world want to see.

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I can.

Inverted hexaduadad.

I can
choose to be a man.
Stand tall upon my own two feet
Or to retreat.
The choice is up to me.
Though not quite free
I can’t refuse
I am compelled to choose.
What shall I do.
I will not change my view
I will be the best man
I can.

Saturday,10 July 2010
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Poetpower

Poetpower

Poets are a necessity
as every thinking person knows.
The conscience of society.
Who else but poets dare to pose.
Hard questions to the powers that be
which they could answer if they chose.
Instead of imposed secrecy.
Which gives us reason to suppose.

That they have something to conceal.
So we suspect dishonesty.
Our probing questions will reveal
it’s mainly inefficiency.
Which does not alter how we feel.
If the admitted openly
The problems which they now conceal
We’d listen sympathetically.

Instead of treating us like fools.
Who have no right or need to know
They hide behind their book of rules
try to maintain the status quo
We poets use our words as tools
to prove to them it isn’t so
for public tolerance soon cools.
A truth they do not seem to know.

01/05/2009
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Our Masks

We all wear masks to hide
our feelings from fleeing outside.
Sadness from years gone by
are masked with jubilant joy,
heartaches that we feel inside
are masked with a smile.

We mask all the emotions
we don’t want the world to see
we hide them behind
the opposite emotion
of that we really feel
in hoping they will help.

Every emotion has an opposite
and it is these we hide behind.
When our troubles
and tears overflow,
we turn to our masks
for something to wear.

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Who are you Really? for nellas Elendil

There are questions which we must ask
and answers we must try to find
Sometimes it seems a thankless task.
We all have masks we hide behind.

Although I think that I know you.
I only know what you will show.
I must confess I’m guilty too
some things I will not let you know.

Our public personality
is tailored so that we conform.
Far from the true reality
which is quite different from the norm.

Why are we so afraid to be
ourselves in any circumstance.
I’m too afraid to let you see
just who I am. Daren’t take the chance.

I wearmy mask as you wear yours
whilst wondering what lies behind.
Small talk and social intercourse
we both engage in whilst still blind.

Suspicion guides our every move.
We are afraid we may not be
the kind of person you could love
and so we suffer needlessly.

Remove your mask and I will too
Deal with each other openly
theres nothing else that we can do
which will prove satisfactory.

14-May-08
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Reciprocity for Friend Thad

My image as a macho man.
Depends on leathers and tattoos
but if you choose to you can
see below the surface view.

The image you choose to project.
Serves the same purpose to protect,
the inner you from public view
You only show what you choose.

We all select a mask to wear
because we simply do not dare,
Display our insecurity
for each and everyone to see,

It’s not an easy thing to do.
But I can learn to remove the mask
when you have proved I can trust you
and answer all you care to ask.

But dare you do the same for me
and show you trust me equally.
Because my friend until you do
I cannot place my trust in you.

8-Aug-08

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It could be for C.P Sharma

We search for truth but would we know
if our quest met with success
Perhaps truth changes as we grow.
We can’t be sure so we must guess.

Maybe there is no absolute
unchanging truth that’s permanent.
So we adopt beliefs to suit
whatever seems convenient

That’s fits in with what we think we know.
Because we fail to recognise
What we’ve been taught my not be so.
Though in due course we realise.

The quest fir truth which we pursue
would seem to be man’s destiny.
Its something we were born to do.
To search for truth continually

Although it seems illogical
I offer you this theory
The truth is something personal.
My truth only applies to me.

Your truth is only true for you.
It’s just another theory
I have no way to prove it true.
although it could be possibly.

26/04/2009
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Beyond our ken for M'lady Francesca

Mans boundless curiosity
is not and will never be
satisfied sufficiently

He can’t accept the status quo
There is so much he wants to know
He is obsessed and can’t let go

He seeks for knowledge constantly
but is not wise enough to see.
There is no end there cannot be.

Compelled by curiosity
Inventing new technology
to try and solve the mystery

Of who and what and why he’s here.
But he is doomed to fail I fear.
New questions constantly appear.

The more he learns the less he knows
Although his stock of knowledge grows
His understanding of it slows.

The mind of man can’t comprehend
The quest for knowledge has no end.
We fool ourselves if we pretend.

That there is nothing else to find
and everything has been defined.
A fact to which I am resigned.

Though I’ll continue to pursue
each and every smallest clue.
I have no choice I’m compelled to.

Sunday,18 July 2010
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Fixed routine.

I always choose to take this way
This quiet path leads to my door,
Today as every other day.

I have no fear that I may stray.
I see no reason to explore.
I always choose to take this way.

Here sun and shadow interplay
Creating shapes not seen before.
Today as every other day.

The song thrush sings his roundelay.
I feel my jaded spirits soar
I always choose to take this way.

Though I could choose another way
I am aware of two or more.
Today as every other day.

It adds some pleasure to my day
a feeling I have known before.
I always choose to take this way
Today as every other day.

Wednesday,10 November 2010
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Interdependence for MY Lady Irene

I go where my lady goes.
Because I need her I suppose
I need her more than she needs me.
Though doubtless she would not agree.
Where she is you will find me
because that’s where I want to be.
We have achieved togetherness
Our partnerships a great success
For I need her and she needs me
for us it works efficiently
A mutual dependency which binds
us but still leaves us free.
To act as independently
as we feel any need to be.

4-Aug-08

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Ageless Beauty for M lady Ernestine

True beauty lies beneath the skin.
It’s not something for surface show.
A quality which lies within
but others can bask in its glow.

Some beauty fades as years pass by.
No matter how hard you may fight
to hide the signs you can’t deny
True beauty shines through ever bright.

True beauty is not visible
but rather something which you feel.
Something which makes you comfortable
the passing years can never steal.

True beauty thinks of others first
and offers love without reserve.
As a cool drink will quench our thirst
it gives us more than we deserve.

True beauty is a quality
which lasts until the day you die.
A precious gift that’s given free
which no amount of cash can buy.

Beauty is skin deep so they say.
Of mere good looks that is quite true.
Youthful prettiness fades away
but inner beauty still shines through.

23-Jun-08

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Delayed Reaction for M'lady Tara

The grey dawn breaks over the sea
I watch and wonder wearily,
Why is it when I close my eyes?
Then sudden storms of thoughts arise.
Ideas that circle ceaselessly
disturbing my serenity.
I try to sleep to no avail my
my every effort doomed to fail
Yet when my clock emits its beep.
My mind decides it’s time to sleep.
But I can’t sleep its time to rise
and face the day with bleary eyes.
I do not know why this should be.
Can anyone enlighten me?

20-Aug-08

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Moon dancer 2009

Beneath the moon alone I dance
to music only I can hear
Though other folk may look askance
and turn away to hide their fear.

They fear me ‘ cos I don’t conform
to any rule they recognise.
The say I’m mad when I perform
my shuffling dance beneath the skies

I may be mad but I am free,
more free than they will ever be.
For what they see as sanity
a subtle form of slavery.

They must conform to some set norm.
They are afraid of liberty.
Their life a role which they perform
albeit most reluctantly.

Until the pressure got to me
I used to be a college grad.
A nervous breakdown set me free.
Insanity is not too bad.

I dance alone beneath the moon
to music no one else can hear.
I caper to a lilting tune
My dancing drives away my fear.

Sometimes I can talk lucidly
and demonstrate intelligence
But all too soon the clarity
fades into incoherence.

I do no harm to anyone.
I represent no threat at all
But peoples fears still linger on
which they conceal behind a wall.

Pretending they’re indifferent
They do not try to understand
the reason I am different
They just dismiss me out of hand.

I am obsessed compelled to dance
to every moonlight rhapsody.
Recovery, there’s little chance.
Please show a little sympathy.

It could be you instead of me.
That’s forced to dance beneath the moon
to some compelling melody.
Believe me it could happen soon.

You are compelled to seek success.
The stresses grow too hard to bear
and all your efforts to impress
dissipate into thin air.

Then you will learn to be like me
Free from all the stress and strain
escape into insanity
Because you overstrained your brain..

04/06/2009
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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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