Lament of a filing clerk.
Another day draws to its close.
A boring day like yesterday.
Much like tomorrow I suppose.
Each and every day the same.
I go to work from nine to five
The boredom starts when I arrive.
I hardly know that I'm alive
Each and every day the same
Though I' well paid for what I do
I would like to try something new.
A day dream which will not come true
.Each and every day the same.
I'd like to change but dare not try.
I'll be nobody ‘til I die.
26/02/2012
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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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Out of your rut! !
Sometimes a change of circumstance
which seems to be a tragedy.
Turns out to be a second chance
to take you where you ought to be.
Your firm decides it must downsize,
your job amongst the first to go.
Although you’re taken by surprise.
You know you set your sights too low
You have no choice but to review
the reasons that you chose to stay
In a job which offered you
nothing but boredom day by day.
Redundancy may prove to be
to your advantage in the end.
You must examine thoroughly
the options which you have my friend
Accept responsibility
Decide just what you want to do
and then go on triumphantly
You can make all your dreams come true.
14/05/2009
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The Daily Round.
The grey dawn breaks and I awake,
slowly and reluctantly.
A wash and shave is all it takes
for me to wake up properly.
I get dressed automatically
in preparation for the day.
But first I need some fresh coffee
before I plunge into the fray.
The household chores which must be done,
although I did them yesterday
But yesterday’s already gone
and tomorrow is on its way.
the household tasks always remain
and every day need done again.
Friday,29 January 2010
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Boyhood Dreams.
Boyhood dreams.
You were.
My dream come true
To you I am the boy next door.
Although I’d like to be much more
I dare
not voice my love.
I am afraid you’d laugh at me.
So I must worship secretly
Your smile
can make my day.
You speak to me but I’m too shy
A stumble over my reply
Although
I think you know
That I am in love with you
You also know it isn’t true
But you
Choose to pretend
you do not know although you do
There’s nothing else that you can do.
You do.
What you think best.
Now I am older I can see
That you were very kind to me.
You could
have ignored me.
But you did not you really tried
To let me keep my boyish pride.
Intact
To interact
With me in such a gentle way
Which I remember still today
My thanks
Are due to you.
As I matured I found new dreams
That may come true or so it seems.
Saturday,05 November 2011
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Dream images can change.
Dream images can change.
She had a picture in her mind.
Of the man she hoped to find.
Someone that she could look up to.
Such was her dream although she knew.
That girlish dreams rarely come true
But she still hoped that hers might do.
There was no way she could foresee.
She would be married happily
To a man who could not be.
More different in every way
From her dream man of yesterday
But Mother Nature likes to play.
The little tricks which she employs
To bring together girls and boys.
A favourite game which she enjoys.
When she decides the time is right
All youthful dreams are put to flight.
You see things in a different light.
One day you will meet someone new.
Some man you are attracted to
Destined to fall in love with you..
I have no doubt that he dreamt too
About a girl quite unlike you.
But you met as you were meant to.
And fell in love it’s nothing new.
Though youthful dreams do not come true.
They are replaced by dreams that do.
Thursday,01 December 2011
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Eureka! Todays Idiocy.
He stands alone, he has B.O
He has no friends to let him know.
He is supremely ignorant
that he needs a deodorant.
He does not wish to be alone.
But sadly he has never known.
The fact that he smells so bad
If he was told he would be glad.
To take a bath. use aftershave
in short become a willing slave.
But no one dare get close enough
to tell him all about such stuff.
He stands alone he has B.O.
how very sad he does not know
.26/10/2009
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Incomprehensible for friend Chandra
Some say there’s only energy
vibrating differentially.
It’s all illusion that we see.
This idea really baffles me
This point of view is nothing new
the eastern mystics thought so too.
If it is true then it would seem
that everybody shares one dream.
Which seems to me illogical.
I find it rather comical
Hilarious in the extreme.
Some one or something has to dream.
Without a dreamer there could be
no dream; It follows logically.
Friday,11 December 2009
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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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Borrowed Time
His life is drawing to its close.
He has lived past three score and ten
and has no reason to suppose
That he should know the how and when.
He is not ready yet to go
his life is full of interest
Although his pace of life is slow
he has retained his youthful zest.
Now often plagued by aches and pains,
accepts them philosophically.
Its very seldom he complains,
he knows there is no remedy
for his ailments. He is quite sure
death will provide a lasting cure.
8-May-08
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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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Unseen enemy.
Unseen enemy.
We’ve had fierce gales and heavy rain.
A lull and then it starts again
The blue sky suddenly turns gray
We know bad weather’s on its way
Though up to now we’ve had no snow
Although the temperatures are low.
The frost makes walking hazardous
and broken bones are dangerous
When you are old you must beware
of dangers lurking everywhere.
Old brittle bones are prone to break.
It could be you make no mistake.
The black ice which you did not see
Can bring you down so easily.
Thursday,12 January 2012
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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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Personal Column
I seek a maid to marry me.
A homely maid who’s dutiful
a girl who can smile pleasantly.
Above a maid who’s beautiful.
For pretty girls think they can rule.
An equal partner's what I need
and not an empty headed fool
who’s just another mouth to feed.
I am not handsome it is true
But I work hard and I’m well paid
I earn sufficient to keep two
I am a master of my trade.
If this advert appeals to you.
Apply at once do not delay
But only homely girls will do
all pretty girls should stay away.
18-May-08
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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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Either or: both can't be true fpr Joe Poewhit
No one canprove that God exists.
No one can prove that God does not
and yet the arguments persists.
I do not know which view is true.
Nobody does apparently.
What you believe is true for you.
What I believe is true for me.
I think the evidence suggests
we should agree to disagree.
Accept the possibility
that either viewpoint could be true.
God could be fact or fantasy.
Why should we argue fruitlessly.
An argument no one can win.
God must remain a mystery,
Tuesday,22 December 2009
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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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Frost filigrees for M 'lady Ernestine
The first frost paints the window panes
with filigrees of silver white
The artist takes the greatest pains
to ensure that he gets it right.
Though very sad it’s also true.
His artistry is all in vain,
it only lasts an hour or two
before the glass is clear again.
We can enjoy it for a while.
That is what we’re meant to do.
Tomorrow in his usual style
he will have painted it anew.
A different pattern put on show
created there on my window.
28-Oct-08
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Sceptical
In the beginning was the word.
A statement patently absurd.
This is the message we receive
from priests who think we should believe.
If there were none to speak or hear.
It is not credible I fear.
The myths and legends multiply
but always fail to satisfy.
My avid curiosity
I simply can’t believe you see.
I think the truth is no one knows
nor ever I will I must suppose.
Why can’t these learned men confess?
they know no more and often less.
Than those who they attempt to teach.
Some knowledge is beyond their reach
and must remain a mystery.
This is the only certainty.
To which I have become resigned
but I will keep an open mind.
I’m sceptical that is quite true
but so I think my friend are you.
18-Dec-08
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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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Summertime? 2006 for M lady Ernestine
.
Now is the winter of our discontent.
Although I must confess it seems to me,
this is not how things are supposed to be.
It goes against established precedent.
The months of summer in the past were spent
outdoors in pleasant sunshine happily.
Though not this year it has rained constantly.
I’m left to wonder where the summer went
The global warming warnings have been changed
Now climate change seems to dominate the new
Expert’s opinions have been rearranged.
Each day appears to change their views.
Their arguments with each other ranged
from certainty to I don’t know what is true.
3-Sep-08
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