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Misplaced Trust

Symmetrical verse

Misplaced trust
.
I lost my way
Was led astray
By those I thought I could believe
But were not what they seemed to be
Because I was young and naïve
I trusted them too easily
Their confidence was all pretence.
I should have used my common sense.
Gone my own way
Without delay.
But I did not I thought they knew
Which way to go
which wasn’t true.

Saturday,29 October 2011
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Misplaced Trust symmetrical verse.

Symmetrical verse

Misplaced trust
.
I lost my way
Was led astray
By those I thought I could believe
But were not what they seemed to be
Because I was young and naïve
I trusted them too easily
Their confidence was all pretence.
I should have used my common sense.
Gone my own way
Without delay.
But I did not I thought they knew
Which way to go which wasn’t true.
They lied to me
As liars do.

Saturday,29 October 2011
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Inside Information for M 'lady Chitra

Some can detect malevolence
which masquerades as innocence.
They see at once through the pretence
alerted by their inner sense.
Some take new friends at face value
an all too common thing to do.
Accepting that their words are true.
Something which they may later rue.
The warning signs are there to see
you pick them up subconsciously.
So you should listen carefully
and trust your instincts completely.
Before you finally decide
to accept them as bona fide.

25-Jul-08

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Misplaced confidence for M lady C.T.Heart

Although dreams can come true; they seldom do.
We are convinced this rule does not apply
to us. We will be treated differently.
Such is our egocentric point of view
So we believe the dreams which we pursue
could well come true. We see no reason why
we should not succeed if we really try.
We fervently believe we deserve to.

The old adage” Hope springs eternally
Does not accord with our experience
but we can disregard this easily”
although it goes against all common sense.
Dreams are not known for logicality.
So in our dreams we still place confidence.

10-Nov-08

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I have become a pragmatist for friend Leslie

I have become a pragmatist

I’ve been betrayed by so called friends
and people who I thought I knew.
With no attempt to make amends.
I sometimes wonder if it’s true.
Was I myself in part to blame
for trusting far too readily
that’s not the way to win life’s game.
Now that it’s too late I see
I acted rather foolishly.
I should have been more sceptical
and checked them out more thoroughly
at risk of seeming cynical.
I am no longer so naïve
I’ve learnt my lesson I believe.

16/08/2009
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A pinch of Salt

A title does not signify
you are in fact a gentleman.
Aristocrats can cheat and lie
as readily as any man.

alleged degrees don’t guarantee
that you possess intelligence
They can be purchased easily
by those who lack the common sense

To know that titles and degrees
although intended to impress.
Are counterfeit as currencies
which are in fact quite valueless.

You can’t expect to get respect
because you a titled man.
I see no reason to accept
your claim to be a gentleman.

Some people are fooled easily.
Accept your claims at face value
but some are wise enough to see
that what you claim may not be true.

A scholar and a gentleman
is not too hard to recognise.
I’m’ sure you will find that you can.
If you just use your ears and eyes.

Do not be fooled by their pretence.
The claims they cannot verify
Rely upon your common sense
The inner voice you can’t deny.

Why should you show them your respect.
They show but small respect for you.
Its wiser to be circumspect
until they prove their claims are true.

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Faith the Facts

Search out all things of good report.
Consider each one carefully,
things are not always as you thought.
As you will find most probably.

What you were taught to be the truth
is very often far from true.
Lessons taught you in your youth
by those you thought knew more than you.

As you mature you learn to see.
They taught you their own biased view
Which you examine critically
And then discard most as untrue.

Your old beliefs grow obsolete.
Examine all the evidence
New facts emerge though incomplete,
you then accept what makes most sense.

What you were taught no longer true.
You can’t rely on faith alone.
Although the clergy urge you to
Because too much remains unknown

Wednesday,25 November 2009
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Wishful Thinking.

.

The old year’s coming to its end.
Few will be sad to see it go.
We greet the New Year as a friend
We live in hope but cannot know.
If the New Year will prove to be.
A year in which we can achieve.
Our cherished dreams successfully.
Though some have doubts most can believe.
Despite their past experience
of disappointments they have known
They set aside their common sense
and are sustained by faith alone.
It seems we all prefer to see.
The New Year optimistically.

Saturday,26 December 2009
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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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Then I WILL know the reason why.

I know for sure that I know less
than what I used to think I knew.
I find it easy to confess..

When I was young I knew it all
Experience taught me otherwise
That pride must go before a fall..

The few things which I know are true.
I still recheck them frequently.
It’s something that I have to do.

For change occurs and alters things
and often truth is flexible.
It has been known to topple kings.

I’m not a king I’m just a man
A simple man who knows his place
And tries to do the best he can.

I can say with honesty
Although I am prepared to learn
Who can I find who will teach me...

Some one who knows much more than me.
Somebody who is qualified.
I never will quite probably.

I’ll have to wait until I die
Before I’m privy to the truth
Then I will know the reason why.

Tuesday,26 October 2010
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A Maidens Prayer

I was naïve I trusted you,
just as you always meant me to.
You were convincing when you lied
but when your lust was satisfied.
You wanted nothing more to do
with me. You said that we were through…

I hope your conscience bothers you
I really think it ought to do.
One day you’ll get your fingers burned.
Your chosen victim will have learned
To take her vengeance out on you
for something that you did not do.

Some lying lover just like you
deceived her, broke her heart in two.
Then merrily went on his way.
There always comes a reckoning day.
I only hope I’m there to see
you pay for what you did to me.

18-Dec-08

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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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Wasted Effort

Who steals my purse steals only trash.
My credit cards are all maxed out
I have no job I have no cash
so sadly he must do without.
The goodies that he hoped to buy
at my expense or so he thought.
The fix he needed to get high.
All of his effort gone for naught
The truth is I’m completely broke.
No job, no home, no family.
I hope that he can see the joke
that fate has played on him and me.
He thought to gain but he did not.
What have I lost—not a lot

14/08/2009
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I love my daughter: but

I know, I know the exact word
I use it very frequently.
Then suddenly, it’s quite absurd.
I cannot trust my memory.

I’ve always trusted it before
and it has never let me down.
But that’s is not true anymore
and forms a reason for my frown.

My daughter says it just might be
because I’m getting on a bit.
I cannot possibly agree.
I’m aghast at the cheek of it.

I’m not old just eighty three.
I do not doubt that I will be
the first one of my family
to reach my own centenary.

What does it matter I forget
some little things occasionally
I know what’s getting me upset
Her lack of sensitivity.

The word will come if I just wait
That is a racing certainty
But I do not appreciate
a recaltricant memory.

There must be something I can do,
to stimulate my memory.
I think I’ll take up something new
Some thing active probably.

I may be old but I’m still fit
to think and act competently
My daughter talks a load of bull
I won’t forgive her easily.

Thursday,12 November 2009
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Misapprehension

A blue eyed blonde but rather dim.
Or so he thought
But she still made a fool of him.
Just for the sport

He thought he would have his way
then leave her flat
but she saw things a different way.
I fancy that

she led him a merry dance.
She knew his game,
right from the start he had no chance.
But all the same

The lesson was long overdue
he had to know.
That he was not entitled to
just take and go.

She had met men like him before
and knew full well
He wanted to add to his score
so he could tell.

His friends about his new conquest.
But she declined
and told him he was just a pest.
Then she consigned

him swiftly to the garbage heap
where he belonged
and she would lose no beauty sleep.
Though he felt wronged.

Philanderers should make a note
to change their ways.
or surely they will miss the boat.
Alone always.

the maiden knew instinctively
she could not trust.
She spotted you immediately.
So go you must.

With your desire unsatisfied.
The lady’s wise
she sees quite clearly that you lied.
To your surprise.

23-Jul-08

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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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I believe in Fairies too for M lady Ernestine

Sometimes at night across the sky.
I see the silver dragons fly.
Although not everyone can see
the dragons dancing gracefully.

My friends think I have lost the plot
but I assure them I have not.
I don’t know why they cannot see
what is so very clear to me.

Perhaps I have an open mind
and they do not, so they are blind.
Moonlight reflecting on their scales.
This is a sight that never fails

to make me stop and realise.
Some cannot see though they have eyes.
They don’t believe the evidence
of their own eyes. It makes no sense.

Because they can’t believe it’s true
and won’t adjust their point of view.
But I believe and I can see
the dragons flying easily.

When twilight falls if you just try,
you too will see them fly
Unless you too, have closed your
mind and don’t believe in dragon kind.

2-Jul-08

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At least that's my excuse. For J.T.Ellison

Fatigue sets in more quickly now.
As passing years catch up with you.
But circumstances will allow
A quick cat nap which can only do.
A recharge of your batteries.
So do not let it worry you.
You must conserve your energies.
For things you really want to do.
I have a snooze each afternoon
A habit which I cultivate
I consider it to be a boon.
There is nothing which cannot wait.
Retirement has set me free
from any sense of urgency.

Saturday,11 September 2010
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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.

Triolet quartet
23/08/2009
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Possibilty for J.T.Early

The universe appears to be
expanding outwards constantly
At speeds exceeding that of light.

Its origin a mystery.
But throughout mankind’s history
We have observed the stars at night.

Though early men with naked eye
recorded movements in the sky.
Which had the power to excite

their naïve curiosity
They were convinced that there must be.
Some reason why the stars shone bright.

But different men thought differently.
It seemed that there would never be
consensus as to who was right.

But now with new technology
We have gained the ability
To study stars far out of sight.

The use of radio telescopes
can raise and sometimes dash our hopes.
They are in use by day and night.

We still can’t solve the mystery,
are we alone or might there be
Races hidden from our sight.

In other distant galaxies
Too far away for us to see.
It seems entirely apposite.

That like the early men we try
to read the message in the sky.
Perhaps one day we’ll get it right.

Saturday,01 May 2010.
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Some things never change.

I do.
She said and so did I

We wed,
one Saturday in June.

We went
away on honeymoon.

A taste
of paradise for two.

We swore.
Each year we would renew.

The vows
we made when we were wed.

Today
though many years have flown.

We are
on honeymoon again

The kids
grown up and fled the nest.

Nothing
has changed we feel the same.

Our love
grew deeper day by day.

The same
hotel the same bedroom.

We had
reviving memories.

Although
We have raised a family.

We knew
all those years ago.

We would
return to paradise.

A dream
that would come true.

Today.
While watching the sun rise.

She said,
I love you so did I.

It’s true.
We were wiser than we knew.

When we
decided we should wed.

We two.
Were meant to be a pair.

Decreed
by fate: We still care.

The way
we did when we first wed.

She knows
its true and so do I.

Monday,15 March 2010
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