Monentary aberration.
A brief encounter innocent
Of any forethought or intent
We touched almost by accident
and yet I must confess it meant.
A sudden pang of discontent
Which quickly came and quickly went.
A moment that devil sent
To tempt me was his sole intent.
It was a failed experiment.
My love for you is permanent.
It would be to my detriment
to give my assent or consent.
To any plot he could invent.
I hold all cheats beneath contempt.
Monday,29 March 2010
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Somebody's son.
A bloated corpse floats on the flood
But who he was nobody knows.
He was intent that no one should
Removed the labels from his clothes.
Made sure he carried no I.D
He had his reasons I suppose
to choose anonymity.
I must admit it baffles me.
He’s just another suicide
another tragic incident.
He’ll never be identified.
Unless perhaps by accident
He died voluntarily
and left behind a mystery.
Monday,29 March 2010
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Incompetence our best defence! !
I dreamt a dream wherein I dreamt,
I dreamt a dream of deep content.
But all the while I knew I dreamt.
I tried to wake but my attempt.
My mind just treated with contempt.
Am I the dreamer or the dream
I can’t be wholly confident.
That it is not some experiment.
Conducted without my consent.
To monitor the dreams I’ve dreamt
to analyse my dreams content.
By some arm of the government
Whose only purpose and intent
Is sadly all too evident.
Establishing a precedent.
By which they hope they can prevent
expression of our discontent.
They should not be too complacent.
Because they are incompetent
and grossly overconfident.
We’ll find a way to circumvent
their wish to be omnipotent.
We have to win this argument
and then provide due punishment.
For those found guilty of intent
to use this foul experiment.
Which demonstrates the full extent
of methods used by government.
The things they do clandestinely
Because they dare not openly.
admit to seeking thought control.
Because they know that heads would roll.
We have the right to privacy.
There is no way that they should be.
poking and prying in our mind
just to see if they can find.
another way they can repress
the freedoms that we should possess.
The dream I dreamt may yet come true
I can’t be sure no more can you.
Sunday,02 May 2010
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When the time is right for M'lady Ernestine
Broad sonnet
We search for love to no avail. We try too hard and so we fail.
Although it may seem curious, fate knows much better than us.
When we are ready for a mate and then she does not hesitate.
She sets the time she sets the place, when she will bring us face to face.
With the partner of our dreams although to us it always seems.
That we have met by accident, but we did not it was by intent.
Fate knows exactly what we need and with her help we will succeed.
In finding what we have searched for. We don’t need to search anymore
We have been chosen carefully and who are we to disagree
We are quite sure our dreams come true, precisely as fate means us to.
It might be just co incidence, what matters is the consequence.
The end result is we got wed. I think that fate accomplished.
The task that she set out to do, for you love me and I love you.
You don’t find love, love will find you but not until it’s ready to..
Monday,22 March 2010
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Waltz time for MY Lady Irene.
I
Hold you
In my arms.
We
begin
a slow waltz
One
two three
one two three.
I
ask you
to be mine.
You
Agree
Instantly.
We
both knew
without doubt.
You
love me
I love you.
We
will dance
together.
In
Perfect
Harmony.
As
we were
meant to do.
For
ever
and a day.
Monday,25 January 2010
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Unbroken cycle. for M lady Ernestine
Englyn Prost Dalgron.
Seasons come and seasons go.
Summer sun or winter snow.
That is all we need to know.
Winter is replaced by spring.
Summer ripens everything.
Autumn will the harvest bring.
When the harvests gathered in
Safely stored in box and bin
Then the winter will begin.
Nature brooks no argument.
She carries out her intent.
With or without our consent.
Spring, Summer and Autumn too.
Each has its own job to do.
Perfectly planned in my view.
Monday,11 January 2010
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Accident.experiment or something meant.for M lady Ernestine.
I sometimes wonder why I ponder
on questions I cannot answer.
Why do I sit and wrack my brain
when there is nothing I can gain.
My endless curiosity
constantly compelling me.
To try and solve the mystery,
which has plagued man through history.
Did God create the race of man
for reasons known to him alone?
Is there an underlying plan
Which lies beneath all that is known.
Or were we just an accident
which has no purpose or intent.
The question which I put to you.
Which do you believe is true?
It’s not a case of either or
there could be many, many more,
explanations I suppose,
the truth is nobody knows.
You do not even have to choose,
you are entitled to refuse.
Though personally I shall still muse
and try to clarify my views.
Tuesday,11 May 2010
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There can be no argument for M lady Resh bubbles
I do not know but I suspect.
That death is not as we expect.
Simply reward or punishment.
For things we failed to do or did.
No single action can be hid
Nor can our motive and intent.
Before the court to make my plea
I find the only judge is me.
I cannot plead I’m innocent
I know the things I did and why.
There is no way I can deny
The sins for which I must repent.
I was tempted and often fell
frequently the truth to tell.
Although sometimes with good intent.
I prosecute and I defend
but realise that in the end.
The laws of Karma represent.
Pure justice which applies equally
to everyman, no one is free.
Established by long precedent..
Though this lifetime you failed to learn
the only punishment you earn
You choose yourself and can’t resent.
Another life another start
you have to play another part.
You acquiesce and give consent.
A life you start with a blank sheet
your unlearned lessons to repeat.
All new born babes are innocent.
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Glass Ceiling.
Business women power dress.
Their sole intent is to impress
The world with their efficiency
and not their femininity.
Though many try few will succeed
Men are unwilling to concede
That any woman possibly
can hope to claim equality.
Men think that masculinity
confers superiority.
Though women know it isn’t true
There’s very little they can do.
To change the system that exists.
The old boy’s network will resist.
Thursday,03 March 2011
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Predestined? for My Lady Irene
Her eyes are like unto the sea
their colour changing constantly
Their beauty has ensorcelled me.
Try as I might I can’t break free.
The lady is quite innocent
I must absolve her from intent
I met her gaze by accident.
But the effect is permanent.
I was not searching for romance
but captivated by her glance,
I was resolved to take a chance
to change my future circumstance.
Was I a fool to entertain
the faintest hope that I might gain,
the lady’s heart or live in pain
and still a bachelor remain
The burning question had to be.
What did the lady think of me?
and could she possibly agree
to dare to share her life with me.
Although we think we have free will.
Mother Nature has the skill
to create plans we must fulfil.
So we obey or foot the bill.
Regretting that we did not do
what Mother Nature meant us to.
It seem the lady felt this too.
An old, old tale forever new.
04/06/2009
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I should Have Known
Dined with the devil yesterday.
A charming chap I have to say.
He was quite debonair and gay
and conversed in a cultured way.
He did his best to tempt me to
do the things one shouldn’t do.
But as he offered nothing new
to my own standards I held true.
I do not claim I’m innocent
I have done things which I repent.
A truth which is self evident
and not a cause for discontent.
He smiled at me disarmingly
and whispered to me charmingly.
He was content to wait and see
Sure I would fall eventually.
That he could wait there was no rush.
I had to jump he could not push
He wished me well, went on his way
but stuck me with the bill to pay.
12-Jun-08
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Last Request
I want no marble monument
erected in my memory
I’m sure that I would lie content
beneath the branches of a tree.
Ignore established precedent
when it is time to bury me.
Remember all the hours we spent
living and loving happily.
Pay me the supreme compliment.
Let my body nourish a tree.
Creating something permanent
a thing of natural beauty.
I can trust you above the rest
to carry out my last request.
Monday,26 July 2010
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Sex Discrimination
She trusted and she was betrayed
At least according to the maid.
She swore that she was innocent
and unaware of my intent.
The maiden lied as women do.
They enjoy first and then they rue.
Though it takes two to play loves game
it seems that I must bear the blame.
Why should she be seen as guilt free.
When she is just as blameworthy,
but she will live and I will die.
Her father means to hang me high.
Although I am not innocent.
I am entitled to resent
the obvious inequality.
I have to die but she goes free.
10-Jul-08
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English Lit as it is taught For Sidi Mahtrow
English lit as it is taught.
My daughter was quite fond of Chaucer.
It was her choice I didn’t force her.
She treated Shakespeare with disdain.
Considered him to be pain.
Although her teachers would insist
he was the greatest tragedist.
That England ever had produced.
She refused to be seduced.
By the established point of view.
Though she was forced to listen to
Them singing praise of the bard.
They failed despite their trying hard.
She still considered Will a fraud
a failed exam was her reward.
Monday,08 November 2010
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Unsung Hero.
Although he has prosthetic limbs.
His sense of purpose never dims.
Now he has learnt to walk anew.
He is quite certain he can do.
As well as any other man.
He’s out to show the world he can.
He still a man and he is proud
that he can mingle with the crowd.
On equal terms apparently.
He has the capability
to reach success in any field.
The wounded warrior will not yield.
He will achieve his vowed intent
to return to his regiment.
Thursday,02 December 2010
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Freedom. Ivorian sonnet
Because some people disagree
about the rules of poetry.
There’ll always be some argument.
Nobody can define the rules
which leads to widespread discontent.
Some cannot understand it seems,
that every poet has the right.
To choose the way they share their dreams
in any form they choose to write.
I say each poet should be free
to write the way they want to write.
In metered verse with rhyming schemes
or try some new experiment.
No one can dictate how you write.
Wednesday,16 June 2010
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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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From a Great Height.
Beneath her balcony he’d sing
and promise love eternally.
The maiden spurned his offering.
She knew of his philandering.
But undeterred he’d nightly sing.
Experienced in the ways of maids.
He knew she would be listening
to hear his mandolin tinkling.
Eventually she would relent
appear upon the balcony.
Although she doubted his intent.
By trial and experiment.
He’d found that curiosity
A fatal weakness in young maids
would bring her to the balcony.
It always worked successfully.
It always had done in the past.
This maid was made of sterner stuff.
She vowed tonight would be the last
and down upon his head she cast.
The contents of her chamber pot.
Which served to dampen his ardour
Attar of roses it was not.
Although he deserved what he got.
I felt some little sympathy
to see him so discomfited.
To be drenched unexpectedly
in his intended victims pee.
A message that he’d not forget.
This lady was no easy prey.
The chamber pot she had upset
Has soaked him in Eau de Toilet.
He quickly hurried from the scene.
His pride damaged beyond repair.
His parting comments were obscene.
At least I thought they must have been..
No longer does the troubadour
Sing below her balcony
Sweet serenades about amour
No one has seen him any more.
07/09/2009
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Am I? for friend Thad.
I think therefore I am but I
can only be aware of me.
If I should ask could you reply
with well considered honesty.
I am as I appear to be
to myself with my inner eye
Or do you see me differently
and if so can you tell me why.
Or will you simply lie to me
and tell me what I want to hear.
Because you think that you can see
the truth might be too much to bear.
I think therefore I am but I
Cannot claim true validity
There’s no real way to verify.
The simple fact that I am me.
Monday,25 January 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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I am a man!
I am a man full grown.
I have the right to choose
To make my way alone
What have I got to lose? .
If I refuse to do
as you expect me to.
I owe nothing to you
I will choose my own way.
Today and every day
I am man, my own man
Friday,05 March 2010
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