Nice try
I am a Christian gentleman.
I would like to, if you agree
to fall in with my little plan
to get to know you Biblically.
She was well read; she slapped his face.
She knew exactly what he meant
and put him firmly in his place.
She made her anger evident
She was quite pleased though secretly,
that he found her desirable
but did not want to let him see
that she might be persuadable.
His chat up line original
its chance of success minimal.
21-Aug-08
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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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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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unwanted recollections for J.T ellison
I slept and in my dreaming wept
for promises I made: Unkept
The promises I did not keep
return to haunt me in my sleep.
Sometimes prevailing circumstance
had meant that I had little chance.
To do what I said I would do,
at other times it’s sad but true.
Some promises I made were not meant.
I knew that I had no intent
of doing what I had promised.
There seems to be an endless list.
The guilt I feel is real and deep.
My conscience will not let me sleep.
All of the things I should have done
but did not do each single one
Returns at night to punish me.
I must admit deservedly.
Sins from the past I now regret.
I only wish I could forget.
But I cannot although I try
Because I acted wrongfully
I understand the reason why.
My guilty conscience bothers me.
3-Oct-08
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Mutual antipathy.
Mutual antipathy
monotetra
I cannot say with certainty
that I am right though I might be.
You have the right to disagree.
I will consider carefully
the reasons that you offer me.
As to why you can’t agree.
I think that very possibly
there’s little possibility
That you will ever agree with me
You can’t admit that I might be
correct. Because you dislike me.
You are not thinking logically
I cannot claim with honesty
that I am quite prejudice free.
I don’t like you, you don’t like me.
At least on that we can agree.
Sunday,01 August 2010
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Sour Grapes for M lady Tara
Sour grapes
Crysanthemums flamboyantly
display their multicoloured hues.
Each blossom is potentially
a winner though it is hard to choose.
This is the task the judges face
and all three judges must agree.
Which one of them deserves first place.
Decisions made collectively.
At last the winner is declared.
Against which there is no appeal
they have debated and compared.
Without a doubt the judges feel.
That their decision was correct
unlike the losers I suspect.
5-Mar-09
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Proof positive 2011
Proof positive 2011
This tree is where no tree should be.
It clings to life precariously.
From whence it cam nobody knows.
All that we know is that it grows.
Although it’s stunted gnarled and bent.
It has survived that’s evident.
Perchance it’s where it should not be.
It does not matter to the tree.
This is the only place it knows
and so it very slowly grows.
Defying rules conceived by men
It forces them to think again.
Although the experts all agree.
It’s an impossibility
The tree discounts the experts view
A seed took root and simply grew.
That’s all seeds know how to do.
Its mere existence proves it’s true.
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Future Imperfect for friend Ben
The world today is in a dreadful mess.
No one accepts responsibility.
It seems that truth and honour matter less
than expedience apparently.
The only thing we value is success
although it’s been achieved dishonestly
The values which our forbears knew are lost
and everyone of us will bear the cost.
Ottavo Rima
23/08/2009
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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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I am what I am
I am what I am
I try my best to show
So other people know
That I’m a gentleman.
Because I think it best
to differ from the rest.
I am not a macho man.
I am content to be
seen as ordinary.
Though I am a gentle man.
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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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The ever watchin eye.
Be careful what you choose to do
C.C.T, V is watching you.
If you’re caught short and need to pee
You can be certain you will be
recorded by C.C.T.V.
A matter of security
I’m not too sure that I agree
I’m sure that it was meant to be
But have to say it seems to me.
Invasion of our privacy
Though placed on private property
they are positioned so they see.
Where people have a right to be.
Recording automatically
whatever happens secretly.
That’s not the way things used to be
nor am I sure things ought to be.
Favoured by the powers that be
The ultimate authority
C.C.T.V has come to be
Accepted though reluctantly.
That is the harsh reality
We must live with apparently.
Please take this warning seriously
Remember that C.C.T.V
Is watching and watching me.
Because they’re placed strategically
they can’t be seen too easily.
You might well think you are quite free
from scrutiny by C.C.T.V.
It is a possibility
in isolated property
In city streets a rarity.
It’s seen as a necessity
which will safeguard your property
Although sometimes it saddens me
The advent of C.C.T.V
Has changed the world permanently.
Progress does not come for free
We have no choice but pay the fee..
Monday,29 August 2011
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Naani for Subarraman N.V.
War will persist
as long as men exist.
Men have the will and skill to kill.
They always had and always will.
Peace apparently
an impossibility.
Men expect hostility
Universally.
Why should this be?
It seems to me
we were meant to live peacefully.
In perfect amity.
6-May-08
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Seize the day
Although society expects
that old folk should live quietly.
I don’t accept foolish precepts
I cannot possibly agree
Nobody can dictate to me
what I should or should not do.
I won’t surrender easily
I’m always trying something new.
I will not sit and vegetate
in my arm chair and watch T.V.
I say this most vehemently.
Though I am old I’m not brain dead
I lead an active life instead.
31-Jan-09
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The Low Down
Mother; remember I am small
a little over two feet tall
My view from here is limited
the shopping mall a place of dread.
Boots and shoes are all I see
as people rush impatiently.
You have forgotten how it feels
to see only toes and heels.
You hold me firmly by the hand
but I don’t think you understand
Just how it feels to be so small
and dragged around a shopping Mall.
If you ere small and couldn’t see
then you would know what frightens me.
16-May-08
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Am I a Sinner or a Saint?
I will supply pure heroine
To all the hopheads on the street
And then the clean up will begin
I’ll rid the city of dead beats.
A drastic plan but effective.
The have free choice they need not use.
It is their choice to live or die.
I doubt that many will refuse.
Am I sinner or a saint?
to contemplate mass homicide
To rid the city of this taint.
It’s up to you, you must decide.
Am I murderer or not.
They choose to use what I supply
Some use a little some a lot.
Is it my fault if they all die.
I am the last man they’d expect
to even think of such a plan.
For after all who would suspect.
such tactics from a clergyman.
My plan proved to be a great success
The city streets are safer now.
I have some doubts I must confess.
But I feel justified some how.
I do believe in mans free will.
To choose to use or not use
A substance which will likely kill.
I don’t believe in drug abuse.
17/10/2009
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Penitent for Friend Konstantin
A gentleman in every way.
A relic from a bygone day.
His clothes well cut but out of date,
in his own time a fashion plate.
He’s not as he appears to be.
He is a ghost apparently.
Always appears at half past three
then disappears mysteriously.
Though who he was nobody knows.
A gentleman judged by his clothes,
we only know he comes and goes.
Because he has to I suppose.
A visitor from long ago
Though why he comes we may not know.
Perhaps he comes to demonstrate
that once he was a fashion plate.
Maybe condemned for too much pride
a fatal flaw he could not hide.
He must display at half past three
until he learns humility
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Mutual respect for friend Chandra.
Does God exist or does he not.
We cannot prove it either way.
Though arguments wax strong and hot.
What does it matter anyway.
If you have faith and you believe
Perhaps that makes it true for you
If I lack faith and can’t perceive
things in the same way that you do.
That does not mean that you are right
nor does it mean that I am wrong.
Although our views are opposite
It’s possible to get along.
We can agree to disagree.
There’s no need for disharmony.
Sunday,24 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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Foregone Conclusion. For M'selle Perrault
My muse like any woman will
use her feminine wiles and skill
To persuade me to her view
and will persist until I do
Exactly as she wants me to.
I’m well aware that she will win.
Should I surrender just give in?
I must defend my self respect
it is the least she will expect
So I protest to no effect.
When my muse makes up her mind.
Like any poet I will find.
I have no choice but to obey
and there is nothing I can say.
She will reject each argument.
That I can muster and present
Although it’s futile to resist.
My fragile ego will insist
I have no option but persist
to register my discontent.
Though this does not deter my muse.
She knows full well I can’t refuse.
She knows from my past history.
I will submit reluctantly
She always wins eventually
She knows I must put on a show
to satisfy my male ego.
She is prepared to wait until
I do obey her sovereign will.
She makes that clearly evident.
I cannot win I’m bound to lose
When I argue with my muse.
She’s confident she will prevail.
After all I’m only a male
Somewhat naïve and innocent.
She knows I am a gentleman
that’s why she’s certain that she can.
Persuade coerce or bully me
Until give in and agree.
My muse will brook no argument.
Sunday,24 October 2010
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Tolerance.
If you ask me politely
Invariably I will comply
But if you try to compel me
then your demand I will deny.
As I have every right to do
You have your views and I have mine
and they are most unlikely to be
close enough so they combine.
Into a view we both agree
I’m tolerant and you are not
You see my views as heresy.
Which does nor really help a lot.
Some see your views as bigotry
and who am I to disagree.
Wednesday,13 January 2010
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