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Of course sweetheart for M lady Tara

She rules the roost behind the scenes.
Although her husband wears the jeans.
She lets him show he is the boss
but there are lines he dare not cross.

For all his manly macho show
she knows it’s only bravado.
More importantly so does he
which he accepts apparently.

He knows quite well who’s in control
but still he plays his public role.
She treats him deferentially
whilst there’s an audience to see.

Like any man who’s seen the light.
He knows that she is always right.
Her slightest wish is his command
which isn’t hard to understand.

He’s not the tough guy he appears
She has been training him for years.
He knows: She knows, he knows she knows
His public image is a pose.
1-Jun-08

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There's nothing There! ! for M lady Ernestine

She rules the roost behind the scenes.
Although her husband wears the jeans.
She lets him show he is the boss
but there are lines he dare not cross.

For all his manly macho show
she knows it’s only bravado.
More importantly so does he
which he accepts apparently.

He knows quite well who’s in control
but still he plays his public role.
She treats him deferentially
whilst there’s an audience to see.

Like any man who’s seen the light.
He knows that she is always right.
Her slightest wish is his command
which isn’t hard to understand.

He’s not the tough guy he appears
She has been training him for years.
He knows: She knows, he knows she knows
His public image is a pose.
1-Jun-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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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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Whites Sepulchre

Although he may purport to be, a paragon of piety.
His “Hobby” of photography, a cover for pornography
The more perverse the faster sales, because his market never fails
He grows rich from obscenity although outwardly he seems to be.
An honest upright gentleman and a professing Christian.
Apparently respectable. Which goes to show you cannot tell.
What lies behind the masks we wear, we do not ask we do not dare.
The public image we present can be destroyed by accident
When at long last he is brought to book exposed for what he is a crook.
We look again and we can see the depths of his depravity.
Although it takes us by surprise he loses stature in our eyes.
We used to hold him in respect, we see him now as a reject.
from all polite society and view his downfall gleefully.

5-Dec-08

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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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Poetry in Motion for Friend Thad

A connoisseur of derrieres.
I’ve studied ladies rears for years.
I love to watch the liquid flow
of haunches moving to and fro
When clad in well cut denim jeans,
they can enhance the dullest scenes
But better still I must confess
beneath a simple cotton dress.
I am convinced the ladies know
that many men enjoy the view
and do their very best to show
they don’t object but pretend to.
I find that Gluteus Maximi
Are very easy on the eye.

14-May-08

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Limited Choice

All politicians preen and pose.
They promise forthright honesty.
We aren’t the fools that they suppose
because we very clearly see.

That all the promises they make.
Examined closely make no sense,
they all repeat the same mistake.
Assume the public has no sense.

Your vote is all they want from you
For that they lie with practised ease.
And once elected they will do
very little which will please.

The general public as a whole.
For once aboard the gravy train
They have achieved their only goal
and treat the voters with disdain.

So think before you cast your vote
scrutinise them carefully.
Don’t be afraid to rock the boat
and rouse yourselves from apathy.

The voting system is unfair
and does not represent the views
of every voter everywhere.
We are denied the right to choose.

The form of government we need.
That’s why the country’s in a mess.
Enslaved by some out dated creed
which renders many votes worthless.

The systems rotten to the core
relies on public apathy.
We get what we deserve no more.
It’s sad but true apparently.

It needs a drastic overhaul
there is no sign that it will get.
Your vote is worth nothing at all
That is the only certain bet.

10-May-08

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Who trains Who? for friend Bob

My human thinks he’s training me.
A fault that’s common to the breed
Though he is learning gradually
So I pretend to let him lead.

It is great fun to see him try
to understand each new command
Although sometimes I wonder why
he is so slow to understand.

I haven’t had him very long
I must remember he’s a man
To try and rush him would be wrong.
I ‘m sure he does the best he can.

I take him for a walk each day
make sure he gets his exercise
I need to teach him not to stray.
He doesn’t seem to realise.

That I’m in charge he’s rather slow
but then of course he’s just a man
You can’t expect a man to know
as much as any canine can.

26/04/2009
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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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Public Servant

Public servant

I have no choice it must be done
before my only chance is gone.
I have him clearly in my sights
and I am well within my rights.

He is armed, prepared to kill.
I have no doubt at all he will.
He is a threat to everyone.
I have no choice it must be done.

Although I would rather not
I must squeeze off the fatal shot.
I chose to shoot him through the head
make certain sure that he is dead.

Before he can shoot anyone
The choice is mine and mine alone.
I kill the man reluctantly
but that is how it has to be

I swore to serve and to protect.
The public and they all expect.
Me to carry out my duty
As best I can efficiently.

The man is dead the threat is gone
And normal life can carry on.
Nobody spares a thought for me
They do not care apparently.

05/04/2009
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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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13/05/2009

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Who?

Celebrities, it’s plain to see.
Rely upon publicity,
if they’re not in the public eye.
They have to strive to rectify
the situation which they see
as being ignored completely.
That’s why they pull such stupid tricks
and misbehave like lunatics.
The think the public have to be
impressed by a celebrity
Despite the fact he is a fool
who has done nothing as a rule.
Except to court publicity,
which he must do assiduously
Or disappear from public view.
Nobody cares what happens to
celebrities who used to be.
World famous but no longer are
their place usurped by some new star.
They fade into obscurity,
almost as if they’d never been.
No longer part of the Cool scene.
They’re has beens now, not wannabees
With nothing left but memories.

23-Jul-08

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Past Participant for M lady Ernestine

Though it may seem I am obsessed.
The truth is that I am possessed
by an old writer long since dead.
Who now resides inside my head
He’ll have no truck with modern verse
and thinks that free form is perverse.
That’s something with which I agree,
perhaps that’s why he’s chosen me
To be his slave, his to command
he doesn’t seem to understand
He is a most unwelcome guest
at best I see him as a pest.
He may be Shakespeare as he says
but I write poetry not plays.

8-May-08

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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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In Command for All The Moms

When I was born I had no choice
whether to protest or rejoice.
I was evicted forcefully
for no good reason I could see.
I would have stayed permanently
had it been left up to me.
Wrapped in the comfort of the womb
where up to now I was welcome.
But Mother Nature obviously
had other plans in mind for me.
She makes the rules all must obey,
that’s how I saw the light of day.
I quickly learnt as babies do
Who’s in control? it's me not you.

5-Oct-08
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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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The best laid plans for J.T Ellison

The best laid plans

He sits and thinks but rarely shares
the subject of his pondering
He is convinced nobody cares
to hear his views on anything.

He does not like to watch T.V.
unlike the other residents.
He’s happy sitting quietly
Reviewing long ago events.

When he was self sufficient.
Intelligent and capable
‘til a cerebral accident
which rendered him incapable

of living independently.
Forced his reception into care
although it’s very plain to see
He would much rather be elsewhere.

Though he’s disabled physically
His mental capability
is not impaired apparently.
He accepts philosophically.

Life rarely goes as you have planned.
We meet with things we don’t expect
for fate not man is in command
What fate decrees we must accept.

22/04/2009
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Acknowledgement

The death knell sounds and echoes round
the confines of the burial ground
The tolling bell seems to foretell.
Life will become a lonely hell.

My love is gone, she’s travelled on,
her race is run and she has won.
No longer bound by gravity
she’s earned her wings and she is free.

By sadness I am overcome.
I am struck dumb, completely numb.
I cannot cry although I try.
The wellspring of my tears run dry

The mourners murmur quietly
but no one comes to comfort me.
This does not come as a surprise.
They do not seem to realise

The love I bore for her was true.
We were a partnership we two,
which lasted over thirty years.
I wonder why nobody dares

To offer me their sympathy
a little sensitivity.
But they still show they disapprove.
They do not understand that love.

Between two women is as real
as the emotions which they feel.
But then her mother chooses to
do what the others dare not do.

She comes to me and takes my hand
and says my dear I understand
You loved just her as much as I
it is appropriate to cry.

The courage which she chose to show
allowed my pent up tears to flow
When she acknowledged publicly
what her daughter had been to me.

22-May-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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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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