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One Day for Michael

The Jetsam cast upon the shore.
The ebbing tide has left behind
I wonder where it’s been before.
I search to see what I can find.
Some small but worthwhile souvenir
which will repay the hours I’ve spent
in combing beaches far and near.
Some treasure lost by accident.
One day I hope to strike it rich
and find gold coins amongst the sand.
But Lady Luck can be a bitch,
she doesn’t seem to understand.
That gold’s no use beneath the sea
but I’d accept it gratefully.

9-May-08

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Threepenny Bits

Our little dog is very old.
She’s rather deaf and almost blind
and if the honest truth were told
You might think my words unkind.
She often has an accident
The reason isn’t hard to find,
she’s senile and incontinent
She has but one thought in her mind
She hasn’t lost her appetite
The only pleasure left to her
she hunts by scent and not by sight
for any food that’s on offer.
We never know where we will find
some souvenir she’s left behind.

13-Nov-08

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Our little Yorkshire Terrier Threepence is fourteen years old

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Today might be my lucky day.

Today might be my lucky day.

At auction sales I choose to buy
Odd quirky things that catch my eye.
I do not have a lot to spend
So in the end I must depend.
On buying things which I select
That greedy dealers would reject.
They only buy what the can sell.
From which they hope to profit well.
Attending auctions is my pleasure
Perhaps one day I’ll find a treasure.
Something the dealers left behind.
For amateurs like me to find

To benefit from their mistakes
A little luck is all it takes.

Saturday,03 December 2011
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One fine Day: perhaps for J T Ellison

The sea lies millpond calm and still, obedient to the Goddess’ will.
She has decreed it must be so and thus the ocean far below.
Represses its own urgent needs and to the Goddess’ will accedes.
Its gleaming surface satin smooth. It has no choice to tell the truth
The mistress of both sea and sky.Sees no good reason to say why.
She chose serenity tonight; she rules the sea and has the right
to give instructions to sea which must obey immediately.
Sometimes she lets the breakers roar as they approach the rocky shore.
The daily tides which ebb and flow, she will allow to come and go.
Although there is no urgency she knows of their necessity
The high tide will sweep clean the beach and leave behind its furthest reach.
A tide line marked by oddities which have been carried on the seas
From here and there and everywhere. Jetsam which can be foul or fair. Beachcombers will explore to see what treasures they can take for free.
Though they prefer the aftermath of some fierce storm that shows the wrath of the ocean in angry mood. Because they have long understood.
The treasures which they hope to find, an angry sea will leave behind.
A tranquil night produces less of valuables that will impress.
The early birds who comb the beach above the high tides which can reach much further when theres been a storm and far exceed their usual norm.
Tomorrow morning they will find the sea has not left much behind.
But they will still search carefully because they think that there might be
some treasure they have missed before. When they have searched the sandy shore
Beach combers are a hopeful breed, they know one day they will succeed.
Grow rich beyond their wildest dreams their heads are full of madcap schemes
of what they’ll do as wealthy men but keep on searching until then.
It has been known before today that some beachcombers came away
with golden doubloons by the score which they discovered on the shore.
I do not claim this can’t be true. I think such finds are rare and few.
I have researched the evidence and find that most is sheer nonsense.
But local legends long endure although no one can say for sure.
That any treasure ship was wrecked along this coast but I suspect.
That it makes little difference, dreamers aren’t known for common sense.

8-Jan-09

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Assayed and found wanting.

I saw a(lady) passing by
and I was very glad she passed
Everything about her was a lie.
Pure deception unsurpassed.
Despite the glances which she cast
in my direction hoping to.
Snare my attention hold me fast
She did not know how much I knew
about her somewhat shady past
.She only saw me as a male
who could be fooled from first to last
Her efforts were to no avail.
I can tell gold from common ore
because I have been fooled before.

Sunday,28 February 2010
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A whole new ball game.

The time had come for me to go and leave the world of work behind
I was not sure, did not know how I would occupy my mind
To fill the long hours of the day. I knew some things I’d like to try.
But work had left small time for play and now there s was no reason why.

My times my own an I am free to try my hand at something new
from pottery to poetry and that is what I mean to do.
It may seem strange but now I find there are too few hours in the day.
To do the things I have in mind. I look at life a different way.

Retirement wrought a change in me I do the thing I want to do
I have no one to please but me. Something you can look forward to.
When you too leave the world of work behind. You’ll be too busy to regret.
The years you spent as a wage slave you’ll be quite happy to forget.

19-Jul-08

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Treasured

Treasure is a lovely love, a built book,
One of the heavens contains the treasure.
Treasure forbade me to truly become you,
Understanding the gold and silver is becoming clear.

Let golden items sway, let gold become heavenly
By being money and wealth of a man in reign.
The money colder is the money touched;
Anywhere you go, is the silver being rich?

Let coins be coins as far as the eyes glance,
The body I suffer shall happen to be in the river of gold.

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Passive Resistance.

Beneath the sky, the restless sea
Was lapping at the shingle shore.
As it had often done before.
The shingle resists stubbornly.
It won't surrender easily.
And when tide ebbs will restore
The pebbles from its endless store.
Kept in reserve permanently.
The shingle beach lies passively
The sea is forced to come and go.
Although it act aggressively
When the tide is in full flow.
It will retreat reluctantly
When tidal energy runs low.

Wednesday,29 February 2012
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Past and Present.

The truth is written in the rocks.
The Fossil Record does not lie.
Although it’s true it sometimes shocks.
We must accept new rules apply.
The facts we once believed were true
are proven false by further proof
that’s been unearthed. Something new
which takes us closer to the truth.
The truth is what we seek to find.
Try to take an unbiased view.
Attempt to keep an open mind
It’s something that we have to do.
There are still answers to be found
by accident deep underground.

Tuesday,11 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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Water is Gold

Water is precious gold
A treasure to the land
And the throne on which
People sit upon the sand

Mosaics of velvet grass
Pinks, oranges, purples blend
Scent of salt and floral
Perfumes among the men

Waves of blue hair
Sway in mother's breath
And bend to her tears
Until there is nothing left

But hope comes anew
When the sun returns
And heats up the soul
Until the passion tide burns

Passion and heat, yet not the only treasure
As the water is still liquid gold
But when the day has ended
That treasure has lost its hold.

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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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Forgotten.

I used to be a household name.
A notable celebrity.
I was a winner in life’s game
Now nobody remembers me.

I lived a life of luxury.
Spent every penny that I earned.
Today I live in poverty.
The tables well and truly turned.

I should have saved but I did not
I thought my fame would never end
I was contented with my lot.
But now I know you can’t depend.

On lady luck a fickle jade.
She builds you up then tears you down.
One day you top the hit parade
The next day you become unknown.

I only have myself to blame
Believed my own publicity
I gloried in my transient fame.
But lady luck deserted me.

I was a fool I must confess
But I chose not to think ahead.
What does it matter more nor less.
Most people think that am dead.

Instead I’m just an old has been
I slipped into obscurity
completely faded from the scene.
Nobody wants to remember me..

23/08/2009
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Why 08 friend Thad

When Autumn comes promising gain.
This bounty we will gratefully accept.
The fruits of our hard labours we expect
assisted by the sunshine and the rain.
The roots and fruits and the sunripened grain,
which industrious workers will collect.
Although sometimes we learn by harsh precept.
The harvest fails and hunger stalks the land,
Then men adopt a different attitude.
Why this should be we cannot understand
Good harvests gain our earnest gratitude.
But should the harvest fail then we demand
from God an answer couched in language rude.

1-Oct-08
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Unlimited offer

Unlimited offer.

With broken wings no bird can fly,
enjoy the freedom of the sky
But wings can heal and often do.
This is the hope I offer you.
Like broken hearts can be repaired.
As you will find if you’re not scared
then you will find a love that’s true
This is the hope I offer you.
You have a dream and must believe.
If you persist you will achieve
Discard whatever’s stopping you.
This is the hope I offer you
So grasp this chance and hold on tight
and everything will turn out right.

15-Oct-08

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Nothing New under the sun

The sunlight shimmers on the sea.
Its light reflects from white wave crests
The waves which roll in endlessly
engaged upon their ceaseless quest.
Twice every day the tide comes in.
Twice every day the tide flows out.
It fights a battle it can’t win
That is the truth without a doubt.
The sea and land each have their place.
Although the boundaries can change
and very often leave no trace.
Except to make the shore look strange
Not quite the way it used to be
for it is changing constantly.

14/05/2009
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Not even a knight bannarette.

Not even a knight bannerette.

Today some wannabees long to be
part of the aristocracy.
So they research their family tree
in search of noble ancestry.
They’re quite prepared to spend their brass
to prove that they are upper class.
I’m sad to say that most; alas
Find ancestors they’d rather pass
Although they hope they rarely find.
The noble blood they have in mind.
But plenty of the common kind.
The family legend’s undermined.
Eventually they realise.
The family legend’s based on lies.

Monday,16 August 2010
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Legacy.

Legacy

Ghosts from the past, our ancestors.
Though long since dead are part of us.
WE must accept this truth of course.
Our forbears weren’t all glorious.
If you research your family tree
You’ll be surprised by what you find.
Most forbears were quite ordinary.
But some of them have left behind.
Abilities and qualities.
Which are passed down through their offspring
in varying quantities.
You can be sure of just one thing.
Today we are the latest batch
of evolutions mix and match.

Wednesday,29 December 2010
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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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Beyond Price For M lady Catrina

I find delight in simple things.
I do not yearn for luxuries,
A tiny gift lends my heart wings
Because he’s chosen it for me

We are not rich but have enough
to pay for our necessities.
I do not need expensive stuff.
A token’s always sure to please

He is my man and does his best
To ensure he fulfils my needs
Though other folks are not impressed.
I have no doubt that he succeeds.

What others think irrelevant
He is my man and I’m content.

9-Mar-09
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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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