Personal Preference
Prudence acted prudently.
She valued her virginity,
Unlike her fellow student Pearl
who chose to be a party girl.
Prudence was prepared to wait
until she changed her single state
She much preferred matrimony
Although her friend did not agree.
Pearl was convinced life should be fun
Had no regrets for what she’d done
In fact believed her way of life
would make her a much better wife.
When she was ready to get wed.
At least when asked that’s what she said.
Which one was right I do not know
that’s something only time will show.
Prudence chose to remain chaste.
Pearl thought celibacy a waste.
Both could be right quite possibly
What right have I to disagree.
12/07/2009
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Dear Prudence
dear prudence, won't you come out to play
dear prudence, greet the brand new day
the sun is up, the sky is blue
it's beautiful and so are you
dear prudence won't you come out and play?
dear prudence open up your eyes
dear prudence see the sunny skies
the wind is low the birds will sing
that you are part of everything
dear prudence won't you open up your eyes?
look around round
look around round round
look around
dear prudence let me see you smile
dear prudence l ike a little child
the clouds will be a daisy chain
so let me see you smile again
dear prudence won't you let me see you smile
song performed by by Our Lady Peace
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Dear Prudence
Dear prudence, won't you come out to play
Dear prudence, greet the brand new day
The sun is up, the sky is blue
It's beautiful and so are you
Dear prudence won't you come out and play
Dear prudence open up your eyes
Dear prudence see the sunny skies
The wind is low the birds will sing
That you are part of everything
Dear prudence won't you open up your eyes?
Look around round
Look around round round
Look around
Dear prudence let me see you smile
Dear prudence like a little child
The clouds will be a daisy chain
So let me see you smile again
Dear prudence won't you let me see you smile?
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Either or: both can't be true fpr Joe Poewhit
No one canprove that God exists.
No one can prove that God does not
and yet the arguments persists.
I do not know which view is true.
Nobody does apparently.
What you believe is true for you.
What I believe is true for me.
I think the evidence suggests
we should agree to disagree.
Accept the possibility
that either viewpoint could be true.
God could be fact or fantasy.
Why should we argue fruitlessly.
An argument no one can win.
God must remain a mystery,
Tuesday,22 December 2009
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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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The only Way to go.
Some choose to grow old quietly
but others take a different view.
They chose to live disgracefully.
Why should you give up having fun.
Because you’ve reached a certain age.
There are still things you haven’t done.
You want to do before you die
Though your time may be limited.
You see no reason not to try
To make your madcap dreams come true.
Why should you sit and vegetate
as other folks expect you to.
You are the captain of your fate.
So you can do what you want to.
Tomorrow may be far too late.
So do it now immediately.
Regardless of the consequence.
What does it matter anyway?
Society may not agree.
You have the right to your own view
Choose to act disgracefully.
You’ll find that life is much more fun
than sitting watching the T.V.
Show the world you’re still someone
Seize every opportunity
that life’s prepared to offer you.
To shock your neighbours thoroughly.
They choose to sit and wait to die.
You choose to do the opposite.
You won’t surrender easily/
But fight until your final breath
because it is your nature to
Although you know you can’t beat death.
You know that one day you must die
but until then you choose to live
Just as you wish disgracefully.
01/09/09
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I'm still a man for M 'lady Milica
I’m still a man though I grow old
I am no longer brave and bold.
I think before I chose to act.
I have to face up to the fact.
I have to do as I am told.
I’m still a man
The aches and pains that trouble me
all tend to sap my energy.
I cannot do what I used to
That’s matterless for in my view
I’m still a man,
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15/10/2009
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I have decided: Finally.
My family donated me to mother church, a priest to be.
Because no one consulted me, I had no chance to disagree.
So in due course I was ordained and found I’d lost more than I gained
The church had educated me. I’d won a double first degree
My parents did what they thought best they acted in my interest.
There was no way I could protest. Though I must say I’m not impressed with the way that things were done and recently I have begun.
To realise resentfully my future was mapped out for me.
I am expected to repress the normal feelings I possess.
A problem which all priests address. I am a man no more no less.
I am quite certain that I would not have chosen the priesthood.
I have decided that I should quit the priesthood and for good
The practice of celibacy seems quite unnatural to me.
I am convinced a priest should be free to have a family.
The church has made a grave mistake expecting every priest to take
A vow which causes so much heart ache. I must resign: Make a clean break.
To earn my living honestly in some profession where I’m free
To wed and raise a family. Celibacy is not for me.
Monday,26 April 2010
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Black Pearl
Black Pearl
Black Pearl is my new car,
I have driven her quite far.
Up to South Carolina
and then on to the Midwest,
Black Pearl held up the very best.
She was a blessing sent to me,
she arrived on September 23.
I had to go out of town,
Car salesmen didn’t want me to breakdown.
So he gave me a sweet deal,
I got in Black Pearl on drove off with a thrill.
Black Pearl took me to Texas during Christmastime,
I visited with family and made it back just fine.
On way back stopped in Oklahoma to see friend,
this was all in year 2010.
Now Black Pearl is still with me,
I make she is maintained and she drives me safely.
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Vengeance delayed storypoem
My country taught me how to kill
and when I had sufficient skill
I was recruited secretly
to serve a special agency.
My given task was to erase
any who opposed our ways
at home abroad where I was sent
To which I gave my free assent.
I slowly came to realise
I could not always recognise.
My target as an enemy.
Suspected they were using me
Though I had little evidence.
Some missions seemed to make no sense
I was expected to obey
my instructions come what may/
My duty was to do or die
I had no right to question why
There was no way I could resign
or else the next death would be mine.
I had known other colleagues die
quite frequently Now I knew why.
I was convinced my turn would come
Because a dead man will stay dumb.
I chose instead to disappear.
Create a new life far from here.
Although I killed for my country
I’m certain they will search for me.
They are afraid that if I chose
their dirty secrets to expose.
They have no means of stopping
me whilst I remain at liberty
They would much rather I was dead.
I have a price upon my head.
So I have planned accordingly
If they succeed in killing me.
My story will be given to
the press who will know what to do
.I’ll take revenge posthumously.
on liars who exploited me.
22/04/2009
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Pearls
A pearl in an ocean of dreams,
What can I say, shot the beams?
A pearl in an ocean of hopes,
All I got was a lot of nopes.
A pearl in an ocean of fears,
Just hand me the beers.
Why a pearl in an ocean,
It has no motion?
(The pearl in me, it's my birthstone.)
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Two schools of thought.
.
The lady chose to take offence
Although I said she wrote fine prose
She may not know the difference
between poetry and prose
She thought that she wrote poetry
But what she wrote was free form prose.
I offered no apology
It was not my fault that she chose.
Not to learn the basic rules
defining prose and poetry
Two very different writing schools
in which to show your artistry.
The so called experts can’t agree
and coined the term poetic prose.
Though writing cannot possible
be classed as poetry and prose.
If it’s not metered it is prose
no matter how poetical.
But you’re entitled to compose.
Fine prose and call it poetry.
Though I suggest respectfully
you should be proud of writing prose.
As some do most successfully.
But it was poetry I chose
Thursday,11 March 2010
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Out of your rut! !
Sometimes a change of circumstance
which seems to be a tragedy.
Turns out to be a second chance
to take you where you ought to be.
Your firm decides it must downsize,
your job amongst the first to go.
Although you’re taken by surprise.
You know you set your sights too low
You have no choice but to review
the reasons that you chose to stay
In a job which offered you
nothing but boredom day by day.
Redundancy may prove to be
to your advantage in the end.
You must examine thoroughly
the options which you have my friend
Accept responsibility
Decide just what you want to do
and then go on triumphantly
You can make all your dreams come true.
14/05/2009
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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 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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Total Denial.
If the Messiah came again.
He would be certified insane.
Society could not possibly
allow him to preach and teach freely
I have no doubt he’d be confined
Because the powers that be would find.
That what he taught was dangerous
To every single one of us.
The rulers of the church and state
are not prepared to tolerate.
Any change to existing rules
which for years they’ve used as tools
To maintain the Status Quo
They do not want us all to know
They lack divine authority
They are not what they claim to be.
The guardians of morality
and keepers of the mystery.
They know the truth would set us free.
Of course they could not possibly.
Accept the fact that he might be
the ultimate authority.
They would decree that he must be
kept in protective custody.
No need for crucifixion.
Their method is a kinder one.
Keep him sedated constantly
which would work as effectively.
With no adverse publicity
Just dealt with bureaucratically.
We cannot say with certainty
The messiah is not presently.
Held in some institution
quite unknown to anyone.
Except perhaps the powers that be
Who act unjustly secretly.
08/08/2009
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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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Perfection for M Lady Allison
White chrysanthemum.
symbol of purity.
Perfect medium
chosen very carefully
by a man who knows
elegant simplicity.
His selection shows
his perspicacity.
The flower he chose
becomes the epitome
of his skill for all to see.
None can disagree
Artistry and modesty
On display apparently.
Choka sonnet
2-May-08
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Pearls Of Wisdom
Every author that I know,
will at some time or other,
hand out a small pearl of wisdom,
in his or her work somewhere.
It does not matter in what genre
in which they choose to write
their pen will slip one day
and a small pearl of wisdom
will spill out and come our way.
We are all creatures of choice
and authors are no exception to the rule
in that once you have written one pearl
you can guarantee
more pearls will follow.
13 October 2009
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When do a daughters duties cease storypoem
When do a daughters duties cease?
Wilt thou remain immaculate?
enamoured of the virgin state.
Remain always inviolate.
Art thou so sure this is thy fate?
Wilt thou reject matrimony
to moulder in some nunnery
Thou shouldst consider carefully
What such a future holds for thee.
Or is it as thy sire says.
That passing time will change thy ways
Endowing thee with greater grace.
Prepared to take thy rightful place.
Thy sire hath great plans for thee.
To see thee married happily
accepted by society.
This the future he can see.
Forget thy childish fantasy
Thou clingest to so stubbornly.
A cloistered life is not for thee
Thou lovest not austerity.
He now accepts regretfully
he overspent outrageously
To get thee wed successfully
The price of pride is penury.
To have a titled son in law
Won’t keep the bailiff from the door.
Nor satisfy his creditors
who hound him now without remorse.
Is it beneath thy dignity
to make some small enquiry.
To find out how thy father fares
Try to relieve him of his cares.
Thou livest now in luxury
whilst he must live in poverty
Hast thou forgot so easily
All that thy sire did for thee.
Although he acted foolishly
All that he did he did for thee.
He well deserves thy gratitude
and not thy thoughtless attitude.
Thou art a titled lady now
Perhaps thy husband will allow
thee to show thy sire the respect
he is entitled to expect.
Restore his fortunes so he can
although a sadder wiser man.
Again hold up his head with pride.
I pray that thou wilt so decide.
If not for love for charity
He seeketh not thy sympathy.
Nor does he seek for recompense
He did it all for love of thee.
The lady acted with all speed
she and her husband both agreed.
Her sire should reside with them
It was the perfect stratagem.
She thought her sire could agree
and still retain his dignity
and so it was she could repay
her father’s kindness in this way.
Is there a moral to this tale
or do I write to no avail.
I do not know you must decide
Was honour truly satisfied?
17/07/2009
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The Pearl Of Great Price
The pearl of great price was waiting...
In matchless majesty...
And he had no hesitating,
When he that pearl did see!
The merchant vowed that he would buy
The best that he could find
And so there was no asking why,
No doubt within his mind!
As with a perfect precious girl,
Like Esther in her day,
He fell in love with that pure pearl
And chose not to delay!
He ran to sell his treasures fast,
This best of all to own,
This blessing that was unsurpassed
That in the sea had grown...
When Jesus told the multitudes,
They smiled at what He said,
Because it changed their sullen moods
And thrilled their hearts instead!
To think, God's Kingdom costs much more
That Jesus bled and died,
To save lost souls, both rich and poor,
With love, arms open wide!
Through Calvary we learn so much!
We know that God forgives!
We know God grants His healing touch!
We know Lord Jesus lives!
We know the Holy Spirit shares
Himself with saints on Earth...
That's why the Father hears our prayers...
God knows how much we're worth...
To think, He would not spare His Son!
To think, He let Him die...
To think, through Christ lost souls are won,
Before the end draws nigh...
Thus Heaven waits each child of grace,
Who seeks to serve the King...
And blessed are those that see His face,
For He means everything...
Denis Martindale, copyright, June 2011.
The poem is about Rosalind Peters of
Revelation TV on Sky 581, here in the UK,
who wrote about The Pearl Of Great Price
in her blog on the Revelation TV website.
R Teenz is shown on Revelation TV...
It's presented by Rosalind Peters
here in the UK, as well as featured on
youtube, facebook and myspace...
youtube-dot-com/user/jesusrocks 789
and on facebook-dot-com/rteenz
and on myspace-dot-com/rteenz
R Teenz poem: tinyurl-dot-com/r-teenz
YOU can watch Revelation TV on Sky UK and
the website's Watch Now Internet connection.
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