Staff Welfare? ?
I must insist that you desist.
Your pointless questions I resist.
But you continue to persist.
A typical psychiatrist.
The questions that you ply me with
all appertain to Mr Smith
and to the town of Aberystwith.
This has to cease: right now, forthwith.
I fear you are in error sir
Although you do not want to hear.
I am in fact your manager
and your mistake may cost you dear.
It seems you have your wires crossed
and will not listen, you have lost
the plot. What worries me the most.
You seem to be deaf as a post.
Have you trouble with your hearing
Or have you merely lost your bearings.
A psychiatrist should be caring
I find your attitude is wearing
away at my patience.
I’m fast losing confidence
in your ability to sense
what is bothering your patients.
I think perhaps it would be best
if you were forced to take a rest.
This is an order, no request
It seems that you are deeply stressed.
I will arrange cover for you.
That is the least that I can do.
This is the course I must pursue
You understand of course you do.
Although you are a little mad
at present you are not too bad.
There is no reason to be sad
you’ll get the rest you haven’t had
You must take all the time you need
I am so glad that you’ve agreed
Just rest relax and perhaps read
and soon you will be up to speed
Your job will still be here for you.
When we are sure you’re able to
do your work as you used to.
Good therapists are far too few.
We can’t afford to let you go.
You are one of the best, I know
your suspension comes as a blow
But you must learn to take it slow.
I can state clearly you’ll be missed
a senior staff psychiatrist.
Not just a number on some list
So be a good chap don’t resist.
You know I have the power to
recommend that we sack you.
Something I do not want to do
You must believe that it is true.
So ends an awkward interview
I have done all that I could do.
Of course it’s subject to review
By the bosses I report to.
They may think I was incorrect.
An outcome that I don’t expect
I think I have earned their respect
I’m sure they’ll ask me to select.
A locum who will work for less
but who can stand up to the stress.
I have no choice but to confess
the systems in a dreadful mess.
It’s pointless voicing a complaint
We are under such constraint.
You need the patience of a saint.
And that is something which I aint
19/08/2009
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Thankless Task.
Thankless Task.
Death never takes a holiday.
He has too long a waiting list.
He has to work twelve hours a day.
Because we humans will persist.
In fighting wars for no good cause.
We cannot learn to live in peace
We always think that sheer brute force
Will overcome our enemies..
It seems that we will never learn
violence begets violence
and hatred will hatred return
We seem bereft of moral sense.
When friendship can pay dividends.
Why human beings choose to fight
Make enemies instead of friends.
When they could do the opposite,
Death never takes a holiday.
Although really needs a rest..
He has to work twelve hours a day.
He has good reason to protest.
Perhaps when the last man dies.
Then death can take a holiday.
He will rejoice at our demise.
And who could blame him anyway.
Thursday,25 March 2010
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Ultimatum
Above, below to left or right.
There is no where that I can hide,
my muse finds me and makes me write.
My wants must go unsatisfied
She interrupts my sleep and meals
insists that I take up my pen.
She has no idea how it feels
to be forced to write again.
She wakes from my peaceful dreams
and asks me why I’m wasting time.
She has a whole new list of themes
for me to translate into rhyme.
I think she has insomnia
Or else prefers to work at night.
She’ll really have to learn I fear
I am entitled not to write.
I need to sleep, I need to eat
I need some time to call my own.
But she refuses to retreat
She thinks she occupies a throne.
And her commands I must obey
immediately without protest.
Ignoring every word I say
convinced that only she knows best.
I dig my toes in and refuse
sometimes a man must make a stand.
I only have a muse to lose
At last she seems to understand.
That I’m not at her beck and call
I have other things I must do.
Her attitude won’t do at all’
It’s something that she must review.
I only write when I want to,
not when muse decides I should.
Renewal of her contracts due
That fact alone should give her food
for thought. I may decide not to renew.
If she wants to retain her place
She will do as I tell her to
accept my bidding with good grace.
There are some muses unemployed
Seeking for opportunities
who would be simply overjoyed
to get the chance to work with me.
She really has to realise
There’s limits to my patience
which she far too often tries.
The time has come to show some sense.
I am in charge and not my muse.
Although she thinks that she should be
I’ve had enough of her abuse
She either leaves or obeys me.
2-Aug-08
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Life Review. fot J.T, Ellison
When you grow old as you must do
and you look backward to review.
The way that life has treated you
Where you have been, what you’ve achieved.
The blessings given and received.
a great deal more than you believed.
I think you find you are impressed
You know you’ve always done your best
and you have earned the right to rest.
No longer part of the rat race
You live your life at your own pace.
Perhaps you can accept with grace
When you conclude your life review.
You’ve done what you were meant to do.
05/09/2009
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I am my own man for Jt Ellison
They say I’m mad but I don’t care
It’s merely eccentricity
If I was poor I would be mad
but I am not which makes me glad
I have my own psychiatrist
He thinks he knows much more than me.
He has delusions which persist
Which I encourage quietly.
So he advances theories
meant to explain what makes me tick.
Tries to diagnose some disease.
He cannot see I am not sick.
I did not choose to be a clone
accept opinions tailor made
He is a fool he should have known
That I would see through his charade.
I am not mad just different.
Simply because I choose to be
I go my own way quite content
Proud of my eccentricity.
12-Oct-08
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Life Gets Me To Wonder
(10/01/11)
Life gets me to wonder, life gets me to think
Am I losing my mind, am I on the brink.
So many questions that enter my mind every day
I think hard about one, and the rest seem to fade away.
Once I find the answer then to the next level I will go
It’s amazing - how god lets us know.
Every question and every answer is a step
That we must climb - and we’ll continue to do this
Till the end of our time.
We will always have questions - that’s why
God gave us a mind.
Knowledge is power on that I don’t deny.
But there are more questions than any of us care to admit
And when we can’t answer them - we surely catch a fit.
Questions about health, love, work, religion
Just to name a few - this list goes on
What are we supposed to do.?
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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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Before the beginning
Why does the human race exist?
Unanswered questions will persist.
Philosophers and scientists
All try to penetrate the mists.
It seems as if each answer found,
leads to a question more profound.
It often seems the evidence
flies in the face of common sense.
Some premises I accept as true
may seem quite different to you.
The things we know or think we know.
Frequently prove to be not so.
It all depends how we perceive
the so called facts which we believe.
Is there a God it would seem so.
I can believe but do not know.
We cannot prove it either way
and so unanswered questions stay.
Unanswered now as they have done
since mans history was begun.
Although we ask we get no reply
Is God still there or did he die?
16/04/2009
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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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Help Wanted
I am compelled, perhaps obsessed.
Would be a better choice of word.
My muse allows me little rest.
She is convinced that she know best
No matter how much I protest
She insists she has the right
To make me write by day and night.
I sometimes feel I am possessed
Although the idea seems absurd.
My judgement marred by lack of rest
I find reality is blurred.
I’m sure my muse abuses me
I’m tired of her tyranny.
I really think that it would be
Better if she left. Undeterred
She still insists that she knows best.
And acts as if she hasn’t heard.
That poets can dismiss their muse
When they are guilty of abuse.
I’m sick of being under stress
Although I would have much
preferred not to cause my muse distress
She pretended she misheard.
When I told her we were through
It was the only thing to do.
I did not like her attitude.
But now I am without a muse.
Although I have some aptitude
I must arrange some interviews
I will be careful when I choose
Some muse to fill the vacancy.
A muse that will not bully me.
Monday,17 October 2011
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Creatures
My name is volatile
Ive been this way a long while
Id surely like to rest
But the energy gets the best of me
Its been a wild ride
I wouldnt change a minute
I cant slow down inside
Guess thats why I live it
The years of mischief
Followed by weeks of thrift
I land on earths hard face
No legs could keep that pace
And through the rest I sift
Is there ever a time
When the state of sleeping willingly leaves my mind
Highly frustrated wanna feel elated
Come monday morn you feel checkmated
You can be uncool and become the rule
Exceptions were made to drown
Im not used to it, youd think Id be by now
The ins the outs the ups and the downs
I wanna make a mess
I wanna blow off stress
I wanna stoke the fire
Just creatures for a while
I wanna make a mess
I wanna blow off stress
I wanna stoke the fire
Just creatures, Just creatures
It comes and goes and comes and goes
Sometimes I go a little crazy
Sometimes I go a little crazy just like you I do
I know what you were gonna say
But were afraid to cause dismay
Youre lyrics switched around
The mixture watered down
And now a pointless display
Its something one wont understand
Unless there in it with me hand and hand
Dont buy the fear dont buy that my dear
The things you love you must keep near and
Carry on and you wont feel withdrawn
Even if youre coming down
Sometimes its wearable sometimes is bearable
I careen towards balance til the glass is full
I wanna make a mess
I wanna blow off stress
I wanna stoke the fire
Just creatures for a while
I wanna make a mess
I wanna blow off stress
I wanna stoke the fire
Just creatures, just creatures
It comes and goes and comes and goes
Sometimes
Sometimes I get a little out there
Sometimes I go off
Sometimes just like you
I go a little crazy
Sometimes I go a little crazy just like you I do
Sometimes I go a little crazy
Sometimes I go a little crazy just like you I do
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Learning New Skills: something a little different
I smell the rancid stench of fear.
Although you sense that I am near.
You give no credibility
to anything which you can’t see.
You don’t believe in ghosts as such
And yet you’re conscious of my touch.
But you refuse to listen to
the inner voice that’s telling you
There are some things you can’t explain.
Some hidden aspect of your brain.
Which knows a great deal more than you
are prepared to believe is true.
You are aware your terrified
of something but you can’t decide.
If it is fact or fantasy.
Should you fight or should you flee.
I can’t do what I used to do.
All I can do is frighten you
I cannot harm you physically.
That pleasure is forbidden me.
I feed upon the scent of fear
To satisfy my appetite.
Before I died I used to kill
And if I could I would still kill.
But I cannot I’m just a ghost
one of the great unnumbered host.
Who have to pay the penalty
for who and what they used to be.
A never ending punishment
For those who can’t or won’t repent.
As long as I can frighten you
I will continue making do.
A lesser thrill I must confess
But it feeds me none the less.
The taste of terror exquisite
It titillates my appetite
for cruelty. I am still proud to be
operating sadistically.
Inflicting mental cruelty.
A student of psychology.
Although you sense that I am near
You cannot understand your fear.
There’s very little you can do.
I am more powerful than you.
Though disembodied I exist
as tenuous as morning mist.
And while I do your fears persist.
You need to find an exorcist.
30/08/2009
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Stress Is Kept As It Depresses
A kept stress depresses.
And to confess it isn't the best thing to do...
If one is trying to prove,
They can be super human too.
Some folks brag about what they can do,
When stressed.
As if happiness and getting rest...
Is something to detest.
And these same people,
Complain about having a loss of time.
They can't seem to find any of it,
To relax and ease their minds.
But stress is kept as it depresses.
As people care less to openly profess,
What a doctor has prescribed...
As a remedy to recommend and suggest.
Yet those who believe,
Others they must impress...
Are often those left alone,
With physical and mental issues...
A discomforting breakdown has forced them to address.
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Farmers Complaint
The frosted fields are lying fallow.
The frozen ground will not allow
free passage to the farmers plough
Though things will change they always do
Then is the time he must review
the wisest course he can pursue.
He needs to plough then he must sow
the kind of crops he wants to grow
he can’t afford to be too slow.
When spring sunshine ignites the fuse.
A farmer has no time to lose.
Excuses are of little use.
Spring is the time of life’s rebirth.
He must prepare the fertile earth
and labour hard to prove his worth
.
The seasons cycle in their turn
as every farmer has to learn
If you don’t work you cannot earn.
A farmer only prospers when
he works harder than other men
or so they say time and again.
I do not know it may be true
That farmers have too much to do.
I don’t believe it though. Do you?
11-Jan-09
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Insomnia
The old retired psychiatrist
Professor 'Euphoria' who awakes in the middle of the night.
Nowadays he was copying Idioms.
He complains of an acute pain in his body.
But he is not aware of the exact place.
He visits a young dentist Dr.So-Called
and forced him to extract his cavity tooth?
He did a thorough check and found it was a denture.
Then he said 'Nothing wrong with your teeth
anyhow I'll refer you to the prominent psychiatrist Professor Euphoria?
I have heard about him and his talents
from my patients'.
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If I had my way everyone would have a psychiatrist. When the brain is sick and you must throw up, you do it by being purged in a psychiatrist's office.
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'The Mark' I played a psychiatrist. And in the '50's everybody went to a psychiatrist because if you didn't, you'd have nothing to talk about at cocktail parties.
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Beyond our ken for M'lady Francesca
Mans boundless curiosity
is not and will never be
satisfied sufficiently
He can’t accept the status quo
There is so much he wants to know
He is obsessed and can’t let go
He seeks for knowledge constantly
but is not wise enough to see.
There is no end there cannot be.
Compelled by curiosity
Inventing new technology
to try and solve the mystery
Of who and what and why he’s here.
But he is doomed to fail I fear.
New questions constantly appear.
The more he learns the less he knows
Although his stock of knowledge grows
His understanding of it slows.
The mind of man can’t comprehend
The quest for knowledge has no end.
We fool ourselves if we pretend.
That there is nothing else to find
and everything has been defined.
A fact to which I am resigned.
Though I’ll continue to pursue
each and every smallest clue.
I have no choice I’m compelled to.
Sunday,18 July 2010
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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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Redirected
The Phantom spoke. He said repent.
I replied I’m innocent.
The Phantom spoke again annoyed
You must repent or be destroyed.
I can’t repent what I’ve not done
I think my friend you should begone
You seem to have your wires crossed.
It seems to me you have got lost
I am Mother Superior.
I’m not who you are looking for
Why don’t you try the Vatican
where if you try I’m sure you can
find many there in residence.
Though they protest their innocence
Evil men, so called priests
who have behaved like rutting beasts.
Protected by the Mother Church
Which has obstructed every search
Misuse of power to delay
every attempt to make them pay.
The Phantom groaned, apologised
confessed he had been ill advised
and would go to investigate.
The Holy See, The city state.
I understand he is there still
his sacred duties to fulfil.
I rather think that he will be
kept busy for eternity.
25/06/2009
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Moonlight and Poses
Sweet words can lead a girl astray.
Accept the fact that men will lie
You know full well the reason why.
Some men believe that if they try
a naïve girl might just give way
Sweet words can lead a girl astray
To men love is game they play
and so they lie to get their way.
Sweet words can lead a girl astray.
Any mature woman knows
that men are driven by their lust
and their sweet words you cannot trust.
The question which she has to pose
Is this a man who I can trust?
Any mature woman knows
There is no reason to adjust
what she believes unless she must.
Any mature woman knows
There comes a time she cant resist.
She knows she’s acting foolishly
but they surrender easily.
Because their libidos insist
they explore sexuality
There comes a time they can’t resist.
Deceptive moon light may assist
surrender of the chastity.
We should excuse them readily.
There comes a time they can’t resist.
They blame the moonlight and the man
deny responsibility
for their sexuality
Because they are quite sure they can
expect at least some sympathy.
They blame the moonlight and the man.
Perhaps I’m judging unfairly
but that is how it seems to me.
They blame the moonlight and the man.
It takes a woman and a man
a mutual complicity.
So neither one can be guilt free.
It has been so since time began
throughout recorded history.
It takes a woman and a man.
Theres little probability
that things will change foreseeably.
It takes a woman and a man.
Triolet quartet
23/08/2009
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