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The Daily Round.

The grey dawn breaks and I awake,
slowly and reluctantly.
A wash and shave is all it takes
for me to wake up properly.
I get dressed automatically
in preparation for the day.
But first I need some fresh coffee
before I plunge into the fray.
The household chores which must be done,
although I did them yesterday
But yesterday’s already gone
and tomorrow is on its way.
the household tasks always remain
and every day need done again.

Friday,29 January 2010
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New every Morning for M'lady Ann Beard

The Blackbird leads the dawn chorus.
His feathered cousins harmonise.
Their morning music glorious.
As if the song birds realise.
The opalescent light of dawn
provides them with the perfect cue.
To greet the new day newly born
as they are well equipped to do.
Each songster adding something to
the melodies that intertwine.
A ritual forever new
as they instinctively combine
into a choral symphony
Their every note blends perfectly.

Friday,29 January 2010
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Bidders Beware.

Bidders Beware.

A tiny lady, elderly
Quietly dressed in navy blue.
She’s not as she appears to be.
You may be forced to change your view.

She’s here to buy make no mistake
a regular at auction sales.
You can be sure she’s wide awake.
Extremely sharp she rarely fails.

To spot a bargain expertly.
She knows what she’s prepared to pay
and with her well tried strategy
She manages to pay her way.
She will emerge successfully
from her latest spending spree.

Friday,14 May 2010.
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Transfiguration.

Transfiguration?

The sunset was spectacular
Transforming the familiar
Sights which I am accustomed to
Into a very different view.
The slated roofs no longer grey
But changing with the interplay
Reflected colours from the sky
which blend and merge then multiply.
Creating a surreal beauty
Which hides the stark reality
That I am faced with every day.
Monotony in black and grey.
I watch until the colours fade.
Reluctantly I draw the shade.

Wednesday,18 January 2012
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Lament of a filing clerk.

Another day draws to its close.
A boring day like yesterday.
Much like tomorrow I suppose.
Each and every day the same.

I go to work from nine to five
The boredom starts when I arrive.
I hardly know that I'm alive
Each and every day the same

Though I' well paid for what I do
I would like to try something new.
A day dream which will not come true
.Each and every day the same.

I'd like to change but dare not try.
I'll be nobody ‘til I die.

26/02/2012
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Outstandingly average.

Outstandingly average.

I’m extraordinarily
ordinary. My only claim
to fame is my normality
I’ll never be a household name.
Nor do I think I’d want to be.
A bit player in life’s game
I do not court publicity
I ask for neither praise nor blame.
I’ll settle for obscurity.
I have no goal for which I aim.
I am content to simply
be a spectator of life’s game.
Express my views in poetry
To no effect quite probably.

Wednesday,13 October 2010
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Nightfall for M'Lady Ernestine

The evening sky in shades of grey.
Light grey, dark, grey, all tinged with gold
Denotes the ending of the day.
I watch entranced as I behold
the darkness falling gradually.
The blue transmutes to indigo,
the last remnants of day light flee.
Reluctantly but they must go.
The stars come slowly into view.
The constellations wheel and turn,
forever old, forever new
and catch your eye each in their turn.
If I but wait the moon will rise.
Each night provides some new surprise.

18-Jul-08
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What can you lose?

I’ve dreams to spare and dreams to share
For those of you prepared to dare
to leave behind reality
and try a little fantasy.

Although my dreams may not be new.
The promise that I make to you.
My dreams are all in good repair,
though some have seen a lot of wear.

You need not pay my dreams are free
because they’re low technology.
You do not need a power source
to view my dreams.Although of course

you must return them when you’re done
and if you’re truly satisfied
Exchange them for another one.
All sorts of dreams can be supplied.

Friday,22 January 2010
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I am a man!

I am a man full grown.
I have the right to choose
To make my way alone
What have I got to lose? .

If I refuse to do
as you expect me to.
I owe nothing to you

I will choose my own way.
Today and every day

I am man, my own man

Friday,05 March 2010
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September afternoon for M lady Ernestine.

September sun spasmodically
breaks through the clouds which threaten rain.
Sometimes the clouds triumphantly
block out the sunshine once again.
I watch and wait expectantly
to see the sun come smiling through
A little optimistically
I hope to see the sky turn blue.
The storm clouds try but can’t resist
a brisk wind blowing from the sea
They have no choice the wind persists
Although they move reluctantly.
The clouds are gone the sun shines on
and will do ‘til the day is done.

Wednesday,08 September 2010
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Enough Already

I sometimes wish my muse would take
a holiday, A longish break.
She is convinced she has the right
to badger me by day and night.
There’s other things I want to do.
I love to write that is quite true
But household chores must still be done.
I’d like a little time for fun
A bit of time to paint and draw
I don’t have time to anymore’
I have some books I want to read
but constantly she fills my head
with poetry, she cannot see
Sometimes I need some time for me.

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Enough already.

I sometimes wish my muse would take
a holiday, A longish break.
She is convinced she has the right
to badger me by day and night.
There’s other things I want to do.
I love to write that is quite true
But household chores must still be done.
I’d like a little time for fun
A bit of time to paint and draw
I don’t have time to anymore’
I have some books I want to read
but constantly she fills my head
with poetry, she cannot see
Sometimes I need some time for me.

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Uninvited company for M 'lady Ernestine

Shy shadows surreptitiously,
when twilight falls invade my room.
I do not let this worry me
they have the right to I assume.
When morning breaks they quickly go
I understand that they must hide.
But where they go I do not know
Some secret place where they abide.
Until the twilight sets them free.
It is then they venture out
silently and stealthily
They are set free to roam about..
I know the shadows mean no harm
and see no reason for alarm

Sunday,17 January 2010.
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Am I? for friend Thad.

I think therefore I am but I
can only be aware of me.
If I should ask could you reply
with well considered honesty.

I am as I appear to be
to myself with my inner eye
Or do you see me differently
and if so can you tell me why.

Or will you simply lie to me
and tell me what I want to hear.
Because you think that you can see
the truth might be too much to bear.

I think therefore I am but I
Cannot claim true validity
There’s no real way to verify.
The simple fact that I am me.

Monday,25 January 2010
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Bardic tradition

The yarns I spin to entertain
are never wholly fictional
I let sufficient truth remain
so they can seem quite factual.
Sometimes I find readers accept
My narratives as being true.
Although it’s not what I expect
it makes me proud to think they do.
From the feed back which I receive
It seems I unintentionally
create something they can believe.
It’s highly complimentary.
Though fashions change, bards can still spin
a likely tale to take you in.

Saturday,30 January 2010
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Heavenly Messenger.

Heavenly messenger.

As morning breaks the still, dark lake
reflects the opalescent light.
The waterbirds begin to wake.
Then somewhere near a lark takes flight.
This tiny bird whose melody
informs the world of a new day.
She rises singing joyously.
The blackbird adds his roundelay.
A pleasure for the ears and eyes
of early rising men who see
the pastel colours of sunrise.
Spread from the east above the sea.
I am content to listen to
her hymn of praise forever new.

Saturday,11 September 2010
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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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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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Anticipation.

Anticipation.

I must accept that you have gone
one step ahead you have moved on.
I’m certain we will meet again
some otherwhere, some otherwhen.
We had no secrets you and I.
We always knew that one would die
and leave the other one behind.
That you went first I do not mind.
I could not bear to think of you.
Suffering the way I do.
Although I know I must wait
I know I can anticipate.
The joy we’ll share when we next meet.
Together once again: Complete.

Friday,31 December 2010
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Yesterday, When I Was Mad

Yesterday (yesterday yesterday)
Yesterday (yesterday yesterday)
Yesterday (yesterday yesterday) when i was mad
Yesterday (yesterday yesterday) when i was mad
Darling, you were wonderful, you really were quite good
I enjoyed it, though, of course, no one understood
A word of what was going on, they didn't have a clue
They couldn't understand your sense of humour like i do
You're much too kind
I smiled with murder on my mind
Yesterday, when i was mad
And quite prepared to give up everything
Admitting, i don't believe
In anyone's sincerity, and that's what's really got to me
Yesterday (yesterday yesterday)
Yesterday (yesterday yesterday) when i was mad

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Surface Show for M 'lady Ernestine

Mayhap my lady teaseth me
When she derides the way I dress.
She mocketh me for soberness
But I forgive her readily
In all else though she pleaseth me.
She knows right well I must impress
my masters with my worthiness
That’s why I dress so soberly.
Though she can flaunt her finery
As well befits a pretty maid
But I alas must remain staid
When we are in society.

But when we are alone she knows
That I can act quite differently.
When I can don much brighter clothes
Which she approves apparently.
I am a peacock in disguise
which to my lady’s no surprise.

Sunday,17 January 2010
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