Unseen dangers!
She prowls the floor then sits and stares.
But when I look there’s nothing there
But still watches carefully.
What does she see that I can’t see?
I wonder why she sits and stares.
Nothing will catch her unawares.
Perhaps she is protecting me
from dangers that I cannot see.
Cats tend to mind their own affairs.
They’re secretive and will not share.
The only thing that worries me.
I still don’t know what she can see.
Why should I worry needlessly?
While she watches protectively.
Thursday,22 September 2011
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Grandmama
She sits and rocks contentedly.
She’s grateful for the evening breeze
which is perfumed by lilac trees
and cools the air considerably.
A picture of serenity
a comforter across her knees.
As she recalls fond memories
from long ago with clarity.
What day it is she does not know
her short term memory is gone
She sits and rocks quite happily
and watches as the sun sinks low.
She understands when day is done
but little else apparently.
She’s cared for by her family.
Who make sure she is comfortable
She is no longer capable
of living independently..
No longer as she used to be.
A sight that makes them sad to see
as she regresses mentally.
Though they are glad she does not know.
Appears to suffer no distress
quite happy in her mindlessness.
They think perhaps its better so.
10-Aug-08
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He Just Sits Silently
A little man sits
silently on a high shelf
watching the proceeding below.
From his vantage point
in the café he watches
the owners come and go.
He is a porcelain figure
who stares out at all.
He never smiles or frowns
at anything that goes on.
He just sits silently there.
19 March 2008
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I lnow I think so I must be for Friend Michael
I think therefore I am; To me
this does not seem at all correct.
I am therefore I think; Would be
much more accurate I suspect.
I do not let it worry me.
Though J.P.Sartre was concerned
I am content to merely be.
That is one lesson I have learned.
Why should I worry needlessly
about the things I do not know.
I have my own philosophy
I just accept it must be so
I can think, therefore I exist.
That is the truth I must insist.
Monday,17 May 2010
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Selina sees our misery.
The moon mistress of mystery
has observed mankind’s history.
For centuries and centuries.
Though she has seen it all before
Mankind’s love of making war
Against her rules which men ignore.
While trying to impose their will
on other men. They lack the skill
to come to terms and so they kill.
The goddess watches in despair.
Because her children do not dare
to show each other that they care.
All members of one family
and still they squabble endlessly
Instead of living peacefully.
In time perhaps they will mature
and change the course of their nature
She hopes but cannot be sure.
Because her children have free will.
And choose their way for good or ill.
The goddess waits and watches still.
A symbol of serenity
she waits and watches patiently.
Long suffering humanity.
Monday,16 August 2010
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At least that's my excuse. For J.T.Ellison
Fatigue sets in more quickly now.
As passing years catch up with you.
But circumstances will allow
A quick cat nap which can only do.
A recharge of your batteries.
So do not let it worry you.
You must conserve your energies.
For things you really want to do.
I have a snooze each afternoon
A habit which I cultivate
I consider it to be a boon.
There is nothing which cannot wait.
Retirement has set me free
from any sense of urgency.
Saturday,11 September 2010
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A Cushy Billet.
Lunatic sonnet.
Psychiatrists have labelled me,
In doing so have set me free
From all responsibility.
I need not worry any more.
All of my needs are catered for.
I laugh until my sides are sore.
Although they keep me close confined.
To tell the truth I do not mind.
I left my troubles all behind.
When I was certified insane
I lose much less than what I gain.
I need not ever work again.
I live in idle luxury
My every want provided free.
Monday,15 August 2011
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Glass Ceiling.
Business women power dress.
Their sole intent is to impress
The world with their efficiency
and not their femininity.
Though many try few will succeed
Men are unwilling to concede
That any woman possibly
can hope to claim equality.
Men think that masculinity
confers superiority.
Though women know it isn’t true
There’s very little they can do.
To change the system that exists.
The old boy’s network will resist.
Thursday,03 March 2011
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Unseen enemy.
Unseen enemy.
We’ve had fierce gales and heavy rain.
A lull and then it starts again
The blue sky suddenly turns gray
We know bad weather’s on its way
Though up to now we’ve had no snow
Although the temperatures are low.
The frost makes walking hazardous
and broken bones are dangerous
When you are old you must beware
of dangers lurking everywhere.
Old brittle bones are prone to break.
It could be you make no mistake.
The black ice which you did not see
Can bring you down so easily.
Thursday,12 January 2012
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No-Name The Cat
The cat and I stare at the room
No-name the cat, the cat and I,
She stares at me, I at the gloom
The house lies still as a vaulted tomb.
She sits and waits, No-name the cat,
Sits and waits for a sign from me
But I in the corner chair am sat
And make no sign for No-name the cat.
We’re all alone, alone are we
No-name the cat, the cat and I
Only the two, No-name and me
Yet once in the past we numbered three.
Now on the floor, between us two
No-name the cat, and me, lies you.
Your eyes are staring, your cheek is slack,
Your tongue’s thrust out and your face is blue.
The cat and I stare at the room
No-name the cat, the cat and I,
She stares at me, I at the gloom
The house lies still as a vaulted tomb.
30 June 1999
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Companions
The old maid and her tabby cat
Live together happily
in their small ground floor council flat
Where from the window they can see.
Pedestrians who hurry by intent
upon their own affairs
But others walk more soberly
as though weighed down by worldly cares.
They are content to stay at home
and watch the busy world go by
The cat is far too old to roam
her mistress ventures out to buy.
Although she goes reluctantly
the food they need from local stores.
The grocers and the bakery.
The old cat stays at home of course
but welcomes her ecstatically.
The moment that she steps inside
their haven of security.
Safe from the dangers of outside.
They keep each other company
the old maid and her tabby cat.
They are contents as they can be
in their small ground floor council flat.
29-Jul-08
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Too good to be true?
Sometimes it’s wise to hesitate
And choose to look before you leap.
There is no point in tempting fate.
You may just find the price too steep.
There’s no such thing as a free lunch
there never was nor will there be
So pay attention to your hunch.
Examine very carefully.
What lies behind the proffered deal
The hidden hooks to catch you out
What do the honeyed words conceal?
They will be hooks without a doubt.
You are far too wise to believe.
The scams which fool the more naïve.
Sunday,29 January 2012
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Uncertainty for Friend J.T. Ellison
There is a question troubling me.
How do I know that I am me?
You question my identity
I answer satisfactorily.
You are convinced that I am me.
Though I have passed your scrutiny
and proved I’m who I claim to be
I’m half convinced that I might be
somebody else who thinks he’s me.
This worries me considerably.
I can’t be sure that I am me
A crisis of identity.
You would worry if you were me
plagued by this uncertainty.
6-May-08
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Hope overcomes experience.
I understand that love can die.
Without a cause apparently.
There is no point in asking why.
We must accept that agony
replaces erstwhile ecstasy
We used to share so long ago.
So we decide reluctantly
the time has come we must let go.
We can retain fond memories
or do our damndest to forget
though neither can be done with ease.
Because we are not ready yet.
No doubt we’ll fall in love again
undeterred by our past pain.
Thursday,27 May 2010
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Writers Block-Poppycock
I think that there will never be
A lack of wonders we can see.
For those of us prepared to look
in mother natures own scrap book.
We have the time to stand and stare
at beauty we find everywhere.
A flower where it should not be
inspires us to write poetry.
We poets are a special breed
and poetry fulfils our need.
To share the beauty we can see.
We choose our language carefully.
Creating images to share
with anybody anywhere.
Monday,26 July 2010
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His Eye Is On The Sparrow
Why should I feel discouraged
Why should the shadows come
Why should my heart feel lonely
And long for heaven and home
When Jesus is my portion
A constant friend is He
His eye is on the sparrow
And I know He watches over me
His eye is on the sparrow
And I know He watches me
I sing because I'm happy
I sing because I'm free
His eye is on the sparrow
And I know He watches me (He watches me)
His eye is on the sparrow
And I know He watches
I know He watches
I know He watches me
I sing because I'm happy
I sing because I'm free
His eye is on the sparrow
And I know He watches me (He watches me)
His eye is on the sparrow
And I know He watches me (He watches me)
He watches me
I know
He watches
Me
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A Sobering Tale.
Sometimes he sits, sometimes he thinks.
At other times combines the two
More frequently he sits and drinks.
Because he cannot bear the view.
The only view that he can see
through pain filled eyes awash with tears.
He can remember vividly.
The promise of his early years.
When he was young and full of hope.
He had the whole world by the tail
But later found he could not cope,
although he tried to no avail.
Discovering that a drink or two
helped to alleviate the stress
A sorry story nothing new
His life became a complete mess.
He lost his job it had to come.
His drinking led to a divorce.
His wife then claimed the family home.
His life sped on it’s downwards course.
A friend became his enemy
because he let it take control.
It took him over completely.
Dependent now on alcohol.
No longer does he drink from choice
That luxury is now denied.
He drinks to still the nagging voice
which urges him to suicide.
Today he’s just a drunken bum
with nothing to look forward to.
Bar cheap red wine to make him numb
albeit temporarily.
Sometimes he sits, sometimes he thinks
sometimes he can combine the two.
More often though he sits and drinks
There’s nothing he would rather do.
10/10/2009
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No Chance!
.
Though gifted with great eloquence.
The candidate lacks common sense
He phrased his speech in such a way,
that few in any chose to stay.
His words though chosen carefully
would never get him elected.
They didn’t understand a word he said.
He might as well have stayed in bed.
We did not know what he stood for
and saw him as a crashing bore.
A patronising upper class snob
who’d never had a proper job.
Which spoilt his opportunity
to be elected an MP
Wednesday,08 September 2010
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Visible Deterrent.
.
Patrolling city streets by night.
On foot as policemen used to do
To check that everything’s alright
Gives you a very different view.
To the busy daytime streets, where
Throngs of people go to and fro.
Along the shopping thoroughfare
Or anywhere they want to go.
Some people see you as a threat
And others as a guardian.
As you patrol about your beat.
A uniformed policeman.
A sight you rarely see today.
I must admit to my dismay.
Sunday,25 September 2011
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Optomist 08
Optimist 08
Although it’s not a certainty.
There is a possibility
that I will reach a century
and then I will quite probably
Review my choices thoroughly.
Should I give in graciously
or dismiss death contemptuously.
The only thing that worries me.
A problem which I can foresee.
Will I retain my faculty?
still contribute coherently.
Will still know that I am me?
I do not think I’d like to be
a burden to my family.
I think I’d better wait and see
and not decide impulsively
I still have years ahead of me..
I have to think positively.
26-Jul-08
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Brief Encounter
Proud tomcats prowl when twilight falls
and fill the air with caterwauls.
They loudly boast of their prowess.
In their vain efforts to impress.
The pampered queens protected by
Owners determined to deny.
Fulfilment of the Tom cats dreams.
Successfully or so it seems.
But now and then a pampered queen.
Manages to escape unseen.
They can't resist the urge to mate.
Their owners find out far too late.
Their pampered pet undoubtedly
Is showing signs of pregnancy.
Thursday,09 February 2012
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