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Watch and Pray.

A baby who was born too soon.
Is struggling bravely to survive
Perhaps the Gods will grant the boon
we ask and let this tiny baby live.
For now we watch with bated breath
for any sign of progress made
with our support to fend off death.
We hope and pray she makes the grade.
We can but wait and hope and pray
There's nothing else that we can do.
Nature has the final say
She can make our dreams come true.
Nature can correct mistakes
Total faith is all it takes.

Sunday,31 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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Love Is Holy

Written by rick nowels & ellen shipley
Love is holy, dont forget it
It will heal you if you let it
Love will strip you, leave you naked
Love is sexy, love is sacred
I put my faith in me and you
Somehow I know that well put through
Oh I feel my life passing by
Sometimes it makes me want to cry
Thank God Ive got you by my side
Every night I hope and pray
Nothing takes your love away
I lie awake just to watch you breathe
Love is holy when you lay with me
Love is holy baby stay with me
I dont understand the world today
Is everything made just to throw away
But you and I (you and I)
Get closer as time goes by (till I die)
I feel my love intensify
Baby youre a spiritual high
Every night I hope and pray
Nothing takes your love away
I lie awake just to watch you breathe
Love is holy when you lay with me
Love is holy baby stay with me
Love is holy, dont forget it
It will heal you if you let it
Love will strip you, leave you naked
Love is sexy, love is sacred
Every night I hope and pray
Nothing takes your love away
I lie awake just to watch you breathe
Love is holy when you lay with me
Love is holy baby stay with me
(every night I hope and pray)
(nothing takes your love away)
I lie awake just to watch you breathe
Love is holy when you lay with me
Love is holy baby stay with me

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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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Blinded by Bias.

Most scientists hypothesise.
Then try to prove their theories
Dame nature cuts them down to size.
Producing further mysteries.

Results they cannot replicate
although they try their very best
It seems they don’t appreciate.
There is no scientific test.

Which proves or disproves E.S.P.
They disregard the evidence
that conflicts with their theory.
They conclude it makes no sense.
Because their methodology
lacks any credibility.

Sunday,30 January 2011
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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 live for my dreams.

She comes to me in dreams at night.
And holds me as she used to do.
But disappears by morning light
So I am left to grieve anew..

There’s no one left to comfort me
My family are long since gone.
I wait for nightfall eagerly
Just for a while I’m not alone.

Each night before I sleep I pray
My love will come to visit me.
Although I’ll face another day
of loneliness and misery.

They say that passing time will heal.
For some perhaps it may be true.
But not for me because I feel
the anguish still of losing you.

I know somewhere you wait for me.
You can’t return and won’t go on.
You know we have eternity.
That I will follow where you’ve gone.

When death released you from your pain.
And left your spirit free to fly.
You promised me we’d meet again.
Now all I do is wonder why.

Fate decided that we should be.
Forced to go our separate ways
Parted arbitrarily.
Condemning me to lonely days.

She comes to me by night in dreams
and holds me as she used to do
When for a while at least it seems
as if my dreams will soon come true.

I pray each night I will not wake.
To be set free to rejoin you.
A journey I will gladly make.
There’s nothing here for me to do.

Tuesday,15 March 2011
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Keeping Faith for M lady Naizz

Keeping Faith.

I am benighted and afraid.
Darkness descended rapidly.
As if the gods themselves forbade
me to complete successfully.
The pilgrimage to which I’m sworn
to save my soul from jeopardy
I'll watch and pray until the morn
And then continue on my way
Though demons whisper in the night
and challenge all that I believe
My faith sustains me in the fight.
At first light I will surely leave.
I will defeat the enemy
and reach my goal triumphantly.

22/04/2009

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Fuzzy Logic.

Between the worlds the boundary.
Sometimes grows thin and disappear.
Fantasy and reality
Which is which no longer clear.
Imagination can supply
Alternative scenarios
Where normal rules do not apply
But are they real? nobody knows
It may well be that it is so
I can accept a different view
I do not really want to know
whether or not that it is true
I can believe quite easily
there is no definite boundary.

Sunday,17 January 2010
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Baby Baby Baby Mine

Baby, baby small and bright tiny beams of light. A Tiny rose petals so slight unfold you will I'd hope to be a guide; I'd hope to help your steps that they don't slide. Clumsy hands are mine but helped by God as He unfold the rose I hold that each petal will fall in time, baby, baby, baby mine.
I pray that I teach you gentleness, goodness and love for what blossom can survive without the rain that falls from God above, the good deep soil in Him may you root and rapidly climb. As I hold you in my arms I'm filled with hope because of the design I'll trust him to unfold our moments in time baby, baby, baby mine.
In future year's thorns sharpen as they grow, for barbed thorns cut deep I pray that they be pruned away. The Keeper takes care that he remove those that hurt, the rose be bare its lovely fragrance to share. The yellow leaves get nutrients from above for the leaves expose the rose and the fragrance of its soul. You will develop with love in time baby, baby, baby mine.
Shall not the shoot of the root unfold another tiny fragrant rose to behold in time baby, baby, baby mine?
Someday you shall wither and die and bloom again with the Rose of Sharon in the sky since I've trusted God above for guidance and care that forever shall our love intertwine upon His vine, baby, baby, baby mine

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Faith & Hope.

I am not a religious man
I place my faith and loyalty.
Like any other football fan.
In the demi -gods I see.
Performing minor miracles
of ball control and football skill
In overcoming obstacles.
To score the goal which will fulfil.
My ambitions for my team
Which is to see them win again
The FA Cup, that is my dream.
A team of dedicated men.
The faithful pray to save their souls
But football fans just pray for goals

Wednesday,15 February 2012
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Life is for living forfriend Thad.

I’m musing on mortality.
Which seems entirely apposite.
I think at my age I should be.
I can see clearly with hindsight.

As I recall the distant past.
Three quarters of a century.
The long years all too quickly passed.
Experience that made me, me.

I know that one day I will die.
I cannot know when that will be.
So until then I can but try
to use my time productively.

I read and write, I paint and draw
and I maintain my interest
in everything I’ve done before
and tackle new projects with zest.

Although I was born long ago
I don’t admit to being old.
Because I’m wise enough to know.
I should not put my life on hold.

Take to my armchair, watch TV
As others may expect me too.
Sit back and just wait patiently
for death. Something I will not do.

Until the day I die I’ll try
to live as I have always done.
I will think optimistically
and find each day some time for fun.

Saturday,03 April 2010
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Prophecy for M lady Lucianne

The moon is blue to suit my mood. I’m missing you I knew I would.
My love for you is deep and true but there is little I can do.
I cannot make you want to stay. So I will send you on your way.
I’ll paste a smile upon my face and hope that it will stay in place
until you disappear from view. You have a dream you must pursue.
Whilst I must wait and hope and pray, you will return to me one day.
Perhaps in time you’ll come to know there was no need for you to go.
When you have slaked your wanderlust and found nobody you can trust.
Maybe your thoughts will turn to me; I’ll still be waiting patiently.
I am quite certain you will come back to where you’re always welcome.
By then my love you’re sure to know. I loved enough to let you go.
What had the world to offer you? No one could love you like I do
Now you are home you will remain I will not let you go again.
You had your dream and I had mine. Your dream is dead you must share mine.
Together we’ll find happiness I know we will it’s not a guess.

27-Jan-09

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Maintaining Standards.

To make the grade in Biggleswade.
Teatime is taken seriously.
The cake you serve must be home made
and rather plain not too fancy.

Of course the table must be laid
with your best china on display
A snow white cloth the finest made.
Things must be done the proper way.

The good ladies of Biggleswade.
Intent on keeping standards high,
will try their hardest to persuade
new ladies that they must not buy

Rich fresh cream cakes to serve for tea.
They must maintain tradition.
I’m not convinced too easily
and so I wait’ til they have gone.

My man and I prefer our tea.
Strong hot and sweet from half pint pots.
We eat while watching the TV.
We think they are a stuffy lot.

But we are not from Biggleswade
and we do things a different way.
More casual not stiff and staid.
More suited to the world today.

We don’t fit in, in Biggleswade,
we do not like formality
we never will I am afraid.
But we don’t care we’d rather be

allowed to live the way we choose.
And not by rules we must obey.
So quite politely we refuse
and send the ladies on their way.

The leading ladies of the town.
The great and good of Biggleswade.
I am quite sure have marked us down
Unsuitable to make the grade.

Sunday,13 June 2010
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Tailor made for you for M' lady Dawn Slaker

Dreams for sale, each one brand new.
Created daily fresh for you.
I do not claim my dreams come true
but I am sure that some must do.

The only thing I guarantee
is confidentiality.
If you should choose to buy from me.
There are no prying eyes to see.

The kind of dreams that you prefer
There are no records anywhere
So you can purchase free from care
I pride myself on being fair.

Each dream you buy is tailor made
and of the very highest grade
Well worth the price which you have paid.
I am certain that the will persuade.

Even the hardened sceptics to
return again for something new
I usually find that people do
and truly hope that you will too.

Dreams for sale a vast array
and all are freshly made today.
And if you cant afford to pay
I keep a few to give away.

For dreams are a necessity
whether bought are given free.
you can contact me easily
I live in your vicinity
.
If you should find you need a dream
just send your message by moon beam
The moon and I work as a team
that’s working well a splendid scheme
13-Aug-08.
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Enforced Solution.

The greatest problem that men face
Is overpopulation.
We will run out of living space.
There won’t be room for everyone.

The powers that be refuse to see
they must find some solution
and implement urgently.
I cannot be the only one

To see disaster looms ahead.
Unless it’s taken seriously.
the human race has over bred.
Continues to haphazardly.

If we don’t act then Nature will.
She’s not prepared to tolerate
Too many mouths she cannot fill.
Although our rulers hesitate.

Dame Nature can act ruthlessly
And she will not procrastinate.
Once she sees the necessity.
and act before it is too late.

As I suspect she’s done before.
She will revive some old disease
we’re not immune to any more.
And cut our numbers down with ease.

Only the fittest will survive.
A hardy stock from which to breed
to keep the human race alive.
Because of course we took no heed.

The warning signs were clear to see.
One of Natures oldest laws
We chose to ignore foolishly,
that Mother Nature must enforce.

Too many mouths, too little food.
Too many people to sustain
Then Nature acts for own good
and culls the breeding stock again…

Wednesday,06 January 2010
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Enforced Solution