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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Meditating meditation for M lady Ernestine
Ignore the fleeting thoughts which pass
across the surface of your mind
Reflections in a looking glass
which leave nothing solid behind.
They briefly show then fade away
Like shooting stars across the sky.
Of no importance any way.
Not worth the time it takes to try.
To understand what they might mean.
If they’re important they will slow
their pace so that they can be seen
as something which you need to know.
Command your mind to concentrate
and pay attention to one thought.
Be single minded contemplate.
Is this the truth which you have sought.
Reducing the complexity
of half formed thoughts which multiply
to simple singularity.
Grows easier each time you try.
If you achieve an empty mind
completely undistracted by,
Stray random thoughts of any kind.
Experience epiphany.
For one brief moment understand.
We are all small parts of just one whole.
Then you will know you can’t command
the forward movement of your soul.
The quest you are engaged upon
is something which we all must do.
Accept this fact and carry on
How long it takes is up to you.
03/06/2009
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Past Participant for M lady Ernestine
Though it may seem I am obsessed.
The truth is that I am possessed
by an old writer long since dead.
Who now resides inside my head
He’ll have no truck with modern verse
and thinks that free form is perverse.
That’s something with which I agree,
perhaps that’s why he’s chosen me
To be his slave, his to command
he doesn’t seem to understand
He is a most unwelcome guest
at best I see him as a pest.
He may be Shakespeare as he says
but I write poetry not plays.
8-May-08
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A little and often will suffice
No pain no gain, but that’s insane
When you feel pain it’s warning you
that you should really think again.
What it is that you try to do.
Increase your strength and stamina.
To exercise for its own sake
can often make you go too far.
So pace yourself for safety’s sake.
For if you push yourself too hard.
You do more damage than you know.
A heart attack’s a poor reward
The best advice is taking it slow.
If you are wise you will think twice
Before you over exercise.
17-Sep-08
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I would if I could
Philosophers considering
the mysteries if the universe.
May seem to be woolgathering
or dozing off which would be worse.
But they are not: They’re deep in thought
Oblivious to reality
They contemplations of a sort
which is akin to fantasy.
Their thoughts are on a higher plane
I don’t pretend to understand.
Although they try they can’t explain.
So they dismiss me out of hand.
At least I work to earn my pay
I cannot sit and think all day.
13/05/2009
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Ditched?
Thou art a heartless lying jade,
With honeyed words thou cozened me
Thou didst not though one promise keep.
A cause to me of misery.
Thy beauty so ensorsorcelled me
That I could see no fault or flaw
because I did not wish to see.
Now I am wiser than before,
I see beneath thy bright façade
and understand how false thou art.
A lesson learnt, though it was hard
I should have known right from the start..
I wanted so much to believe
that I was easy to deceive..
12/05/2009
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There's nothing There! ! for M lady Ernestine
She rules the roost behind the scenes.
Although her husband wears the jeans.
She lets him show he is the boss
but there are lines he dare not cross.
For all his manly macho show
she knows it’s only bravado.
More importantly so does he
which he accepts apparently.
He knows quite well who’s in control
but still he plays his public role.
She treats him deferentially
whilst there’s an audience to see.
Like any man who’s seen the light.
He knows that she is always right.
Her slightest wish is his command
which isn’t hard to understand.
He’s not the tough guy he appears
She has been training him for years.
He knows: She knows, he knows she knows
His public image is a pose.
1-Jun-08
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Of course sweetheart for M lady Tara
She rules the roost behind the scenes.
Although her husband wears the jeans.
She lets him show he is the boss
but there are lines he dare not cross.
For all his manly macho show
she knows it’s only bravado.
More importantly so does he
which he accepts apparently.
He knows quite well who’s in control
but still he plays his public role.
She treats him deferentially
whilst there’s an audience to see.
Like any man who’s seen the light.
He knows that she is always right.
Her slightest wish is his command
which isn’t hard to understand.
He’s not the tough guy he appears
She has been training him for years.
He knows: She knows, he knows she knows
His public image is a pose.
1-Jun-08
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The best laid plans for J.T Ellison
The best laid plans
He sits and thinks but rarely shares
the subject of his pondering
He is convinced nobody cares
to hear his views on anything.
He does not like to watch T.V.
unlike the other residents.
He’s happy sitting quietly
Reviewing long ago events.
When he was self sufficient.
Intelligent and capable
‘til a cerebral accident
which rendered him incapable
of living independently.
Forced his reception into care
although it’s very plain to see
He would much rather be elsewhere.
Though he’s disabled physically
His mental capability
is not impaired apparently.
He accepts philosophically.
Life rarely goes as you have planned.
We meet with things we don’t expect
for fate not man is in command
What fate decrees we must accept.
22/04/2009
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Choose your words carefully
An impoverished vocabulary,
can preclude communication.
Facilitate incomprehension.
foiling our attempts at clarity.
Although we try our best to speak plainly.
The fault does not lie with our diction
rather to their lack of education.
They suffer from a disability.
Therefore we have to learn to modify
the way we talk to suit our audience
Couch what we say with great simplicity.
Although we understand the reason why
we must be careful not to cause offence.
To those who lack verbal ability.
30-Jan-09
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PUZZLED for Leslie Alexis
The peacock parades exquisitely.
Displays the glory of his tail,
the hens ignore him easily.
This bold display was bound to fail
The peacock has misjudged his time.
The hens aren’t ready to be wooed.
Although he thinks he is sublime
it’s not the time for hens to brood.
He’s young and inexperienced.
As yet he does not understand,
his tiny brain still hasn’t sensed.
The hens not he are in command.
The females don’t appreciate
his urgency he’ll have to wait.
20-Jan-09
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Gut Feelings?
I can read omens in entrails
of cockerels I sacrifice.
my inner vision seldom fails.
I am the local Haruspice.
Although you may not understand
the message that I give to you.
I must do as the Gods command
as I am bound by oath to do.
The Gods enjoy their little jest.
They make their messages obscure.
Although I always try my best.
There is no way I can be sure
The message I relay to you
is the one I am supposed to.
Saturday,11 September 2010
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It could happen to you.
He walks alone, she walks alone.
Each to the other one unknown.
She dreams of love, he dreams of love.
It seems at last the fates approve.
They met quite accidentally.
The time was right apparently
He smiles, she smiles and then they talk
and they agree to share their walk
She hopes that he, he hopes that she
enjoy each others company.
It seems they did for both agree
to walk together frequently.
He was alone, she was alone.
But now their loneliness has gone.
She has a friend, he has a friend.
It may well be that in the end
They’ll realise that it was meant.
Their meeting was no accident
But fate had planned it from the start
They were not meant to be apart.
And who are they to disagree.
What fate decrees must come to be.
She is content, he is content.
Each thinks the other heaven sent.
As well they might fate has the right
to interfere in love affairs.
Their future now is looking bright.
Fate brings together matching pairs.
Though he was shy and she was shy
Fate had decided they should be
a couple.No one can deny
that fate had matched them perfectly
He’s not alone, she’s not alone
Their friendship slowly ripening
into what they have never known.
As love insists on blossoming.
A daily walk for exercise.
They say is very good for you.
It may well be fate has a surprise
in store.You might find someone too.
Friday,04 December 2009
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Centred experimental form
Centred
The silence of the night profound.
Unbroken by the slightest sound.
Envelopes me.
Serenity envelopes me
From earthly worries I am free
Just for a while.
I can enjoy just for a while
a complete change from my life style.
No need to rush.
I am content no need to rush.
Sit quietly amidst the hush.
I still my mind.
Effortlessly I still my mind
and meditate until I find
my inner core.
When I have reached my inner core
I need not struggle any more.
I am at peace.
I realise I am at peace
when all my errant thought trains cease.
I can just be.
I understand I can just be
if only temporarily.
Then I must go.
An hour or two then I must go
back to the noisy world I know.
Reluctantly.
Surrendering reluctantly
the only time that I am free
to be just me.
21-Oct-08
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No Chance!
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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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Unwritten for C.P.Sharma
I bought a new anthology
of poems from the First World War.
I offer no apology
The poetry filled me with awe.
To understand that tragedy
could inspire young poets to write.
Poetry of such great beauty.
To read it is a sacred rite.
I have a strange affinity
with young men cut down in their prime
Who made their mark on history
describing hell in metered rhyme.
I am forced to wonder what
they might have written but could not.
18/05/2009
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The Low Down
Mother; remember I am small
a little over two feet tall
My view from here is limited
the shopping mall a place of dread.
Boots and shoes are all I see
as people rush impatiently.
You have forgotten how it feels
to see only toes and heels.
You hold me firmly by the hand
but I don’t think you understand
Just how it feels to be so small
and dragged around a shopping Mall.
If you ere small and couldn’t see
then you would know what frightens me.
16-May-08
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Denial for M'Lady Ann Beard
Why do we choose to rationalise
odd happenings we can’t explain.
The evidence of our own eyes
we all deny time and again.
I think it highly probable because
we do not understand.
Believing it impossible
we just dismiss it out of hand.
We do not really want to know
so we discount the evidence.
Which shows or merely tends to show
some humans have an extra sense.
So we pretend in self defence
that ESP is sheer nonsense..
27-Feb-09
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Waiting for Daylight
The clock has struck the midnight hour
and silence now hangs heavily.
Sad recollections overpower
my every happy memory.
On looking back I clearly see
all of the errors I have made.
foregathering and taunting me.
Aged veterans on parade.
The long slow hours of the night
are not the best time to review
your actions whether wrong or right.
You’re bound to take a jaundiced view
When you are tired but cannot sleep.
Experience does not come cheap.
16-Apr-08
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Piercing the veils of mystery.
Piercing the veils of mystery.
Some understand instinctively.
What must remain a mystery
To the vast majority
Of ignorant humanity.
Most just accept the Status Quo
Because they do not want to know.
Although a few an elite few
Will learn things that they never knew
By dint of hard experience
They have to learn in self defence
Although their progress may be slow.
They can’t forget once that they know
How to interpret what they see
Piercing the veils of mystery.
Sunday,04 December 2011
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Harmless pastime for friend Thad
When I survey the skies at night.
I try to count the points of light
although I know it can’t be done
I still attempt to just for fun.
The light which we perceive today
has taken centuries they say.
To travel at the speed of light
from stars beyond our human sight.
Perhaps its true, perhaps its not
but does it matter. Not a lot.
The stars I think that I can see
are part of my reality.
Though they burnt out eons ago.
the speed of light seems very slow.
I see them as they used to be
and that is good enough for me.
I understand each is a sun
but still I count them just for fun.
Those distant twinkling points of light
To me a source of pure delight.
I like to sit and fantasise
about these beacons in the skies.
Set my imagination free
as I sit watching quietly.
6-Mar-09
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