You do, don't you?
Most women seem to lack dress sense
And those who don’t have confidence
To know that they need not obey
what all the fashion gurus say.
They seem to know instinctively.
How they should dress to look their best
and will not follow slavishly
Fashions dictates like all the rest.
They know their shape, they know their size
They know what suits their colouring.
Become the focus for all eyes
at any sort of gathering.
You know if this applies to you
I am quite certain that you do.
Monday,16 November 2009
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Please youreslf
I think that ladies should ignore
The dictates of the fashion trade
The doubtful claims of haute couture
by so called experts often made.
A wise lady will choose her clothes
to show her assets at their best.
Not as the expert all suppose
to look exactly like the rest.
Dress to suit your face and figure
There is no need to buy in haste
clothes which make your rivals snigger.
Have faith in your own good taste.
Women come in many shades
different shapes and different sizes.
Mature matrons and slim young maids.
Every one that some man prizes.
A well dressed women who stands out.
Knows full well what she’s about.
She won’t let the experts tell her
how to dress to please her feller.
Some women have good fashion sense
but many lack the confidence
to tell the experts to get lost.
They can dress well at half the cost.
Fashion labels may sell clothes
but only silly girls suppose.
Only the latest style will do.
When obviously it is not true.
Suit yourself in the way you dress.
Choose the clothes that will suit you
If you do you will impress
in the way you ought to do.
Let all the fashion gurus prate
But don’t believe a word they say.
You know that you will look great
when you dress in your own way
Fashions come and fashions go.
You know when you’re looking good
What do the so called experts know? .
Ignore them as you know you should.
8-Feb-08
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Grown men do cry
Old memories which linger still.
Can bring the tear drops to my eyes
Sometimes they take me by surprise
and cause my tears to freely spill.
I’m not afraid to say they do.
There is no reason I should be.
My memories both old and new
are an integral part of me.
Sometimes they’re tears of happiness
and I am smiling through my tears.
Though other tears recall sadness
that I have suffered through the years.
Old memories reminding me
of joy and sorrow equally.
Monday,09 November 2009
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He calls me Honky.
My friend’s as black as ebony
and he delights in teasing me.
He says I am the coloured man
I can’t deny it no one can.
My hair is blond my eyes are blue.
His words are obviously true,
My facial skin is pink and white.
to anyone with normal sight
His eyes, his hair and skin are black
I cannot counter his attack
But he’s my mate so I don’t care
His banter isn’t hard to bear
We’re much the same bar for our skin.
What matters most must lie within.
Monday,16 November 2009
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Well suited
I feel no need to power dress
No longer trying to impress.
My style today is casual
What you see is what you get
and I confess to no regret.
Today I can be comfortable/
I need not wear a shirt and tie
and try to act impressively.
I find it rather comical.
When I observe young men today
trying hard to make their way.
It’s not at all unusual.
For them to think they know it all
But pride oft goes before a fall
and sadly that is typical
When we are young we foolishly
we must dress fashionably
So that we seem acceptable.
Now that I’m old I do not care
If no one likes the clothes I wear
I dress to suit myself not you
it is my right and so I do.
25-Mar-09
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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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Beneath the surface 09
I choose my friends instinctively.
Signals received unconsciously
decide compatability
I am convinced accurately.
I trust my hunches completely
I find they work efficiently
and so I listen carefully
To what my guts are telling me
I understand obviously
I could be wrong quite possibly
It makes no difference to me.
It suits me to believe you see.
I do not have to make a choice
I leave that to my inner voice.
27-Jan-09
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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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Womem's wiles For M'Lady Tara
When boys are young then generally
they are cared for by female kin.
But when approaching puberty
the father figures then step in.
To instil masculinity
instruct them in the ways of men.
How to act independently
and how to dominate women.
See women as inferiors,
who need to be kept in their place.
By men who are superior,
this men will state with a straight face.
But women know it is not so.
Although they let the men believe
that they admire machismo.
A woman’s way is to deceive
the male who thinks his word is law.
In each and every way she can.
That’s what women’s wiles are for.
They can run rings round any man.
Though some men know few
will admit they are aware that women rule.
Most men are quick to deny it,
which makes them easier to fool.
This women know instinctively.
So women usually get their way,
a sop to masculinity.
The only price they have to pay.
19-Jul-08
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It might come back into fashion for all long suffering husbands
Why do we hoard things we don’t use?
Why is that we always choose
to take the easy way.
Turn a blind eye.
We will decide another day
what to keep, what to throw away
Although there’s no reason why
we should refuse
We’re well aware what we should try
to clear some space before we buy.
That gorgeous pair of shoes
We should say nay.
We know quite well we should refuse
but bargains we can always use.
Thursday,19 November 2009
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It might come back into fashion
Why do we hoard things we don’t use?
Why is that we always choose
to take the easy way.
Turn a blind eye.
We will decide another day
what to keep, what to throw away
Although there’s no reason why
we should refuse
We’re well aware what we should try
to clear some space before we buy.
That gorgeous pair of shoes
We should say nay.
We know quite well we should refuse
but bargains we can always use.
Thursday,19 November 2009
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Temporary Purity
The once white snow is dirty grey.
Churned into slush by passing feet,
pedestrians pass to and fro.
Along this busy shopping street
At 5am it had been white.
Before the world was wide awake
Fresh snow had fallen through the night
like frosting on a birthday cake.
I could not sleep and watched it fall.
My windows overlook the street
Well before anyone at all
had left the marks of booted feet
But life goes on despite the snow,
as all the blurry footprints show.
Monday,09 November 2009
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Unforgettable.
I remember, I remember
Every year in November.
The night I saw a young boy die.
Every year I wonder why..
Could this death have been prevented.
Yes if people were contented.
just to stand and watch the show
instead running to and fro
Throwing bangers at each other
and in general causing bother
Demonstrating lack of sense,
careless of the consequence
A firework set him on fire.
The flames spread quickly rising higher.
In his panic he chose to run.
The last thing that he should have done.
It was the last mistake he made.
By the time we rendered first aid.
He was burnt from head to toe.
We knew it would be touch and go.
Despite the efforts of a nurse
his condition became worse.
He died before help could arrive.
There was no way he could survive.
On Guy Fawkes Night I stay indoors.
I think I have sufficient cause.
I can remember vividly
a small boy dying tragically.
I remember, I remember
Every year in November.
The night I saw a young boy die
every year I wonder why.
26/10/2009
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Incapability
The sunset’s indescribable
but being me I have to try
to see if I am capable.
Although I see no reason why.
I think this time I might succeed.
I’ve tried so many times before
to explain how the colours bleed
into shades I have no name for.
I would love to share my view
but lack the vocabulary.
I cannot describe to you
the transient beauty that I see.
No matter how hard I may try
it’s an impossibility.
18/05/2009
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Eyes: those tragic eyes,
It was her eyes, those tragic eyes
The saddest eyes I ever saw.
That made me start to realise.
The price that children pay for war.
Those eyes had seen brutalities
no innocent should ever see
She haunted still by memories
from which I fear she can’t break free.
I look into her eyes and see
that she expects nothing from me.
She has no hope that there might be
an ending to her misery.
Although I know I’m not to blame
I still feel guilty all the same.
Though we protest our innocence
in our attempts to rationalise.
What can we say in self defence.
That is not based on blatant lies.
It makes me frankly furious
that innocents should suffer so
The guilt belongs to all of us.
We can’t pretend we did not know
That we should learn from history
instead of choosing to ignore
Because we do not want to see.
There are no winners in a war.
I can’t forget those empty eyes
They’ll haunt me ‘til the day I die.
Monday,08 November 2010
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Female characteristic for M 'lady Ernestine
Women’s minds are different
They do not think the way men do.
Present no reasoned argument
they merely state their point of view
They seem to know instinctively
and are invariably correct.
Which grieves me but I must agree
It is what I come to expect.
Intuition is their guide.
A skill that men sadly lack.
We always tend to look outside
for reasons we can carry back.
To justify the things we do
and wonder why our ladies smile.
Men’s foolishness is nothing new.
Why should the ladies change their style.
What men consider logically
before they can make up their minds.
The ladies discount completely.
Their wisdom of a different kind.
They tolerate our foolish pride.
because they are superior.
A fact that men have long denied
It’s not a case of either or.
For women know without a doubt
What is important what is not.
They need no time to work it out.
A talent that no man has got.
Sunday,16 May 2010
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Natural Progression for M'lady Catrina
Natural Progression.
A amidst the green a flash of red
and here and there a golden tone
The summertime has swiftly sped.
Now Autumn comes to reign alone.
Her reign is short but beautiful
The trees adopt their party dress
the brilliant colours wonderful.
Well calculated to impress.
Soon wintry gales will strip the trees
denude them of their finery.
Until this happens they will please
students of nature’s artistry.
And then revert to black and white
to some photographers delight.
21/09/2009
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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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Seize the day for grandaughter chitra
Seize the day
We rarely know how others feel
Because they are afraid to say
and think it wiser to conceal.
Emotions that they daren’t display.
Although they are attracted to
your looks and personality
The are afraid if the tell you
you may reject them completely.
So seize the opportunity
it may not ever come again.
Speak honestly and openly
you may lose less than what you gain.
Perhaps she feels the same way too.
Unless you speak you’ll never know.
She’s probably as scared as you
to let her inner feeling show.
What fate decrees will come to be.
Despite your lack of confidence.
I can tell you with certainty.
This has been my experience.
Say what you feel what can you lose?
Sometimes you have to take a chance.
A still tongues is of little use
when you are searching for romance,
26/04/2009
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Who goes there? for friend Thad
By the rosy light of dawn.
A squirrel chatters noisily
as if his duty is to warn.
a task which takes seriously
He warns them all that draw near.
Although in fact I mean no harm
Wild creatures swiftly disappear
in response to his shrill alarm.
They can’t afford to take the chance
so they react instinctively
The price of life is vigilance
and that is why I seldom see
Wild creatures who quite naturally
conceal themselves and hide from me.
20/04/2009
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Misplaced Trust
Symmetrical verse
Misplaced trust
.
I lost my way
Was led astray
By those I thought I could believe
But were not what they seemed to be
Because I was young and naïve
I trusted them too easily
Their confidence was all pretence.
I should have used my common sense.
Gone my own way
Without delay.
But I did not I thought they knew
Which way to go
which wasn’t true.
Saturday,29 October 2011
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