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Now I am blessed by the fellowship of man.
Poem # 031.
Philip : 20/10/20

Now I am blessed by the fellowship of man.
Of the pure unadulterated unconditional love
We men and women that inhabit the earth

In the constant search for a secure foothold

And wishing to be all things to all men around
Men and Women and genders betwixt the two

Being now away that we have a brotherhood
Loved by a community of lifelong friends
Earth Angels and guides which hold the skills
Skills which are perfected and so peculiar
Standing alone in their particular peculiarities
Excellent and everlasting good friends of mine
Diligently looking after their own fellowship.

Boys and girls coming out to play in the world
Young and old rich and poor sick and healthy

Together in a loving unconditional relationship
Having no blood ties save for holding the spirit
Especially the wondrous God spirit of passion

From whatever theological following you hold.
Every good turn you do unto others is returned
Loving your neighbor as thyself is a starter.
Loving your father and mother well deserved
Or your brother or sister , cousin or kin.
With blood relatives it’s seen as a given.
So be it for the population of the World.
Having established that relationship you’re OK
In that there is nobody to hate anymore
People outside the fellowship may gossip

Or continually sandbagged a reputation
From now on let us develop this “Fellowship “

Making time to consider the other fellow.
Accounting for a balanced life of compassion
Now I am blessed by the fellowship of man.

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The fellowship of man is the most important agenda they we should be following.  Start with unconditional love and go from there.
I am forever inspired by my Barbara ref 012
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I am forever inspired by my Barbara

And she tells me that she loves me
Making the time  we spend together

From this day forward magical time
On each and every day a pleasure
Romancing my lovely woman brave
Enchanting with my simple phrases
Vainly lift her spirits wave by wave
Even if my girl is feeling so fragile
Rarely fails to lift her spirit high.

I am forever Inspired by my Barbara
Not on just extra special occasions
She projects me to highest heights
Poetic messages channeled by God
Inspirations to record my thoughts
Reactions to our fine togetherness
Enchanting in the way she moves
Dutiful in her many charitable acts

Barbara ! By God ! You are angel.
You can inspire the best in folk

My Goodness you're a woman fine
You dress in style and look devine

Bring me down to earth I pray
As I'm like a child on Christmas Day
Run life for us to your satisfaction
Because I trust your judgement so
As I am so inspired by our plan
Rich the gems of wisdom owned
As fine a woman known to man.
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Philip. 26th January 2017.

Rest In Peace my Darling Girl.
Departed  17:00 hours 17th Sept 2018
This poem was typical of my homage to the love of my life Barbara 21 months before she tragically died in my arms.
A poetic idea. ~
There’s so much more to life than *** n money
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Our own light. (An Acrostic Poem ) 28/10/18
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Our own light
Usually *** and money hold the key.
Reach now inside yourselves ,find your light.

Our own light ,yes our own light. It’s awesome.
With casting off our deepest fears we focus
Now we can be powerful beyond all measure.

Light and our illumination banishes darkness
I’ve been told that frequently folks are fearful
God tells us we are never ,ever , inadequate
Having been preached to for a lifetime
The truth now comes to me from “Experience”
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Written by Philip. 28/10/18.
Our ability to produce our own uplifting text.
Food and drink to a humble poet.
An Acrostic Exercise:

I am feeling so anxious today mother.
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I am feeling so anxious today mother

Anxious ‘cause I don’t wanna go to school
My tummy hurts n my head it does so ache

Forget about that son as I gotta go to work
Even if you’s die in , you’s still gotta go today
Especially as you’s only just learnt the word
Learning the word “Anxious” early for you child
I am feeling so anxious today darling mother
No don’t make me go off now to work.
God ,I ain’t got it in me ,I keep jus getting hurt.

**** it up ,I command you , your lazy like Dad.
Off to work now for a $ to keep us all afloat .

As your daddy’s sick it’s that whiskey he drinks
Now mummy I’m anxious,I just met a lovely girl
X rated movies has taught me just how t’kiss.
I just couldn’t stop myself , will I just go blind.?
Of course you’re a wicked an ‘ ungrateful boy.
Unless you end your evil ways ,you’ll have t’go
So I dragged my anxious body outta the home

To seek new horizons, rough livin’ and such.
Oh God won’t you help me? T’s bench is rough
Do you keep me anxious as some punishment
A Hobo came up to me. Begging me f’change
Yes I gave him my $5 , just all that I did have

My God I looked into his eyes, in them I did see
Oh mother Mary smiling and looking backa me
The anxiety that dogged me , lifted in a blink.
Happiness engulfed me. I started then to think.
Eternal love of Jesus is the only way to go.
Restoring sacred attitudes, “anxiety “ to hell.
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Written by Philip. 28th October 2018.
( Only a made up story Folks. As an Acrostic exercise) let’s try one All sometime ?
Written as an Acrostic exercise to aid a friendly poet.
To share the joint experience of comparative poetry.
Poem . The places where we used to go. Ref 021
Written 1/10/2018. Nelson Park Alex Headland

The places where we used to go.
Hello my Darling I walked with you today
Every bench seat reminds me where we sat

Perchance to make contact with you again
Lingering thoughts of how we lived and loved
And how Nelson Park was our target walk
Circuit of just two Kilometres with a lake
Every step a memory of my darling girl.
So today I walked with you , my eyes not dry

Wind light and breezy in dappled sunlight
Happy people walk their dogs not knowing
Endeavouring to hold back the tears a while
Reaching solitudes I cry. As I recognise
Every vista you and I enjoyed can I reconcile

We had those six years together in a paradise
Eventually I guess one of us may die ?

Unless we’d manage to live forever oh we tried
So now I walk the park alone the ducks know
Each one sends a greeting asking how you are
Dutifully I tell them Barbies now in heaven

Today and every day my babies out of Pain.
Oh Barbara I miss you so. Send me your sign

Glory be the day we met n made me so happy
Of promises made daily. Our love will never die
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Written by Philip. 1/10/2018.
This is a beautiful park only 100 yards from our happy home. In Alexandra Headland Queensland Australia.
Ask not what the Universe can do for you.

Ask what you can do to aid the Universe ?
~.An Acrostic exercise ~October 27th 2018.

Ask not what the Universe can do for you.
Sometimes they are under relentless demand
Kings and beggars and entrepreneurs pray

Never mind ,what they can offer the Universe
On a daily basis pray for their own deliverance
To make ends meet, eat a crust , or a cure

We poets here on our favourite web-site know
Having been seeking the true way forward
Ask not what the Universe can do fo you.
Though this is the expected way to pray

The first thought in our head should ever be
Hey ! What can I do to aid the Universe.
Earth and the environment but a small part

Universe stretches deep deep into the cosmos
Now where do you think heaven rests in this ?
I believe it is here and surrounds us completely
Virtually every loved one that has passed on
Every thought process that you possess
Reacts in your minds eye as memory
So perpetuating the life span of a loved one.
Expand your own meditation to include them.

Clearly giving an aid to the Universal spirit.
Asks not what the Universe can do for you.
Never complain about being forsaken by God.

Do as you would be done by and **** it up.
Only pausing to calculate the best way to rise

From the sad position you find that you’re in
On giving something back to the Universe
Riches will flow back to you a thousand fold

Yes but not necessarily in a financial way
Or in an appropriation of jewels or art
Universal gifts seldom trade in those chattels

Ask what you can do to aid the Universe
Simply think about it in a pure and selfless way
Knowledge gained during your own life’s span

Wake up and smell the coffee if you can
Having negotiated the slings and arrows
Ask what you can do to aid the Universe
To me its a simple question n a simple answer

You can positively manifest your own pathway
On that road you have many crossroads
Universe has trained the minds of past lives

Coincidentally you carry the minds past loves
Ask what you can do to aid the Universe
Now bring back to mind all souls of meaning

Dedicate the sights and the fragrance of life
On a kind of conference call to the departed

Tell me if you think what I say is too far fetched
Only I know that it works ,well it does for me.

Ask what you can do to aid the Universe
I posed that question many many years ago
During the time that I prayed then to God

The crisis erupted between Russia an the US
Hydrogen and nuclear bombs were threatened
Europe ,a state of emergency unprecedented

Undaunted I joined the Civil defence, in ‘62
Now looking back , I realise my pathway’s set
In not expecting the Universe to be helping
Venus in retrograde and other cosmic moves
Effects of the moon phases all considered.
Reality is you hold the precious key to success
So next time you pray , you’d better pray good.
Entreating God to advise his plans for your day

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An Acrostic poem written by Philip. 27/10/18.
Inspired by the JFK speech of ‘62. “Ask not what your country can do for you. But what you can do for your country. “
faevyl Oct 2018
Dead silence replaces
A bustling audience where a
Night-time stage was set
Coordinating with the music,
Elegant twists and turns
Right, left; left, right.
i did these acrostics when i was 14 haha
faevyl Oct 2018
Kindled, a small fire ignites
Resting tufts of green
Insistent on a world where it
Spreads its glow, ravenously, only
To find nothing left at the
End.
Nothing.
All that I have ,give I to thee. Ref 006.
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All that I have , give I to thee.
Listen while I relate the facts
Look into my eyes and see

The truth of my love for you.
Having a devotion unconditionally
All that I have give I to thee.
The spark we have burns bright

It is like a beacon, a guiding light.

Hopes and dreams reach reality
All that I have give I to thee.
Virtually every wish is coming true
Eventually angels grant our desires

Granted for we love unconditionally
I love you Barbara ,know this is true
Vain my entreaties to prove it to you
Each and every action betwixt us .

It is like a powerful star in the sky

Transforming light of day in night
Oh how I pray that we may survive

To continue in our journey thru life
Happy in the thoughts we have
Enjoy your life with me my Darling
Everlasting  pleasure God grants us
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Philip. January 29th 2017.
Written to my wife Barbara in the days of our life of absolute happiness.
Unconditional love both ways. Ref 018
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Unconditional love both ways.
Now I do my part and you do yours
Chastise me if you need to but hold
On to this thought .There is no flaw.
Now if it's unconditional it's mutual
Don't you think that is most fair ?
I love and respect my darling girl
That said I know she loves me too
I hope our lives will last forever
On every occasion in storm or calm
Naturally in sickness and in health
And for better and of course worst
Love has to be that way not maybe

Love has to be ALWAYS not fickle
Otherwise many conditions fail.
Very often respect is sadly lost
Eruptions of rage always forgiven

By one that loves unconditionally.
One that adores his darling girl.
The one that wants you day n night
Happy in the knowledge of love.

Where would we find a better mate
A mate that can display love 24/7
Year in Year out unconditionally
Simply look me in the eyes n know.
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Philip ... Written 24th January 2017.
This poem was originally written 24th January 2017
Posted on 1/10/18. The 17th Day of my grief.
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