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Dec 2018 · 758
Concrete Poetry
Spatial poem
Has varied shapes
Ancient kind of verse
With Traditional Shapes.
Many  vague symbolic themes.
From tapers lozenges eggs or spheres
The concrete spatial poem has varied shapes.
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the above is with a Dectina Refrain
This is so tough. ~An Acrostic
This is so tough.
Having spent another lonely day
In living without my Darling girl.
Simply I have to say “I miss you Baby”

I can not care if my words fail to rhyme
See me as I walk around our favourite park

Sitting on the bench beside the lake
Oh I can hardly write for tears in my eyes

Tough as I am. I’m emotionally involved.
Oh people say that I’ll get over it sometime
Usually folk deal with death in many ways.
God knows I did my best to keep you alive.
Heaven is your home .Wishing I could join you.

Written by Philip
November 11th 2018
Walking through the places where we used to go.
To everything there is a season.
To everything there is a season.
Oh a time for every purpose under heaven.

Exactly a time to be born and a time to die
Virtually a special time to plant and pluck
Even a time to **** and a time to heal
Renovation by breaking down n building up
You know there’s time to weep n one to laugh
There is a time to mourn and a time to dance
Heave n cast away stones n gather together
In time to embrace n a time refrain embracing
Naturally a time to get and a time to lose
Grant y’self  a time to keep n one to cast away

Then a time to read poetry and then compose
Have yourself a a time to keep your silence
Eventually finding your time to wisdoms speak
Romancing with a time to love n a time to hate
Experiencing a time of war n a time of peace

In what profit hath he that laboured for God.
Simply for the benefit of the fellowship of man

As I have seen the laborious efforts of men n

Sons of men to be exercised in t’ work they do
Everything made beautiful in God’s good time
Also He  hath set the the world in their hearts
So that no man can find out the work that God
Onward from the beginnings unto the end.
Now is the time for All Men to do good in Life.
Written by Philip.
November 11th 2018.
An Acrostic rendition of To everything there is a season.
To everything there is a season
Nov 2018 · 419
Tudor Royals. (An Acrostic)
Tudor Royals.   (An Acrostic)
Tough times the Tudor King endures
Undecided on his bold armorers
Due to hots for miss Anne Boleyn
Ordered aside the maid of Aragon
Removed poor Anne’s head for Darling Jane

Rare son to Jane but childbirth was a pain
On death we see the shrewdest Ann o Cleaves
You know they didn’t get on or consummate
A fifth in Katherine Howard a **** for sure.
Lost her head , took Kath Parr to bed
Six was five too many for a King named Henry
Written by Philip.
November 10th 2018.
The six wives of Henry VIII .. Katherine of Aragon.
Anne Boleyn ,Jane Seymour, Anne of Cleaves,
Katherine Howard and Katherine Parr.
Nov 2018 · 424
The forgotten prisoner.
The forgotten prisoner.
Trapped for years on end.
Confounding rhyme.
Prisoners of a scan,
That won’t come right.
It’s haunted me for too long
Now it’s time.
To admit to a defeat,
May seem a crime .
While wrong,
Perhaps ?
I’ll get it right next time.
Written by Philip.
The forgotten prisoner
I think I am the cat’s pyjamas
I think I am the cat’s pyjamas

Today and each and every day I’m told.
Halos hanging in my wardrobe tell me so
I think I am the cat’s pyjamas.
Not just an ordinary pair for an alley cat.
Know that I am a modest cat. It must be true

I think I am the cat’s pyjamas

And I will explain to you the clever things I do
My mummy cat try’s to curb my vanity

Though I think I am the cat’s pyjamas
Have you ever seen a cat writing poetry ?
Extra special pedigree cat’s can do this !

Can’t you see I am the cat’s pyjamas
And writing is my forte. It is my cloak.
Though I sleep every night with my beliefs
See I believe I am the cat’s pyjamas

Pyjamas of the finest Indonesia silk.
Yes in hues of pinks and vivid purple
Justification I am the cat’s pyjamas
And my modesty is known far and wide.
My goodness I am such a splendid Tom.
And to finalise know I am the cat’s pyjamas
See she told me last night so it must be true.!!
Written by Philip.
November 10th 2018.
The old English saying “He thinks he is the cat’s pyjamas”. Yes he’s so vain.
There but for the grace of God go I.
There but for the grace of God go I.
Having reached the age of six n seventy
Eagles of the sea have taught me to fly
Rich rewards await if you reach a land o plenty
Expectations under wraps but you have to try

By loving and giving the passport to nobility
Unless you keep a faith you’ll never know why
There but for the grace of God go I

Fortune favours t’ brave my Daddy w’ so wise.
On those winter nights he reads to my delight
Rubicon of literary giants was my prize.

The works o’ Rudyard Kipling kept a boy alive
Hidden hero’s mentoring a child with a desire
Every Sunday church attend all were s’advised

Granted there but for the grace of God go I
Running clear of all the gangs Im traumatised
Atheists n sinners ridiculed looking in my eyes
Call yourself a Christian ?Well we are amazed
Even with such provocative faith held for years

On life threatening occasions it never wavered
Faith holds the key as friends fail to survive

Gladly ,there but for the grace of God go I
Oh grant me that grace to be of your PA
Diligence and devotion t’ serve you all my days

God channeled me my words for love of man
Only wish to perpetuate the joy of poetry.

In an age.When fake news is everywhere .
Written by Philip.
November 10th 2018.
The grace of God should be appreciated
The weekends are definitely the worst
The weekends are definitely the worst
Having got thru the last five lonely days
Experiencing the life of a single man

Well baby it’s not fun. I so miss you.
Even though I have a free reign in everything
Everyday the freedom to explore new things
Kind people tell me each n every day heals
Even though the weekends are definitely worst
Notwithstanding , it’s only 8 weeks since you
Died in my arms on that Saturday morning.
Saturday’s have become a dark day for me

As I miss you babe, reciting my poetry to you
Reciting the entreaties I wrote of togetherness
Every day I spent with you were happy days

Days filled with mutual and unconditional love
Even as we gave each other everlasting love
Failing to ever take death into consideration
I think the weekends are definitely the worst
No as I lay here in my very lonely apartment
And watching happy people enjoying life
They act as if they think nought has happened
Even if they do know and display condolences
Like it’s a band-aid over to mend my sad heart
You know Baby that I will never get over you.

The weekends are definitely the worst
Having made recompense to your children
Experiencing the slow ostracism death brings

Weekdays can be filled with many things to do
Only reaching Saturday...I crash land burnt out
Remembering that tragic day of all days.
So my Darling I sit and write my poetry.
The weekends are definitely the worst

Written by Philip.
November 10th 2018.
Remembering a tragic event. The death of my wife
The long and winding road.   (4)
The long and winding road.
Have you any idea what it’s like driving here
Especially in the desert hundreds of miles

Long distances never agreed with me,driving
Or did I want to take this trip in the first place?
Not ‘til my Daughter called me three days ago
God knows who she got ******* with this time

After all we did for her ..  sent her to boarding
Nine years old. Yes I guess that was so young
Didn’t see her much for the next seven years

When she left home at sixteen. Now she’s 20
I  never heard from her till now...? Oh dear.
No doubt she won’t recognise me I’m aged.
Divorced her mother three years last week
I sit at home all day writing poetry. It’s a drug
No I can’t stop writing n posting and critiquing
Got divorced ‘cause  of that. She hates poems

Rhyming was also a problem , I talk in rhyme.
On Sunday I talk in Biblical phrases. Don’t ask.
A man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do. !!  
Daddy hears you Baby. I’m still on my way. !!!  

Written by Philip
November 9th  2018.
Episode (4)
The slow madness caused by driving in the hot sun
Respect for the other poets point of view
Respect for the other poets point of view.
Especially if we talk of poetic justice
Some say you get out of life what you put in
Poetry critique is most important it takes time
Every poem read can be acknowledged with a
Click to the heart or thumbs up icon box.
Though I prefer to give an in-depth comment

For me it pays the fees for my poetic license
Oh I know the other way is quick n sterile
Respect for the other poets point of view.

The work expands to fit the time availability
Hair should be kept on if responding critique
Especially if to you it is rude or offensive

Only sometimes comments  r lost in translation
The meaning very different in other ethnicity’s
Hey poets , soften up and use your skills
Establish a system of in depth kind critique
Respect for the other poets point of view.

Poets are human, they have a heart you know
Only oft it’s forgotten behind a non-de-plume
Every poem read is subconsciously brain fed
To the deepest channels of your mind.
Sometimes....Eureka.... it triggers a process.

Processing beautiful poetic verse of others
Oh you do get out of life whatever you put in
I have experience and I know this to be true.
Now my poet friends please mark my words
To have respect for other poets points of view

On a scale of one to ten. Let’s say a ten.
For if you make the time , whatever you have.

Very soon you will become a blooming genius
I know that is the ambition of every poet.
Ethereal guides and Angels follow your efforts
With that in mind, go and be inspired today.
Written by Philip.
November 9th 2018.
Respect for the other poets point of view
On the trial of writing a sonnet.
On the trial of writing a sonnet
Now as you all know.

The sonnet was pop  in the reign of Elizabeth 1
Hit sonnets topped the billboard charts 1590
Edmund Spenser penned some of the best

Those sonnets written in tribute to the Queen
Royalty in those days had their favourite Poets
I will try to explain the principal of the sonnet
Are you all listening? Well I will demonstrate
Little Story. Is the translation of The Sonnet.

Or it can be described as any short lyric Poem
For it is composed of 8 and 6 line stanzas

With stanza 1 (the octave) presents a situation
Run the stanza 2 ( the sestet) to show resolve
Iambic pentameter is the meter traditional
The rhyming pattern is octave a,b.a,b,b,c,b,c
I set the sestet pattern as c,c,d,c,d,e,e.
Now I suggest you first check our Spenser
Get reading his style Google it and read.

And get used to the rhythm and the rhyme

Spenser sent this tribute as I say to the Queen
Only in those days she had little to read
No nothing only in Latin and written by Monks.
Now he wrote a hundred sonnets as a story.
Edmund Spenser’s epic The Fairie Queen
To me the greatest poem ever written.
Written by Philip.
November 9th 2018.
On the trial of writing a sonnet
Where have all the poets gone. ?
Where have all the poets gone. ?
Have they all been transported to the moon?
Even the poets laureate the ones from school
Reading all the $5 thrift shop bargains
Especially the classic writers of bygone days

Have been so prolific with a pen and ink.
And those huge anthologies 3” thick.
Very often giving the students a hernia
Each time they attended the class of ‘59

And where have all the poets gone ?
Little conversations between Lovers.
Lovers conversations that seemed to rhyme

Though fashions change and poetic forms lost
Having been lost in the forest of social media
Each missive awash with errors n paraphrase

Paradoxes have vanished along with the poets
Only I so miss the giants of the poet world.
Early in the twentieth century poetry was king
Those days gone .A poet had Rock Star status
So much so. A good poem n you’re Knighted

God knows where all the poets have gone.
Oh I guess they are in heaven everyone
Now I think all are reincarnated as us on HP
Everybody gather ‘round n make ‘em PROUD.

Written By Philip.
November 8th 2018.
Historically where have all the poets gone ?
The long and winding road.   (3)
The long and winding road.
Hostels are few and far between out here
Except for those beat up Winnerbagos.

Like as not those are all crack cook shops
Oh yes I can see the steam from their chimney
Narcotisation of a whole generation my my.
Gods grace always kept me clear of all that.

And a good thing too. This Life is hard ‘nough
Now I really must find a place to sleep.
Dusk is falling and I have a modern map

We just need a couple o’clicks to get to a place
I can see it in the distance neon lights flashing
Now I needed a little luck and this I guess it is.
Diesel and leaded gas. Three $ a litre. Oh God
I have never had to pay that much ever before
No  well. Beggars can’t be choosers can they?
Goodness not on this long and winding road

Ribs gravy , maple syrup , and fresh pancakes
Only room available is an extortionate $200
Anyway. I must rest still five hundred miles ...
Daddy hears you Baby. I’m still on my way. !!!  

Written by Philip
November 8th 2018.
Episode (3)
Acrostic road trip to recur daughter
The long and winding road.   (2)
The long and winding road.
Hopefully that leads to my Baby’s door
Evokes fear n dread ‘cause I ain’t been afore

Long and winding roads not my specialty
Only my princess is in big trouble I guess.
Never calls for help, this time it’s serious
God knows what she has been up to ?

And she seldom takes advice. Not from Me.
Nor from her poor mother, they didn’t get on.
Doors used to slam if this girl lost control.

Winding road driving is t’  last thing I wanna do
I still have not recovered my senses yet.
Not since God took my wife off to Heaven
Do you know how that makes one feel ?
I am washed up stranded missing everything
Nothing really matters except everything.
Grief is something that there are no lessons for

Really all you can do is make the best of things
On this long and winding road thru the desert
A mission to rescue my dearest daughter.
Daddy hears you Baby. I’m on my way. !!!  

Written by Philip
November 8th 2018.
Episode (2).
Family ties. Winding roads. Rescue Princess
The long and winding road.
Highways that never end
Especially when they have repairs

Long mile after mile after mile
On valleys without a sun’s blessing
Nor a single tree or prairie grass in sight
Gas and diesel stations few n far between

Anxiousness building from a lack of fuel.
No wonder it feels like a long and winding road
Do you think she will be there when you arrive?

When you received that frantic text message
In the middle of the night. Help me. Super-poet
Now that I know that I can trust you HELP !!  
Don’t you always find that ? When your busy
In the middle of the night , dreaming dreams
Never hearing from your lil princess in weeks
Goodness knows what she has been up to ?

Road trips never were my favourite pastime
On a long and winding road into the desert
And I understand that you now need rescuing
Daddy hears you Baby. I’m on my way.

Written by Philip
November 8th 2018
Episode (1)
Long and winding road. Dreams. Desert. Fathers.Daughters. Rescue.
Air conditioner.
Air conditioner
I made it possibly to live in relative comfort
Refreshing air by clever refrigeration cycles

Clever cycling of Freon gasses as compressed
Oh Mr Carrier you made it all so possible
Natural climates in the home and malls
Dynamically altered to a comfortable temp.
I am a poet n dispense without condition
To the world I give my poetry for free on.
In some places the Freon gas is taboo
Only my free poetry creates conditions
Never has so much poetry been released
Earth bound and channeled by Gods spirit
Relax now and read in the comfort of home.

Written by Philip.
November 7th 2018.
Natural play upon words and facts. On a technicality difficult subject. Air conditioning
No obligations
No obligations
Oh I expect that you’ve heard it all before ?

Only this time I mean it and that’s for sure
Because my love is so very unconditional
Love sneaks up on you. Whereas mine won’t.
It is heralded by trumpets and a symphony
Grand poetry recitals in your sacred honour
And gifts of inspirational fruity lollipops
Tutorials in the art of writing ancient forms
In a classic style or any style you wish for.
Only you just need faith. Yes faith in God.
Now make a special note of me. And follow
See I am the 1000thman  Kipling created.
Written by Philip.
November 7th 2018.
No obligations only Unconditional love
To breath and not be tired by breathing.
   (an acrostic )
To breath and not be tired by breathing .
Or to catch one’s breath when about to choke

By slow suffocating and no I’m not joking
Really it’s like a plastic bag over your head
Escaping death is the only natural remedy
A tube connected to home compressed air
That is the fate of sufferers around t’ world
Having chronic asthma it ain’t no joke.

And I have witnessed first hand the fear.
Not being able to breath when you awake.
Do you have that trouble now I hope not ?

No I wouldn’t wish it on any one this day n age
Oh to breath and not be tired by breathing
Tired by just keeping that old body alive

Be thankful if you can boast such good health
Each day count those blessings God has sent

To breath and not be tired by breathing.
I warn you that you may be old someday
Relax and remember this poetic warning
Endeavour to give up cigarettes today.
Death warnings carried on every packet.

By songs and warnings all around about
You listen but one more *** won’t matter

But there you cannot put the **** thing out
Relegation to the designated smoking area
Even though it has become a social place.
A conversation with a fellow smoker is sublime
Though to breath n not be tired by breathing
Having left if much to late to then escape
I see the grim reaper as he comes to get you
Nothing I could ever do again but pray.
God has now granted you relief from pain.
Written by Philip
November 6th 2018
Breathing was difficulties that my wife Barbara suffered. She smoked for much of her life and had to survive her final years on home compressed oxygen
Paperback writer.
Paperback writer.
Are you truely proud of all that prose ?
Perhaps you only produced it for the money
Exactly it was just to pay for the kids school
Reactivating the demands of publishers
Because they thought you’d something to say
And since then you have really struggled
Can that inspiration perpetuate day on day ?
Know now the block that many writers face.

Writing’s on’t wall my friend I’m bound to say
Read other writers work. Admits it is amazing
I read your latest book , it was ******* anyway.
Though you would utter “I am just a poet”
Even poets can hold a biased view today.
Rich rewards not guaranteed to be the way.
Written by Philip
November 6th 2018.
Paperback writers block. Publishers
Remember you are special. Ref 011
Remember you are special
Even though you're feeling blue
Most generous of fair ladies
Extra special in this wide world
My goodness I know your special
Beautiful and my woman brave .
Every day you generate perfection
Reacting to the trials of the day

You hold a constant disposition
Opposing vague and selfish folk
Un-masking any smart pretenders

And we all know who they are.
Remember you are very special
Earth angels have taught you well

Some say you reached perfection
Perfection ? Yes many years ago.
Even long before wise Solomons
Could their laws at first proclaim
I know you were a special case
As my woman your the one I know
Lead me we'a smile upon your face .
Philip written 18/09/2018
RIP dearest Barbara.
Remember you are special
Love love me do. (An Acrostic)
Love love me do.
Oh you know I love you.
Victory over reality you know
Ever faithful friend of my own

Love love me do.
Oh for Gods sake I love you.
Verbal pillow talk just ain’t enough.
Ever faithful friend of my God.

Me ? Well assume I am most God-fearing
Every book in the King James Bible read.

Dutifully I will love and revere my Darling wife
Oh if you please love me do.Without Condition
Written by Philip.
November 5th 2018.
Love Bible King James. Wife revere Beatles Lyrics
With a little help from my friends
With a little help from my friends
I may survive for for the rest of my life.  
This is the time that one reaches maturity
Having little or no chance of another love

As my last relationship was so very loving

Little did I expect to win that life lottery
It made my life so completely wonderful
To live with my sweet girl for full six years
Transforming my good life into a fantasy
Living and dreaming and planning the future
Every day treating it as it would be our last.

Happiness can vanish with the wind.
Ethereal Angels descended and took you away
Little notice was given it happens that way.
People are helpful and friends rally around

Friends love to repay the good deeds done
Reciprocate favours you’ve done in the past
Oh now with a little help from my good friends
My freezer is filled with choice foods o the day

Monthly cooking we do on a regular basis
Yet more help to set up a new poet office

Friends at the Surf club where I meet and chat
Relaxed by a pool n hot tub,I never did that
I get by with a little help from my friends
Even though I have all this. It’s just for show.
No I’d swap it tomorrow if it would bring to life
Darling how I miss you. I am lonely as hell.
So come back from heaven n look after ME.
Written by Philip.
November 5th 2018.
The sixth anniversary of meeting my wife.
I saw her standing there.
I saw her standing there.

She looked at me and I  Well I could then see
An Angel in the guise of a pure Madonna
Well that’s when I told her my wife she’d be

Having learned to live alone I was for her.
Every day for weeks I begged her to be free
Rich poetry I gave not taking no for an answer

So many weeks of calls she’s was wise see
The way I looked was way beyond compare
And she would never look at any another
Not since she saw me standing there.
Did I say that we lived many miles apart ?
I at the time had no place of fine abode
No rooms to call my own to impress her so
God knows , I must  to put my act together

The solution was a nice sea view apartment
Having made the nest she put me to the test
Empowering me to be her true n faithful lover
Reciting poetry I found my life it turned around
Each time I saw my darling standing there.
Written by Philip November 5th 2018.
A true story of how I met my wife Barbara
Let it be. .... (Acrostic)
Let it be.
Every time you wonder
That there may not be a God.

I would let it be, let it be ,let it be
The task is yours to solve ,let it be

By assuming you have God spirit within you.
Eventually you will solve it , let it be. !!!  
Written by Philip November 5th 2018.
The Beatles lyrics are most profound so let it be.
Nov 2018 · 249
Day tripper. ( An Acrostic)
Day tripper. (An Acrostic)
Day tripper.
An Angel of the streets
Yes  looked good in the dark with light behind

Though her behind sagged She were a tripper
Ripping through every penny that she made.
I knew her when she was young n beautiful
Pimps ran her life now and oh how she’d aged
Persecuted by the cops with the tricks to play
Eventually she became the tripper every day.
Rita was the meter maid of Liverpool they Say

Written by Philip.
She had a ticket to ride
But she don’t care.
November 4th 2018.
A nodding tribute to the Beatles.
Do you have a ticket to ride ?
               Do you have a ticket to ride ?
                 Only this Eagle’s for poets

                   You have to take JetStar
                    Of course no unwashed
                     Unless you show faith

                      Having faith essential
                       As no atheists here
                        Virtually a reality
                         Especially here

                          Air Sea Eagle

                          To fly up n up.
                            Into the sky
                             Careful now
                              Keep hats on
                              Experience it
                              Two hour trip

                                To Brisbane
                                Over mountains

                                Rivers and lakes
                                In a wink of an eye.
                                  Destination Philip
                                Experience the spirit.

Just a little fun.
A concrete poem. Written by Philip
November4th 2018.
Have fun with your words
Nov 2018 · 277
Come fly like an Eagle
Come fly like an Eagle
                Come fly like an Eagle

                       ­ A sea Eagle
                We will fly from Sydney
              Up and away to Brisbane
           So make yourself comfortable
       We will fly so high above the clouds
    Without the aid of any mind altering drugs
                         Don’t look down !
                          Trust in only me
                           For I am a poet
                           With the license
                           A special license
                           To an inspiration
- [ ]                   Living your dreams
- [ ]                     From that Fantasy
- [ ]                     Into your true Reality
- [ ]                    Fasten your safety belt
- [ ]              It’s just at the joint of my wings
- [ ]              Turn off all your mobile devices
- [ ]           Now let the poetry begin my friends
- [ ]       Write to me with your poetic inspiration
- [ ]                        Kind regards Philip.
- [ ] ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
- [ ] November 4th 2018.
A concrete concept of a poem
Nov 2018 · 195
Come fly with me.
Come fly with me.
Come fly with me.
   The history of the World
       And the poetry of the World
           Is more than just fascinating
               The fantasy that can be then woven
            Whist you are flying like an Eagle
         Far beyond the natural limits
      Of your very own experience
    And in a sacred association
  Come fly with me.
Written by Philip
November 4th 2018.
Flying with the fantasy
Upward is the only way to go.

Upward is the only way to go.
    Rising upon the warm breath
          Of inspired poetic inspiration
             Where you can fly like an Eagle
                  Writing heady prose like crazy
                    To your hearts humble intent
                         And your minds contentment.
                      Remembering your special.
                   And you owe it to the world
                  Right here and right Now.
              So write with positivity
      With poetic determination
Written by Philip. November 4th 2018.
Be inspired by the poetry of others.
I’m going downhill fast  (3)

I’m going downhill fast  
My stomach it is grumbling
I’m going downhill fast  
No food all day is frightening
I’m going downhill fast  
My insulin levels are rising
I’m going downhill fast  
I reckon my poor kidneys failing
I’m going downhill fast

I’m going downhill fast  
Wish I could find a cafe
I’m going downhill fast  
My tank is low on diesel
I’m going downhill fast  
Oh Christ is that a cop car?
I’m going downhill fast  
Just don’t think I am speeding.
I’m going downhill fast  

I’m going downhill fast  
Went wide on that last bend.
I’m going downhill fast  
Only nearly off my head and
I’m going downhill fast  
Oh and *uck knows where I’m heading
I’m going downhill fast  
Sorry . Should not give way to swearing
I’m going downhill fast  

I’m going downhill fast  
Nothing but a hot dog stand now
I’m going downhill fast  
Do I dare to stop now with a cop upon my tail?
I’m going downhill fast  
I  will stop an see I must chance my arm
I’m going downhill fast  
Doubt he will see my busted tail light.
I’m going downhill fast  
Written by Philip.3 rd November 2018.
Just a simple story of country folk
Nov 2018 · 96
What are dreams made of ?
What are dreams made of ?
What are dreams made of ?
I once heard a great poet question
And if asked then I ‘d like to say
“Sugar and spice and all things nice”
But oh no they ain’t. No way they ain’t
They are made up from episodes of lives
Of passed lives that I have experienced
In vivid wide screen projected block busters

Without reason or rhyme or any co-ordination
Or any obvious chronological order as I see it
No wonder I wake up in my loneliness so tired
I think by now I have certainly lived to long
And yet I know I have a duty to stay alive .
But I feel I have to say. I’m going downhill fast.
Written by Philip. 3/11/2018.
Nov 2018 · 711
Mummy, Mummy, Mummy !!

Mummy mummy mummy. !
Mummy Mummy MUMMY.!!
Look what I have done.
Rhyming moon with June.
Gived me sooo much fun.
I done it on myself.
So does it make me one?
Yes my dear sweet poet
From all that mummy taught you.
Hurry grow up fast
And make yourself a blooming
Written by Philip. 2/11/2018
(Wishful thinking)
Childhood ambition
Nov 2018 · 126
A stark lesson.
A stark lesson.
(Beware not to give it all away. )
A stark lesson I now relate.
If you put all into life and fail to withdraw
Your happy philanthropic nature giving more.
Men will arrive and take n never show remorse
Your coffers soon exhausted standing empty
Stripped by those you helped when you had
Never throw away a poem draft. You may lose the computer but a paper draft you may find 11 years later.
I’m going downhill fast  (2)

I’m going downhill fast  
My goodness I feel hungry
I’m going downhill fast  
No meals today n it’s 8:30.
I’m going downhill fast  
I guess the next town has a curry
I’m going downhill fast  
I could eat a horse n chase the rider
I’m going downhill fast

I’m going downhill fast  
Wish it ‘ud just stop raining
I’m going downhill fast  
My roof has started leaking
I’m going downhill fast  
Oh  a road house neon flashing
I’m going downhill fast  
Just made it in n I’m soaking.
I’m going downhill fast  

I’m going downhill fast  
Went inside to face a dragon
I’m going downhill fast  
Ordered coffee and a burger
I’m going downhill fast  
Oh and waffles n maple syrup
I’m going downhill fast  
Sorry dragon quips kitchen closed at seven.
I’m going downhill fast  

I’m going downhill fast  
Nothing to eat here I don’t think it funny
I’m going downhill fast  
Does it help I’ll give you money
I’m going downhill fast  
I told you fella we close at seven
I’m going downhill fast  
Drew my gun and shot the ceiling.
I’m going downhill fast  
Written by Philip. 2 nd November 2018.
A simple way to tell a story with aliteration of sorts where you can develop a fantasy in as many chapters as you like . It works well with nine lines and five stanzas
I’m going downhill fast. (1)
I’m going down hill fast.
I ought to get my act together
I’m going down hill fast.
Kissed my wife n said I love her
I’m going downhill fast.
Told her that there was no other.
I’m going downhill fast.
She says that I’m a liar.
I’m going down hill fast.

I’m going downhill fast.
Should have saved a fortune.
I’m going downhill fast.
Oh god it’s started raining
I’m going down hill fast.
My wind shield wipers failing
I’m going downhill fast.
My gearbox says it’s grinding
I’m going downhill fast.

I’m going downhill fast.
My boss has lost his faith in me
I’m going down hill fast.
I can’t give up the smokes you see
I’m going down hill fast.
This road is getting slippery
I’m going down hill fast
The headlights blind my capacity
I’m going downhill fast.

I’m going downhill fast.
Sleepy from the drinks I had.
I’m going down hill fast.
I am insured. So glad I am.
I’m going downhill fast
God knows why I live at all ?
I’m going down hill fast.
Gotta pull myself together
I’m going downhill fast.
Written by Philip Nov 2nd 2018.
A period in one’s life that creates “Experience “
If I were heaped with constant praise
If I were heaped with constant praise
My head would swell my hat won’t fit.
All I ask is my poems sometimes read
By comments saying words well said.

Six mumfs ago I cuddent even spel poet
Already Now by God I think I are one
I can rhyme hard things like cat and mat
And being a sudden genius is such fun.
Written by Philip  1st November 2018.
All writing has a base line from which to rise.
We can rise on wings provided by Hello Poetry
Nov 2018 · 220
Mission impossible.
Mission Impossible

Your mission should you choose to accept it?
May be tougher than total disease eradicated
Slower than abolition of third word poverty
No pinnacle as high as a career in true poetry

You will be deprived of all satellite navigation
Ostracised b friends n fair weather neighbours
Unarmed just words are your feeble protection
Your existence denied , should they ever get u

Let me warn you my brave poet friend
Take heed, you may think it no problem
Write all this free verse indeed w’ a vengeance
But once your outside defending fair maidens

Vanity n pride are left behind at your station
Your mind be clogged with a million quotations
This text , it destructs thru your own hesitation
Poet laureate you are not in my estimation.
Written by Philip. 1st November 2018.
A poem in free verse
Oct 2018 · 358
All in love is fair.
All in love is fair. ?
All in love is fair?
Love ? Don’t  need me to tell you it ain’t true
Love is so one-sided , you feel taken for a fool

In love or out o’ love are there any special rules
No one can say without hindsight anyway.

Love may still be said , be essential to the plan
Of couples in attraction,magnetism draws ‘me
Violate the trust though it’s to remain unsaid
Eternal life relationships are most times rare.

In man a selfish gene’s bin resident from birth
Sons waited on by hand and foot by mum.

Females are the servants of that super Adonis
All macho drinking and reading tabloid papers
In life only love that’s fair is love n no condition
Requited love is sure “The only love that’s fair”
Written by Philip
A common question in any relationship
Title.        Never take for granted
the greatest power, the power to choose.
                ( An Acrostic ) of 50 lines.
Never take for granted the greatest power.
             The power to choose !
Every concession,or subsidy in whatever form
       As a contribution or donation to charity
Value this as a highest prize , volition is the          
   Sacred power to choose ,use that power well
Efficacy empowering the production of results
   By marching forward in a positive direction
Ranges of choices sometimes oh so wide as to
   Make a decision very difficult indeed.

Two equally ,typically undesirable alternatives
     We get to know typically as a dilemma
An act of choosing to take up one option as
     Opposed to another to maintain momentum
Knowing that there’s no apparent option rather
   than the real , you have “Hobson’s choice”
Embarras de richesses you become spoilt for
     Choice, is the other side of the coin.

From the comparison betwixt the humble poet
      And the power hungry “Megalomaniac,
Optimising in an act of choosing between the
  two, voluntary ,of one’s own free will Choose
Rights to act or judge by your power of choice
   you may call this discretion,one or t’other

God grants such power as yet unmaterialised
    and unrealised which he labels potential.
Relinquish that potential at your peril
   you may never live to see that choice again
An area of power and influence you may get
    to understand as your domain but reflect
Never take for granted the greatest power,
   the power to choose.
Twitter and chat with all and sundry
    relatives you’re born to, friends you choose
Even if you use your power of wit n influence
   and see it as weight n clout you throw about
Delegate or depute and assign somebody to
    make your choices for you. No don’t quit !

The A to Z of choices takes no time to ponder
    If you take for granted the power to choose
Hub of influence power centre ganglion from
    which nerve fibres radiate to every solution
Even by commencing from “A”. Aha . Eureka!
   you have chosen first time lucky .But wait. !

Great though he may appear as the “Boy”
  of your dreams, will he stand the test of time?
Retiring back into your shell ,your”Colleagues“
  At work never choose to know the real you.
Every “Demi-God “or “Elder”that you meet ,
  give respect to ,spoil it all by choosing not to.
An “F” word muttered under your breath .
    A “Gender” question,which choice of path?
To “Hero-worship” then a real life commitment
      “Interpreters “ of choices thru a Drago Man
Established in the art of choice as lead by
  “Jesus” Christ “Knowledge “that it will not fail

Superimposed, will “Liquidise “and blend
    all the choices that are available “Mmmmm”
To the most “Natural “smoothie that you have
   ever chosen to drink. “Ohhhh” yes. !  

Pause and “ Pause” again ,do we really under
    stand the power of choice. Procrastinate  !
Oh put off until tomorrow, “Quit” whilst ahead
      “Realise” your winnings in the now.
Weather you “Seek” perfection ,or an easy
    way out . “ Take” heart it is your choice
Ethereal choice becomes the mother of
    invention, when and where necessities dwell
React with an un-earthly prowess and ability
   to establish what was to be the right choice.

The “ Virtual “ choice that you could have
   made under the circumstances, bono-fide.
Having and knowing you have the power
    Of choice, it leaves it in your hands.
Even if you get the choice “Wrong” this time
    it is your mistake , no one else’s

Pretty soon you will know the error and mark
  It with an “X” n strive to get it right next time
Only “You “ have this individual power
   To make up your own mind .You do, don’t you
We can all be as”Zealous “and pedantic as
   You like in life but choices win through .
Even if you can’t be bothered to take the
   Choice to read this poem, on and on and on.
Reacting in a moment of impatience.
  “ what am I doing wasting time reading this?”

To have a power of choice is a valuable power
    not granted to all people of the world.
Oh stay with me ! Tell me that you understand
    the meaning of this poem. Do I make it clear

Can you choose? Do you choose? Are you
   exercising a sacred power that you’re given?
Holy power, not given to timid mice sitting
  on the fence waiting for the right choice
Oh no ! Never take for granted the greatest
    power, the power to choose.
Onlookers and bystanders are you learning
   from any of the simple examples I have set?
See unless you see and understand the good
   and bad choices made by man thru ages .
Earth and the Universe would have failed
  In its quest to provide a Heaven that we seek
Written by Philip. 30/10/2018.
This is not your average Acrostic. I have incorporated an A to Z. Abcerian within its length which requires extra effort and stayed within a first person monologue. I hope the reader liked this effort. It took a week to write.
Look. ( for those with eyes to see)
Look alive this day could be your last.
Look not a gift horse in the mouth.
Look not blue if happy times are past
Look through rosy glasses if in doubt.
Look in back,you’ll turn to pillared salt
Look one direction n paddle other way.
Look daggers at the man who is at fault
Look for that needle in a stack of hay.
Look,behold your words. Speak your mind
Written by Philip
Posted 30/10/2018.
I have found my paper store of many poems written between 2004-20012. I shall post a few for your pleasure and of course my own. This is from 2007.
Oct 2018 · 113
A lesson fo life.
May I share with you ?
This simple Haiku

May I share with you?
This uplifting poetry
With me all my life.

From Memory my favourite poem by Rudyard Kipling. “IF”.

If you can keep your head when all about you Are loosing there’s and blaming you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you ,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about ,don’t deal in lies.
Or being hated ,don’t give way to hating ,
And yet don’t look too good ,nor talk too wise.

If you can dream ~and not make dreams your master ,
If you can think ~ and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to ,broken.
And stoop and build them up with worn out tools.

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch and toss,
And loose ,and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the will which says to them “Hold on “

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue
Or walk with kings~ nor loose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you ,
If all men count with you , but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds worth of distance run
Yours is the earth and everything that’s in it ,
And  -which is more- you’ll be a Man,my son !
Now my father and mother gave me a copy of this poem when I was about 10.
I have tried to tick all these boxes ever since.
It may seem a little old fashioned now as it was written about 110  years ago.
It’s always helped me.
I needed each and every virtue today.
See all of the above is true and will carry everyone through the trials of life . This has worked for me , I know it will work for you.
At funerals eve we lift a glass or two. Ref 015
At funerals eve we lift a glass
To drink to life of our dearest Barbara.

For fighting for life leaves nought to chance
Under such a threat they let you go
Not minding that you were my finest jewel
Engaging through how sweet the nectar flows
Rarely stopping in pursuit of the Wizards too
And fearless did you act and it goes to show
Lesser women fade but not Barbara Browne
She had enough she had enough yes enough

Eventually the strongest boughs will break.
Virtual reality comes to the fore mind  n body
Earth to earth ,ashes to ashes , dust to dust.

Woman of a very extra special beauty note
Even if your face n body are beyond compare

Little hints and wrinkles become so apparent
I could only see the most beautiful of women
Fortune favoured me when I met my Barbara
Twinkling eyes ,a noble hint of sophistication

And an arrogant methodology scary but true

Glasses we would raise upon a nightly phase
Limited as one is to just a long iced cordial
And me ? Well me she poured a *** or scotch
So at funerals eve we lift a glass or two
Summers ,winters,year on year to Barbara.

Rest In Peace my darling girl. Be not afraid
The tornadoes now released will fade in time

Written by Philip 26/9/2018.
Barbara was a SRN and Midwife, a lifelong supporter of AA. Rescue of those addicted by alcohol and drugs.
She will be well received in heaven.She was my Woman Brave.
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.

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
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.
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
Our own light. (An Acrostic Poem ) 28/10/18
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”
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.
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.
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
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

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. “
All that I have ,give I to thee. Ref 006.
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
Philip. January 29th 2017.
Written to my wife Barbara in the days of our life of absolute happiness.
Unconditional love both ways. Ref 018
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.
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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