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With a little help from my friends
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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.
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Written by Philip.
November 5th 2018.
The sixth anniversary of meeting my wife.
A Poem ~ A valuable lesson learned as a child
Composed by Philip October 7th 2018. Ref 024
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A valuable lesson learned as a child.
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A valuable lesson learned as a child.

Valuable for all the obvious reasons.
And when it comes to my minds filed
Labeled “Experience “ that is its location
Unless you are so pure. You know what I mean
As seldom in this world only Angels are pure.
But as you know, life is a series of experiences
Life is a precious hour or a hundred years
Every now n then you learn a valuable lesson

Live it , learn from it , store it in the memory.
Eventually you have a wealth of experiences.
So where am I going with this poetic analogy ?
Sometimes a valuable experience surfaces
On this occasion I was about five off puberty
Not knowing much with God fearing practices

Learned the Commandments not new to me
Every Sunday would read n recite At masses
A sacred list of ten as God watches over me.
Repeating verbatim in our daily Bible classes
No Gods before me , nor taking God in vain
Even remember to keep holy the sabbath day
Daddy and mummy would ever be honoured

And most important know “Thou shalt not **** “
Shalt not adultery commit ;Whatever that was

And the big one of all Thou shalt not steal.

Children under Gods eye cannot steal.
Having no mind bearing false witness because
I would not covet neighbours wife or goods.
Like at the time covet was not known to me.
Did I ever imagine how good life would be ?

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An Acrostic poem. By Philip.
Written Sunday 7th October 2018.
As a tribute to my dear departed Barbara.
An Acrostic exercise
The long and winding road.   (2)
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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. !!!  

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Written by Philip
November 8th 2018.
Episode (2).
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Family ties. Winding roads. Rescue Princess
No obligations
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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.
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Written by Philip.
November 7th 2018.
No obligations only Unconditional love
Poem
On the third day. Ref 017
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On the third day.
Now as I roll away the stone

The thoughts and actions gathered
Heartfelt intentions placed in memory banks
Establishment of our communication method

The road ahead of course is uncertain
Having Barbara with me ,an essential
In sickness and in health , for better or worse
Reacting to each problem with a solution
Devoting myself to our spiritual togetherness

Daily as I roll away the stone .To clear a path
Act and react without a seconds thought
You have made my mind up . My woman brave
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Philip
27/9/18.
This poem is written at the death bed of my dear wife Barbara who was held on a life support in Hospital while her children and grandchildren gathered at the bedside. On the third day She ascended into heaven and was relieved from all pain. This is one of my 30 days of mourning. The first month of a lifelong mourning
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.
155 · Oct 2018
A lesson fo life.
May I share with you ?
This simple Haiku
30/10/18.

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 !
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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.
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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.
The long and winding road.   (4)
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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. !!!  

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Written by Philip
November 9th  2018.
Episode (4)
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The slow madness caused by driving in the hot sun
151 · Oct 2018
Gold and silver
Gold and silver have I very little of
But such as I have of spiritual wealth
Give I to thee, my family and friends
And farther more it is .....Unconditional
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At funerals eve we lift a glass or two. Ref 015
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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.

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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.
143 · Nov 2018
What are dreams made of ?
What are dreams made of ?
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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.
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Written by Philip. 3/11/2018.
Dreams.
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.

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Written by Philip
November 8th 2018
Episode (1)
Long and winding road. Dreams. Desert. Fathers.Daughters. Rescue.
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.
134 · Oct 2018
Remember you are special
Remember you are special
Especially to all other poets
Metaphysical or in the real word
Especially to all dead Poet society’s
Metaphysical or way out in the Cosmos
Beyond the far distant blue blue horizon
Especially to all employed Librarians
Remember you are special

You are special to your lover of course
Only he or she appreciates your true love
Understanding the way to a lovers heart.

Art for art’s sake , but poetry for the sake of love
Real love screams off the page without a pause
Especially if you both sing from the same page

Singing together and dancing together endlessly
Poetry is so essential to know the other by heart
Each kiss will remind you. That you are special.
Complete this act of love without inhibitions
I know that it worked for me through life
And now that my Darling has gone forever
Love that we had will stay with me for eternity

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An Acrostic tribute to my special one.
We three,my echo,my shadow n me.
Echos of the times we spent together

Though my darling has gone I hear her
Hear her as she repeats her loving phrases
Reciting to me all our favourite poetry
Echoing in my ear the words “Know I love you”
Echoed through our empty sad apartment

My Darling has finally gone , I miss her so.
You can see how I miss her. I am but a shadow

Even though folks say that I’m coping well
Choking back tears that fall daily from my eyes
Hate the single shadow that the sun now casts
Only there used to be two, we were inseparable

My love has gone lifted by golden Angels
Yet her voice and her beautiful spirit still resides

See my shadow now stoops , I used to be tall
Having now to carry the weight of the world.
And we three, my echo , my shadow n me
Discussing how we loved her ,oh how we loved
Oh we are all three of us are so broken-hearted
We thought forever was the way it would be

Now suddenly all bets are off. We were cheated

My echo, my shadow and little old me
End of life as we knew it,a terrible calamity.
An exercise in Acrostic poetry. In grief
Poem ~Lifted by Angels Ref 018
Written by Philip. 29/9/2018.
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Lifted by Angels
In that music that we loved
For the last six years together
The times just seemed to fly
Encouraging our relationship
Day by day , year by year you know

Barbara you were the love of my life
You know that Darling and it shows .

Anyway you see me now ,in my deep despair
Nothing really matters ,except everything.
God placed us both together ,a token period
Let me promise to the world , you ‘re ever here
Every minute of the day wherever I may be
Songs played together sung n danced the
            Night Away. ~~~~~~

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Inspired by the track ~ Lifted by Angels
By John Farnham.
You may not know John Farnham in the USA or UK. Bit he is Rock Royalty in Australia. Listen to this track and appreciate the lyrics and the guitar riffs
When all else fails you have got to love thyself
A poem written by Philip. 2/10/2018. Ref 021
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When all else fails you have got to love thyself
Having spent so much time loving you my dear
Eternal will be that love and never ever waiver
Not in a million years although I share you !

Although I share you with the wide wide world.
Love that you have to others was boundless
Love that was free and so unconditional

Even when all else fails. I will be there for you
Linking arms with you and marching through.
Seeing that now we’re alone we love ourselves
Especially now that we are spiritually alone

For now we are alone when all’s said n done
And you in your heavenly corner and I in mine
In a biblical context love our neighbours
Love them as ourselves and love thyself
Simply love all and sundry unconditionally

Yes and love yourself with an equal passion
Often I would hear your words. Know I love you
Unspoken now , because God took you away.

Hectic now are my days on earth without you
And I guess more than ever I must love my self
Very sad the long moments that I now endure
Every day I find a mountain of which to climb

Grandchildren vanished as a wand was waved
Oh I guess that care we gave is tossed away
Though I love them all without conditions

They will remember me as a distant memory
Oh when all else fails you gotta love thyself

Love yourself and get on with your life.
Onward as if you have not a care in the world
Virtually ostracised from your life of yesterday
Especially as you and I were so in love.

Though many people of our age stood back
Happiness came to the front with our love
Year on year month on month a day at a time
So now you’ve gone from me my darling girl ?
Earth angels and guides comfort my grief.
Love ? For there is no better word as how I feel
For love I send you n and save little for myself
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Written by Philip
2nd October 2018.
Loneliness is a companion to grief. My dear wife Barbara died in September and I am grieving but poetry now bridges the gap and fills the void.

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