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.

There but for the grace of God go I.
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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 .
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Written by Philip.
November 10th 2018.

The weekends are definitely the worst
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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

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Written by Philip.
November 10th 2018.

This is so tough. ~An Acrostic
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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.

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Written by Philip
November 11th 2018

To breath and not be tired by breathing.
   (an acrostic )
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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.
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Written by Philip
November 6th 2018

To everything there is a season.
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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.
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Written by Philip.
November 11th 2018.
An Acrostic rendition of To everything there is a season.

Tudor Royals.   (An Acrostic)
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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
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Written by Philip.
November 10th 2018.

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.

Upward is the only way to go.
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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
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Written by Philip. November 4th 2018.

An exercise in manifestation
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Usually when you wish to manifest something in your life,
it is because of the emotions that it will enable you to feel.
For example, if it is a material possession
it may allow you to feel more successful and proud of yourself.
Or if it is a relationship it may allow you to feel connection, intimacy and union.
If it is a new job it may allow you to feel the excitement of new challenges.
If you want greater wealth it may allow you to feel free and able to make enjoyable life choices.
So start to drill down on why you actually want what you want.
This clarity will allow you to start praying for the emotional qualities first and allow you to start to come into vibrational alignment with what you are wanting,
and of course this will make it so much easier to manifest.
So start your day by thanking God and the Universe for bringing your manifestation to you in easy and joyful ways.
Then spend time accessing the joyful feelings that you want from your manifestation
and carry those feelings throughout your day, just like you would if you had already manifested your desire.
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An Acrostic Poem based upon the above text.
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Usually ,when you wish to manifest something.
Select yourself a Sacred Space to meditate.
Uncompromising access to a higher self
A feeling of emotional control is the one state
Like a magic wand of success ,a golden ring
Limitless love as your unconditional promise
You can be free to offer this ,as on the wing

When embarking on a fresh career or journey
Hail and anticipate that certain, new success
Excited in the field of that new challenge
Never doubt yourself ,trust in your certainty ;

You wish for wealth to ensure that confidence
On a scale unheard of by your group of peers
Unless you aim that ,high independence fails

Will you drill down to what you really want?
Is your dream impossible? Let wind in to sails,
So start your day by thanking the Almighty
Have a series of thanking the Universe as well

The blessings that you have in  life are such
Only now to understand their true wealth .

Manifestations starting with the first step
And carry those qualities all day long.
Note at least five gifts to be grateful for
In the following hours add them one by one
Finding and researching all the known virtues
Expanding each from groups of Seven.
Starting with the first being that of “Faith”
Then listing the second virtue now of “ Hope”

So on to third virtue we know as “Charity”
Oh , they are the easy ones that come to mind.
My list then comes upon my friend “Prudence”
Each of us appreciates the next as “Justice.”
Then the sixth virtue to live by is “Fortitude”
Have you seen the final virtue to live by?
I have and I recommend you make a friend
Name that friend “Temperance “ he’ll be there.
Go now and manifest with all your heart.
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Philip. Written 25th October 2018.

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.

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.

Whatsoever things are lovely , think upon these.
Having the mentality to differentiate fully
And having the egocentricity to separate
The wheat from the common chaff
Silicate or sand from a priceless diamond
Or the simplest act of kindness of a Samaritan
Even when all your five senses are tested
Visit that sixth sense , that gut feeling to see.
Each and every element to the smallest atom
Registers on your inbuilt Richter scale

That with good taste and selective education
Having been able to weight up the pros n cons
Intelligence accumulated over a few years or so
Nothing slips through the net.  Or cybernetics
Google will see to that in the blink of an eye.
So whatever things are lovely. Think of those

And go of to sleep at night like an innocent
Reactions not influenced by the course of day
Exercise your brain to think of lovely things.

Lakes of serenely calm waters , sailing craft
Or of a majestic pair of black swans and signets
Velvet cushions housing your beautiful jewels
Every loving keepsake your partner has granted
Lilies of the valley displays upon mothers table
Your grandmothers smile as she reads to you

Things that are lovely, think upon these things
Have not a care for the state of the Nation
It is not in our individual remit to be involved
No only worry about where you have control.
Know that if you have the power to fix it

Usually you fix it , without procrastinating
Procrastination is the thief of time. So act.
On those odd occasions where you fail to act
No points are added it’s a diminishing return

The task is never as tough as you thought
Having opted to think of the beautiful things
Each mindset that you have is sweet smelling
Smelling like a nosegay in an English garden
Excite your mind and think upon these things
So , my friend learn from my humble experience

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.

Where have all the poets gone. ?
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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.

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Written By Philip.
November 8th 2018.

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.

Poem written by Philip October 12th 2018     Ref 026. An Acrostic:
Worst part of loneliness is being without you
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Worst part of loneliness is being without you.
On most days I can fill my life with something
Rather than nothing or feeling sorry for myself
Sorry that now my Darling has gone pain free
Trouble is that we thought we’d live forever

Pausing seldom to think of a reality of ageing
Ageing is deadly. Parts wear out and die off
Reality dawns on us too late. Missed the bus
Typically missed spent youth comes to haunt

On those occasions when tobacco was king
From that day on. The fuse had been lit.

Loneliness now is your legacy to me as I lay
On those days in Queensland when it pours
Never in small droplets. No it really rains. !!  
Engulfing the storm drains and rivers n lakes
Like the whole heavens are crying “She’s gone
I ache from the loneliness. I am so missing you
Now I appear to the outside world I cope well
Every holistic solution know to man do I try
So many all the days of the week do I count
Some say they are a great remedy for grief

I argue not ,I think this does work well for me
So in my opinion the loneliness is the worst

Because you were always there to praise me
Exciting my day by your loving exclamation
I love you my darling , I love you , do you know
No doubt in our minds. We loved each other.
God knows how long he plans for me to suffer

Worst part of loneliness is being without you.
I start my day with a sort of positive stance.
Thinking I know exactly what’s in store today.
Having logged all appointments methodically
Only I do it alone. So very alone , very alone.
Unless I come to grips with this I’ll be very sad
Though I hate the loneliness this without you.

You my darling meant so very much to me.
Only through the tribute do I place thoughts
Unnecessary for anyone but you to hear.

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Written by Philip. 12 th October 2018.