The Nobel endorsement of one’s peers.
                      An Acrostic
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The Nobel endorsement of one’s peers.
Have you been born to into greatness ?
Easy if you have and the silver spoon fits

Not so easy though if your father was jobless
Or your mother left him n ran off with a poet
Bare with me whilst I relate as I was homeless
Ever read n writing .A poet but I didn’t know it
Long before mums lover ,Life was so hopeless

Even though I was a twinkle in her lovers eye.
Nineteen thirty nine and Poland was overrun.
Dunkirk was soon to be a last battle to survive
Over Europe war was on n Fighters in the sky
Rivers of blood Churchill said n he was so right
Seeing the Battles of Britain raging in the skies
Enemies at the gates n cities thru the night
Mum gave birth to me upon a bleak bus ride
Eventually she washed me oh so clean n bright
Now she’d a poet of her own to display w’pride
To her an only son was all she’d want in life.


Oliver Philip was the name she called the child
Four years a world war raged it was pretty dire

One small mouth t’feed was all she’d afford
Not a dull child , he soon learned to write.
Essays, stories and poetry every single night
So teachers knew this child was very bright.

People came from far n wide to view this boy
Espousing the works of all dead poets out loud
Even Shakespeare, Keats and dear old Malloy
Revealingly the secret that she fed him books
So giving her boy the noble endorsement of  
           Ones Peers.
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Written by Philip.
November 20th 2018.
An Acrostic.

Let it be. .... (Acrostic)
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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. !!!  
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Written by Philip November 5th 2018.

Is plain critique the fuel for inspiration?
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Is plain critique the fuel for inspiration?
Does it serve a poem if it is just liked ?
Is something lost in that translation ?
Or is it a form of speaking to the wise?

Some poets warrant some cool admiration
With terms of respect, loving every line.
In sharing ways of a poems incubation
A safe haven is within the poets mind.

Is plain critique the fuel for inspiration?
I think we must see the coin on both sides
A poet has to daily work with dedication
Not to suffer fools and always speak his mind.
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Written by Philip
November. 19th 2018.

A Poem ~ A valuable lesson learned as a child
Composed by Philip October 7th 2018.
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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.

The forgotten prisoner.
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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.
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Written by Philip.
31/10/2007.

What are your words worth
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Well thank God I am at last set free
Trapped within these pages so dog-eared
I began to think that no one wanted me.
The top shelf of a thrift shop was my goal
To be pulped at the recycle yard my fate
But “Glory , Hallelujah “ two dollars paid
This liberator took me home n read aloud.
“I wandered lonely as a cloud”
“ That floats on high o’er vales and hills “

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Written by Philip November 18th 2018.
Poetry of Wordsworth Published 1807.

City Desk

Each day my poet pathway
Is paved with good intentions
With so much sad fake news
Necessity soon becomes ....
The mother of invention.

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Written by Philip
November 18th 2018.