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.
,

Are you a victim of your time , must you live
       With your mistakes, and suffer ?
Really it’s time we wake up n smell the coffee
Every problem has solution,so let’s start today

You need not to put it off or procrastinate .
Oh I know it’s easy said , so best get o’t a bed
Unless you ever wish to live with a mistake

And identify the faults, without delay.

Verify with me , in the best way to identify
In a poetic form an A to Z of your mistakes.
Can I start with A the abandonment
The abandonment of self-surrendering
I next target B for Bacchanalia nights
Melancholic days getting over a hangover

On to The Cacodemon of an evil spirit
Found in our home , a most malignant person

Yes and Depreciation of the value of our
        assets usually by the Bankers we trusted.
Oh to have the benefits of fiscal hindsight
Understanding E as extenuating circumstance
Reason then becomes the excuse for failure.

Together with F the F word so commonly used
In emphasis to any topic or discussions
Migrating to G , not mistaking God or life alone
Ethereal spirits surround us n help us choose

Methodically H the mistake that you made
Unwittingly you could ignore Holy Spirit of God
Sympathetically I now carry the spirit with me
The change to my life is now monumental.

Yes up to J for the justice that you mistake
On the times when you are it’s sad victim.
Understandably K for Karma of getting out of

Life , whatever you put in.You are punished too
In reaching L for Life. Well the mistake is plain
Virtually you spend a lifetime getting to grips
Engage with M for the mistakes you made

With each one made , don’t cry , learn from it.
In a section for N then note daily five blessings
That you have , it is a mistake not to care.
Having an Opinion is fine but it’s a big mistake

Yes to be opinionated or dogmatic with others
O is followed by P for Procrastination of time
Uselessness , putting off what’s needed today
Reaching the Q the queue that you got into

Mistakenly got into as more haste less speed
Indicative of R for recapitulation of all mistakes
Some simple and some massive and correct
To sequester an S for sententiousness
And pompous moralising must be avoided
Knowing the T of toutological mistakes
Even though it looks good in a poetry scan
So to the U. For understanding when a mistake

And a small mistake can have repercussions
Now to  Virtually every mistake has a price
Do you admit to it and face the consequences

Simplicity of the W to weather to own up
Unless you admit it and show grace n humility
Fortunately the Xanadu is not achieved now
For all the mistakes made have a huge price.
Eventually the Y n Z. Are the yardstick to
Reluctantly measure your path on to Zion.
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Written by Philip.
November 28th 2018.

The challenge
     (Free Verse )
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Praise be to God , we have eyes to see beyond
Befitting the wit of Mankind ever strong.
For years four-hundred maybe five
The Poets made the words to come alive.
Challenging proved me right n seldom wrong

The first rhymes I made way back at school
My fairest weather friends thought me a fool
A waste of useful time the taunted cry
Have they much better things always to do?
And to their fine X-Boxes could be glued.
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Written by Philip.
December 1st 2018.

It’s all a question of communication  Ref 020
An Acrostic:

A Poem by Philip written 1/10/2018.
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It’s all a question of communication
Telepathic between two minds , a sixth sense.
Something my love and I could always achieve

And it goes without saying we still in a sense
Living as we did in a happy loving relationship
Like we where both upon the same wavelength

And our gestures to one another paralinguistic

Queensland brought out the best in our nature
In that we never became incommunicado
Even at night, the sun never set on our wrath
Smiling or frowning I understood her kinetics
Though we may talk for hours over coffee
It’s all a question of communication.
On a scale of one to ten , I award her a ten.
Never in my life have I loved a finer woman.

Of that fact , I have not a single doubt at all
From way back my telephonic calls to her

Could last for a good six hours or more
On my old faithful Blackberry I’d text each day
Making poetry so loving and enchanting
My guides and saintly Angels played a part
Understanding my determination to win my girl
Now glory be My Barbara said “She loved me”
It’s all a question of communication
Clearly our liaison was blessed by God.
And later we sanctified our wedding rings
That trip to London n The Cathedral of St Paul
It’s all a question of communication
Only now my darlings gone and I’m alone.
Never to be apart our minds in perfect tune.
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Written by Philip. 1/10/2018.

Thoughts are few, save for thee.
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Thoughts are few, save for thee.
Having the vision of you in my mind
Oh I care not to carry any thoughts with me
Unless you be paramount I find
Gladly that cross i’de carry for eternity
Hearts now entwined and so entwined
Together we will face life with integrity
Some may interject but they are blind

And cannot run their own lives in harmony
Really do we need them in our daily grind
Especially as we have the spirit of simplicity

Few can match the loving ways and signs
Each road we travel from city onto city
We have a plan n can read between the lines

Save for thee my thoughts are but few.
And you’re constantly in my mind all the times
Virtually I carry you from places old and new
Each City , Town and Suburb with all rhymes

Formulating poetry of many different hues
On scales of magnitude I seek and find
Rhetorical poems of devotion negating blues

To lift thy spirits high above a limitless line
Heaven is the place to which our spirits fuse
Each memory your smiles provoke are sublime
Enchanting our lives you are my sacred Muse.
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Written by Philip
December 30th 2018.

The Poets greenhouse
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Dwell within your beautiful greenhouse environ
Your flowers bloom from seedlings sown
Regardless of the drudgery expended.
Your pleasure in the constant mindless tease
Though birds of paradise make for you a home
And the failed verse has no time lost grieving
Not for self satisfaction pure genius alone.
Stands alongside doleful critic without reason
Poets in greenhouses never throw a stone.

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Written by Philip
December 3rd 2018.

Melan.
A limerick

A fine poet we know as Melan
Has a genius second to none
Writes as a master
Never disaster
Now is the time to give him a hand.
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Written by Philip.
December 1st 2018.

The love I have for thee has no comparison
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The love I have for thee has no comparisons.
Hearts and minds such as ours are entwined
Even though we had long given up liaisons

Love is looming and this is love sublime
Oh and very practical suiting every occasion
Virtually ticking every box on every line
Expanding with each meeting you’re amazing

I won’t be happy until I really make you mine.

Had you ever sat for hours just star gazing ?
And wondering if you would meet a girl so fine
Vivacious, funny , beautiful and just my type.
Exactly why the love I have has no comparison

For I have had experience, I know I’m right.
On the scale of one to nine , i’de give a nine
Righteous that may sound but I never lie

The love I have for thee has no comparison
Hearts and minds such as ours are entwined
Entwining in amazing and unbelievable fashion
Expressing my love is an intoxicating wine

Having these thoughts inspire my passion
And I want to write without thought of the time
So whatever it takes I write with such a reason

Not short odd words of love without a rhyme
Or a stream of free verse so free of rhythm

Compared to any other women she is pleasing
On many and varied aspects of her life
Many a man ‘d love to have her for that reason
Perhaps now God has chosen her just for me
And I can walk tall and proud exuding charm
Rejoicing in infinite pleasure of her company
I walk everywhere feeling so free from harm.
So much so , I feel that I have won the lottery
Only not a small fortune but many millions
Now I know what it is to find a love of your life
She loves me, glory be, this girl really loves me
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Written by Philip
December 31st 2018.

For your eyes only.
   ~A Villanelle ~

For your eyes only I never need to hide.
For you can see so much of me that’s true
For your eyes only read between the lines

From now onward I feel our hearts are tied
There are people want to cast our plans askew
For your eyes only I never need to hide

We are good together I’m happy at your side
But snakes and jealous ******* make us blue
For your eyes only read between the lines

It’s strange but true our families allied
I have to say their not walking in our shoes
For your eyes only I never need to hide

Our love mustn’t be cast off to the wayside
They try to stop me from your natural rescue
For your eyes only read between the lines

You’re a woman I’m a man we are qualified
So we must play things right
For your eyes only I never need to hide.
For your eyes only. Read between the lines.
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Written by Philip.
December 9th. 2018.

Good advice.
(Limerick)
~~~~~~~~
Now Nature’s pen gives me good advice
The fruit that I buy is seldom nice.
The reason’s simple.
Fruit markets sinful
Now try to grow one’s own every time.

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Written by Philip
December 6th 2018.

When you wish upon a star.
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When you wish upon a star
Have you any Idea where it goes ?
Express ... it goes express into the cosmos
Naturally it’s a secret wish. Not seen on FB

You can never see it on that Twitter thing
Or in graffiti painted beautifully on walls
Under tunnels or on the sides of rail trucks

When you wish upon a star.
I happen to know that the fairies in the garden
Secretly leave their home in a pumpkin patch
Hail up the nearest Angel Michael or Gabriel

Under cover of the large cabbage daddy grew
Pops said wish into a magic red velvet bag
Off it goes with Michael or Gabriel up in space
Now when you wish upon a star.

And you find that all your dreams come true.

Simply get down upon you knees and pray.
To thank God for all his blessings this Xmas
And spare a thought for all the children
Round the world who are contented with life.

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Written by Philip.
November 24th 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 British rock star that we all know
Passing water on the Alamo
Biting heads off bats .
Why did he do that ?
Yet the USA they love him so.
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Written by Philip.
November 25th 2018

Humble patronage.
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Facts of life (1)

The facts of life hard learned
May take full course to run.
Although as a tender youth
You thought you knew it ALL
It’s not for want of trying now
That lessons came together
Our self confessed pure Genius
Or humbled muttered stammer.
The need to be someone revered
Both loved by all and sundry
Is whittled down with smiles n frowns
Be content you’ll make it someday.
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Written by Philip.
December 13th 2018.

A limerick (3)
I am a poet.
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I am a poet who loves his Queen
She loves him, do you know what I mean?
From dawn until dusk
Linked hearts in their trust
Forever and each year in between

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Written by Philip.
November 25th 2018.

2006
A stark lesson.
(Beware not to give it all away. )
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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
                       PLENTY.
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Give everybody the truth
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Give everybody the truth.
In a nutshell let’s be open about this.
Virtually nobody knows the meaning of life
Experience helps but it is a long journey

Every year goes by and you learn something
Very soon after seventy years you know all
Even though you cannot remember breakfast
Really you still don’t understand the meaning
You don’t understand the meaning of life
By now you would think they’d give us truth
Oh as some say the answer is forty two.
Did they think that they could fob me off ?
You have to get up early in the morning

The truth with a full disclosure is desired
Having no more beating about the bush
Every politician that wants our precious vote

Trust me. They rant, believe in me , I am truth.
Relax and smile , yes you’ve heard it all before
Unicorns are the holders of the whole truth
They are out there and only visible to Poets
Have faith my friends and the truth’s reveals

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Everything is poetry and  poetry is everything.
I~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~l

Everything is poetry and poetry is everything.
Variegated and multicoloured rich rhyming
Every line a rich tapestry of finest work.
Rhyming refulgent words brilliantly shining
Y-chromosomes with male characteristics
The male poems less feminine than the female
How do you tell the gender of a rampant poem
In everything is poetry and poetry is everything
Naughty poems are food and drink to youths
God fearing Catholic Poems are ubiquitous

In praise of God these poems are school fed.
Sunday schools singing their hearts in praise.

Prayers set to the music of the mighty *****.
Oh the Victorian poets were the masters of it.
Everything is poetry and poetry is everything .
The modern poets have lost the art of praise
Redemptions are hard achieved in gods name
Yet more poetry written on a toilet wall.

As six mumf ago they cuddent even spel poet
Now by Jove they are one. Hallelujah.
Desuetude books of self published remainders

Poetry being all things n all things being poetry
Osmosis of a dilution of simple talent lost.
Epistemological studies of poetic knowledge
******* in blue ribbons in chronological order
Rarely seeing the light of day on a dusty shelf
Years on a collection of dead poets published

In everything is poetry and poetry is everything
Sagas of eponymous hero’s before a nation

Escalading castle walls to rescue fair maidens
Vexatious poetry going nowhere but hanging
Every stanza a cliff-hanging story of old.
Refineries built to recycle old poems for new
You know everything is poetry as I have stated
There is not so much on web-sites ever seen
Hundreds of poems viewed n little critique
It gets brushed over with a simple thumbs up
Now next time you wonder ...Can I inspire. ?
Gainsay with gusto the death of the verse.

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Written by Philip.
November 16th 2018.

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.

To sleep and not be tired by sleeping
To dream and not be tired by dreams.
To meet with triumphs and disasters
And treat those two imposters just the same.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Written by Philip
November 15th 2018.
With a nodded acknowledgment to Kipling.

Fact of life .Understanding.
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If you are to seek true understanding
The main task that you have to undertake
Now crystal clear,set before your very eyes
Though it’s disguised in many shades of grey.

Prove to be a comfort to your fellow man.
Then be sure to be unselfish at all costs
The life long mission is in the loving healing
Never once let that sacred healing be lost.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Written by Philip.
December 11th 2018.

A sticky beak.
    Limerick
~~~~~~~~~~
A sticky beak from my family.
Tried to dominate the like of me
She’d better soon learn
My lucks on the turn
That my free will’s always been free.
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Written by Philip
December 4th 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.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Written by Philip.
November 11th 2018.
An Acrostic rendition of To everything there is a season.

The challenge
     (Free Verse )
~~~~~~~~~~~~
Praise be to God , we have eyes to see beyond
Befitting the wit of Mankind ever strong.
For years four-hundred maybe five
The Poets made the words to come alive.
Challenging proved me right n seldom wrong

The first rhymes I made way back at school
My fairest weather friends thought me a fool
A waste of useful time the taunted cry
Have they much better things always to do?
And to there fine X-Boxes could be glued.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Written by Philip.
December 1st 2018.

When you wish upon a star.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
When you wish upon a star
Have you any Idea where it goes ?
Express ... it goes express into the cosmos
Naturally it’s a secret wish. Not seen on FB

You can never see it on that Twitter thing
Or in graffiti painted beautifully on walls
Under tunnels or on the sides of rail trucks

When you wish upon a star.
I happen to know that the fairies in the garden
Secretly leave their home in a pumpkin patch
Hail up the nearest Angel Michael or Gabriel

Under cover of the large cabbage daddy grew
Pops said wish into a magic red velvet bag
Off it goes with Michael or Gabriel up in space
Now when you wish upon a star.

And you find that all your dreams come true.

Simply get down upon you knees and pray.
To thank God for all his blessings this Xmas
And spare a thought for all the children
Round the world who are contented with life.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Written by Philip.
November 24th 2018.

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.

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.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Written by Philip.
31/10/2007.

Blueberries are very cheap today
         A Limerick

Blueberries are very cheap today.
Much cheaper than they were yesterday.
I ate blueberries
And some strawberries
Whilst cheap they just ain’t worth the outlay.
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Written by Philip.
December 5th 2018.

Day tripper. (An Acrostic)
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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

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Written by Philip.
She had a ticket to ride
But she don’t care.
November 4th 2018.

A bright Wollongong nurse of renown
A Limerick
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A bright Wollongong nurse of renown
Worked hours on end for just a pound.
Slave labour in mind
Commissioners find
Move ages to when they retire.
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Written by Philip
November 27th 2018.

No it is not your fault.
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No it is not your fault.
Oh you are not to blame yourself at all.

I was the one that never found you searching
That forest was so dark that they hid you in.

I had to hack my way through to this place
So no it is not your fault.

No it was never your fault. You are blameless
Only I am the cranky one I should have known
That the way to a woman’s heart is difficult

Yes she has been abused by men for centuries
Oh why do you think that you are so different
Unless you think that cutting through a forest
Ripping up trees and fighting grizzly bears

Fighting off angry demons and fierce dragons
Are gonna impress this beautiful faultless maid
Unless you approach her with an epic poem
Love her for the rest of your natural life.
Then explain that it was never her fault.
            It was fate that drew you together .

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Written by Philip.
November 20th 2018.

There was a young boy of Kawana
              A Limerick
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There was a young boy of Kawana
Who would always be eating bananas
For breakfast and lunch
For dinner or brunch.
His life was full of such drama.
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Written by Philip.
November 29th. 2018.

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 !
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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.
,

Four fighters
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Four fighters on opposite sides.
With brave and just causes to fight.
Scared of each other
Ran straight to mother
On the very first order to fire.
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Written by Philip November 27th 2018.

You are my constant focus.
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You are my constant focus
Oh I want you in my life.
Understand that you are loved.

And not just by family and friends
Reflecting what you look for in a man
Eventually I will take aboard all you need

Magical feelings abound in me when we talk
You are my constant focus

Chronicle the days since we met as proof
Only we have to recognise this in real time
Not as some romantically induced dream
Simply I have to say we have chemistry
The chemistry that if mixed in proportions
A day,a week , a month , a year at a time
Naturally our love will grow and grow
Thus becoming the perfect relationship

For you are my constant focus
Oh I want you in my life.
Carefully I shall cultivate your love
Understanding all that you want from me.
Satisfying each n every need we ever have.

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Written by Philip

There is a man.
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There is a man.
He is at peace
Even in his grief
Respecting the past
Enduring the knocks

In spite of conventions
So willing to learn.

And if nothing is ventured

Man has nothing to gain.
And there’s everything to give.
No pain can’t be cured by
          the joy he can give !
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Written by Philip.
November 20th 2018.

Five wits hold the key.
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Having been blessed with wits of five
Of common sense the product of the senses
Imagination is the wit your sense is still alive
Fantasy’s imagination to which wit condenses
Estimation estimates the absolute infinity
Memory the wit of recall of passed empathy
Bring together all five in the same proximity
Check out the licensing of this poet anyway
Common sense, imagination, fantasy,
       Estimation, memory.
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Written by Philip
December 1st 2018.

It isn’t just the way you move.
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It isn’t just the way you move
That is the way of classic deportment

It isn’t just the way you speak
Speech is dictated by your education
No it isn’t just the way you smile
Teeth are an asset and laughter sublime

Just look it isn’t just the way you laugh.
Usually we laugh so much we start to cry
Simply it isn’t just the lashes that adorn eyes
The style of makeup indicates how you care

Then it isn’t just the colour of your nails n toes
Having weekly pedicures’s responds to those
Especially it isn’t the way you tweek my nose

We love to do that sort of thing to each other
And it isn’t just the way you always telephone
You ring me as I ring you just every hour

Yes and it isn’t just the way you **** my toe
On odd occasions we would **** each other
Usually isn’t just the way you write your prose

Mine is inferior to yours but your the mother.
Of course it isn’t just the way I just suppose
Vague entreaties saying that “I love you”
Establishing our bold proposals for our future.
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Written by Philip.
November 16th 2018.

2009
All in love is fair. ?
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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”
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Written by Philip
31/10/2018.

Loving correspondence.
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My dear I start not knowing what to say
As I sit here thinking a thinking every day
My poems oft’ fall to deaf ears daily
A waste of good time people tell me.

I feel from time to time , not often
Sometimes the rhyme exceeds perfection
Then worth the wait like mazes entered
Or fun from someone’s beach house rented.

I just let the fingers type the message.
Of what comes forth both good n plenty
The prose or grammar it won’t matter
It’s from the heart , not silly chatter.

It did my heart good with your missive
My treasure chest ,the top ,you’ve lifted
See now the rays of sun-beams glowing
From the roof tops , let us both be crowing.

The Thousandth man accused of crimes
Of broadcasting such amazing rhymes
Lies or deceit the untrue allegations
My resolve is strengthening day by day.

Though hard it is to gain approval.
Of one’s peers or social equals.
Princes, paupers, pals or pansies
Whatever person takes your fancy.

Though few persons need to sing my praises
I am your loving  Poet n I’m not crazy.
Craving only some slight recognition
To feed my thirst for your satisfaction.

So thank you Darling for your kind praise.
You lift up my heart both day on day.
Inspiring the best rhymes in me
To impress you with my poetry.
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Written by Philip
December 12th 2018.

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.

Metaphors
   ( An Acrostic)
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Metaphoric command worth the bother
Embellishments add beauty to the prose
Transfer meaning from one to another
Attribute to the dullest verse composed
Poetic license taken up as viewed.
Hyperbolic magnification theme
Out-worn cliches mixing metaphors new
Rhetoric seeks to pad out every line.
Souls destroyed when similes fail to rhyme.

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Written by Philip
December 2nd 2018.

There once was a poet of Alex
Who’s now collecting philatelic
The Stamps that he owns
Would make his wife grown
She banishes him to the attic
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Written by Philip
November 25th 2018.

There is a light.
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There is a light
Holistic and somewhat very spiritual
Ethereal in many ways and in God’s spirit
Relationships are being made from day to day
Ever wide are my circles of friends gathering

I am for sure now in a paradise with a purpose
Surrounded by the loves of my fellow men

And the sympathy of many women of grace

Light is definitely at the end of my tunnel
I can see it now and I have I am blessed
God’s good grace and spirit surrounds me
Having been through dark dark days
There is a light. Oh God there is a light.
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Written by Philip
November 27th 2018.

Past predictions are a symptom of future ones
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Past predictions are a symptom of future ones.
And I know that this must sound so confusing
So much so that I am obliged to discuss this.
That if you analyse a word like forecasting

Planet location based upon their position
Relative to the other planets in The cosmos
Really at any given time we call a Horoscope
Diligently many folks eagerly read their own
In that the symptoms that they display daily
Conscientious or without provocation typically
Typically in line with their signs of the Zodiac
It being an imaginary band representing
On the celestial sphere the planetary paths
Naturally divided into twelve signs or sections
So twelve sections all related to a constellation

All are symptoms of future predictions. ***.
Realise this and you realise we have little
Effective control over our own lives. ***

And in that case we are puppets of fate.

Signs of the Zodiac, the date , time born etc.
You only need to study numerology to know.
Many is the time when your life is predictable
Prophets and tarot card readings will say all
To some folk that may seem gobbledygook
Or others will agree that it was absolutely true
My prediction is that there is An Almighty

On that fact I have never had a doubt.
For weather you are born under the sign

For Capricorn, Aquarius,Pisces or Aries
Under these four star signs predictions made
Taurus , Gemini, Cancer or Leo the Lion.
Unless you take note and keep wits about.
Reputable sages and soothsayers all agree
Expounding the virtues of Virgo the ******.

On being more than just a great airline.
Now Libra keeps the balance twixt all.
Exactly as Scorpio and Sagittarius support.
So know that your life is written. IN THE STARS

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And written by Philip
November 22nd 2018.

Air conditioner.
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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.

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Written by Philip.
November 7th 2018.

The nurse wheeled her trolly passed my bed.
Thought I was peaceful , thought I was dead
But looks can deceive
And I’m in reprieve.
Comforted by , a good life ahead.
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Written by Philip
December 1st 2018.

There was a dentist known as O’Keith
              A Limerick.
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There was a dentist known as O’Keith
Who gave himself porcelain teeth.
When he took a bite
His hair caught alight
His cheeks looked like a plate of roast beef.
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Written by Philip.
November 29th 2018.

Nonesuch is the beauty of my love . Ref 025
A poem written By Philip.
10th October 2018.
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Nonesuch is the beauty of my love.
On a scale of one to ten. I say a ten.
Nonesuch is the depth of my love.
Everlasting and eternal friend of mine
Such it was in life , now it is in death.
Universally when a man loves a woman
Critically it’s understood, she can do no wrong.
Having a nonesuch depth of love she was true

It is no secret , what our Universal God can do.
So what he’s done for others he’ll do for you.

Though one gets tired of worn out phrases
Happiness between two lovers ? Essential.
Essential that’s what makes our love nonesuch

Because our love was without any equal.
Essential that’s what made our love nonesuch.
And for six years we made vows to love eternal
Understanding our tenure was time sensitive
Touring the world knowing our time was limited
You never put off until tomorrow.Do it today.

Oh many young lovers don’t appreciate time.
For procrastination is ever the thief of time

My love for Barbara ,well there was None such
Years of unconditional love graced a later life

Later life when we’d served for seventy winters
Ongoing life ,following dramas , following life.
Very happy was our constant daily relationship
Earth Angel listen to my loving  prayers thee.
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In remembrance of my Darling Barbara.
Written by Philip. October 10th 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.