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Truth Truth is what you seldom hear When on members you are relying Politics is a shady business Highly dependent on lying It is even worse with news reports When your country’s at war The enemy is always in the wrong Doing things that you deplore Don’t ever trust the memoirs Written by a politicalContinue reading “Still More Passing Thoughts”

Lies Lies are the potent tools of modern life Their degree of use  Is an intricately woven pattern of deception At the least dangerous level Is the Barefaced Lie This is simple to recognise And brings the user most often contempt A folly easily detectable A more treacherous level is the Rogue Distortion Characterised byContinue reading “More Passing Thoughts”

Have A Nice Day How could you do this? A partnership is a sharing of decision making What has happened to trust? Weighing up of consequences together? Not to have a voice in planning defines your insignificance Creates a fallacy of importance That leaves the outsider mangled and in disarray Words can be the differenceContinue reading “Poetry Lives On”

Memory Once long ago A man threw mud in my face I don’t remember who it was And my life went on apace I bought a car one extravagant day It was extremely expensive I don’t know where on earth it is now Even though my search is extensive In the past I travelled ToContinue reading “Rhymes And Similar Poetic Devices”

Secret Hallelujah O I am Zeus and I rule the world But you’ll never see my flag unfurled For I am cunning and act propitiously And do my dealings surreptitiously My scheme for mankind has something new It’s to put all power in the hands of a few I am a combatant to rival HectorContinue reading “Poems That Come To Mind”

Fisherman My kingdom is rocks by the sea For I am a fisherman On many a dawn in the early light I stand erect In defiance of the waves That crash around my feet Cane rod pointing towards the sky Poised for the battle In my quest to conquer a dweller of the deep CunningContinue reading “Still More Reflections In A Broken Looking Glass”

Retrenched I am not employed any more Too old at fifty-seven Thirty-five years I worked for that firm Making electric motors I knew my stuff Learnt the hard way Went to night school for my trade needs Mastered all skills pretty well Endured the odd tyrant as a boss But that was no real problemContinue reading “More Reflections In A Broken Mirror”

Sad Thoughts Just a wearying for them All the sad folk who clutter up our television Getting our attention so very often For just a few contaminated moments That woman murdered by an estranged partner Two children killed by a father who shot himself later A black man kneed to death by a guilty policemanContinue reading “Poetry Continues”

Paper Boy I was a paper boy once Better that than school where I was a dunce “Pay-per, pay-per, World get yourWorld,” I would cry Shouting at people in the hope that they would buy Selling on corners or trams going past Carefully ensuring no step was my last That life was hard and neverContinue reading “More Poems Still”