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Meddling Madam

Meddling madam, miffed and mad
Makes me see red; she’s just so sad
For with so little in her life
She seems intent to cause such strife
And interfere; upset as well
To make our lives a living hell!
Yet does she care does she perceive
The fall out from her wanton greed
The chaos and the disarray
That she leaves in her wake each day
Or is it all for her ego
In which case let her burn and go


There’s a thing called curiosity
Much like the candle’s wick
When lit illuminates the mind
And rallies it real quick
To burn with inquisitiveness
The quest to find out more
As learning waxes lyrical
And opens up the door
Of enquiry with great desire
To be right in the know
The wish to will the flame so bright
Wherever it might glow

The Mirage In The Mist

Can you hear them? Can you see them?
The people in his head
That persecute his every move
And haunt the road he treads

Illusions in neural pathways
Apparitions of his mind
The ignis fatuus that burns
So bright he swears you’re blind

Can you gain the insights he believes
He has much like a gift
Yet which evade your reckoning
In stark paradigm shifts

For though to him these things are real
In your reality
They’re figments of imaginings
That you and I can’t see

But does that support or uphold
Him on this path he leads
Abused by all who laugh and mock
As slowly his heart bleeds

And is it right we judge and scorn
This man whom God has made
Leaving him in his wilderness
Confused; alone; afraid?

For though his thoughts seem abstract and
Beyond perceptual grasp
Let’s more so offer compassion
Give him a hand to clasp

Let’s see the man behind the mask
The person who exists
And with cognisance burn away
The mirage in the mist



It’s really very easy
If you slip up have the grace
To say you’re really sorry
And say it to the face
Of the person you have upset
For the problems you have made
Without hiding behind a veil
Or building barricades

For no-one’s really perfect
Few have gone through life without
Causing distress by their mishaps
Or raising voice to shout
But though it may seem hardest
Just bite the bullet quick
And make amends; do the right thing
Stop getting on their wick!


Impetuous is my middle name
An impromptu affair
That loves the spur of the moment
Loving life with no care
Looking for fun and a challenge
With adventures to explore
Laughing when dancing in the rain
For the now is so much more

But will the now catch up with me
Will it cease to be a craze
Will it offer less as time goes by
Will it cease to then amaze
For now is great and that’s just fine
But maybe then is best
For isn’t looking forward great
And all part of life’s zest?

So impulsive may suit me fine
And living in the now
But maybe there is so much more
If only I allow
A little time to think and plan
To wait expectantly
For delayed gratification
To kick in instantly


Judgement Day

The net is getting tighter
Like a noose around his neck
So soon he’ll have no place to hide
As no box will be unchecked
For when all’s done and all is said
The truth always come out
And when it does he’ll hang himself
Without a shade of doubt
Not by what he may well have done
But moreso where he’s failed
To do the right time; act fairly
Not covered up his trail
Of lies; deceit; abuse; neglect
Call it what you may
For at the time of reckoning
It will be his judgement day!


Downward Spiral

She stands and shouts
She rants and raves
She reprimands
And then depraves
The innocent
No care at all
For the upset
Nor the downfall
That leaves her victim
Mouth aghast
Devalued from
The public blast
Bruised and bereft
In state of shock
From this onslaught
That takes no stock
Nor quietly seeks
To sort things out
Without the need
To stand and shout


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