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Angela Lisle Poem
Monday's child eats beans,
Tuesday's child is full of Greens,
Green's payments of spinach.
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David was a young man, David had courage
But David’s courage worried him somewhat!
Citizenship policy needed a Don
Leading by example was attractive, but forlorn
And Locke’s dominative turn had shattered the Kings’ celestial deity
Leaving very little in the way of piety or decorum!
What was needed was an enigma, not a dogma
But Enigma was purported to wear the mantle of Babylon
So David decided to free Enigma of Pandora’s box
By shaving Pandora of her Babylonian locks
And open the dreaded Pandora’s box
What would he find left inside
He wasn’t the first to try; then hind!
At the midnight hour when all were asleep
David decided to have a peep
The lock was broken? The contents robbed?
David was amiss as to what was flogged
You see Enigma as oracle was a feared bespoke
And so the robbers had changed her into a joke
But deep in one corner bechance left unfound
Pearls of wisdom still waiting to be formed
Pearls, neglected, disregarded - classed unfounded!
But needed!!!
Her battles were fought, presumed lost? - were contorted
The silver thread ran like lightening…
Shocking, thunderous, shattering, frightening
The vacuous content of Enigma’s box…
Multiplied by the Pandora legacy - the robbers’ lot!
The robbers’ dons amalgam displayed
Standing in rows,
Row upon row, upon row, upon row, multiplied, ten fold, nightmare!
All on show
Was this judgement day? - Armageddon?
Pity poor Enigma David thought, her box unfurled?
Was it a barrier? Empty? A burdensome world?
The lamb sacrificed - sorrowful?
Waiting for Godo?
Waiting for ascension?
Waiting for a decision?
Which way will the dialectic turn?
David will you make the decision?
Are you to judge the final hour? Do you have the power?
Will you have the courage? Can you see the end?
Is it the real one?
Or, will you be added to the battles fought, presumed lost, contorted?
Will Mystery remain or misery?
Will this be Enigma’s epitaph, her eulogy?
Will fate act upon this day, and decide for us which way, which way?
Which way will the dialectic - will - turn?
Should we live in hope or act?
Which act will it be? Pearls of wisdom, will there be?
In the end only if it’s the right action will it count!
Abandonment, anxiety, and despair, do you care? Does it matter?
Moral
If Pandora’s box be open, must have it
The peppered moth you fear not - the Enigma
First women - woe, misery - Madonna - you must trust
For without her you’d be cursed
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When Sartre suggested there was no God,
Did he mean female or male God?
What consequences were to be faced?
We should not live in hope he said!
We should always act rather than live in hope,
If we act rather than live in hope of rescue,
We are more likely to achieve our ambitions.
So I act - but what do you do if your act is taken?
Act again?
And what if this act is taken?
What if everything you do is claimed - after all, there is no God?
Every time you act/do something, someone takes credit.
If you stop acting/doing deeds that take you towards your goals,
Will you still achieve those goals?
After all, a wo/man is only as good as his/her last deed!
If someone always takes credit for your last deed, then what does it mean?
Footsteps in the sands of time...wiped clear...as you never existed!
One might ask why do they take your last acts/deeds - for the credit?
Are they taking your life - I.e. KGB?
One day you'll be gone and all you have will be theirs, especially your life!
After all, all your deeds are theirs now.
All your acts are theirs now.
All that was you is them now.
You have been washed from the sands of time.
You no longer exist.
Not even in a prism floating in space.
She is you now.
Your champion never came ~
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As the morning light came through a crack in the curtains,
it illuminated the fine thread of the spider’s web.
A spider, not wanting to be conspicuous,
remained in the shadow of the curtain –
ready to devour any unsuspecting fly caught in its web.
All that was caught in the web at that moment in time
was light –
web, light.
Separately translucent,
in tandem –
a wondrous prism.
Who would think that light from the sun,
an entity just as carnivorous as a hungry spider,
consuming all that gets too close;
could produce anything as miraculous as a prismatic spectra of colour -
when caught in a web.
What could compare but the spider’s web itself?
Light envelops everything that’s caught it its rays,
just as the spider envelops everything that’s caught in its web.
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Play
No work
Makes poor platter
Fallen house no shelter
And for want of nail a war lost!
Equal must!
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I'm Not in Love? Or I'm Not in Love? Or I'm Not in Love?
(A very sweet song, do you remember it from the late 1970s 10CC?)
It appears that we can never distinguish between
'The Beat' and 'The Beast'
'Love' and 'Lust'
'Love' and 'SEX' or
Venus? and Mars?…
I must say, 'Ambiance' I prefer to 'The Beat'
Most times
But lack of 'Ambiance' leads to
'Lust' for 'The Beat'; or 'Beast'
Or both?
Abstinence my friend would put the music business out of action!
For example, I abstained from listening to Roxy –
Did they sing 'Come on Eileen'?
Or were they the backing group for Bryan Ferry?…
Anyway, they disappeared –
…too many people were abstaining to buy!?
Yeah?
Yeah.
But really – what are Love Songs?
Anyway…
Hey you, I need a Friend',
But don't bend, cos, we both are bro, u, u, thers
Looks to me like what some call the evolution of the species
(homosexuality - it's on its second round!)
…is really not good (oh oh, oh oh,)
For males; cos females have both genitalia in the embryonic state
and via the process of evolution will turn into
Androgynous beings…
Oh dear, where would the music business be then? –
Eh, eh,
Full of Androgynous clones?
Or
Erogenous zone, oh ohnes…
Or Bowie 'Comin out' he/s clo oh onez (David was the only he/she I know who
went from 'he/s' to 'he' rather than 'she'?) I love him so very much!
Oh yeah...
If you turn this page on its side, the lines resemble an electronic lie detector or
an electronic heart beat monitor printout? I can't distinguish between neither of
these either. You should 'Go Ask Alice'.
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When I am depressed and full of woe
I like to walk miles and miles
Through woods and fields
By streams and brooks with stepping stone crooks
Friendly walk-ways and un-ventured pathways….Just talking
The whole world comes alive…
Water babbles and trickles
Flowers twinkle in the sun
Leaves rush through…
Friendly places for the blue
Watching birds in nests with young chicks at breast
Birds that whistle and woo, sing and cuckoo
Squirrels dancing all around, up the trees and on the ground
Leaves twisting and turning - stirring
Friendly blanket-leaves for youths’ spring spirit beneath
Inviting, friendly places
Nature’s aces, hands, full
Never leaving, cycling, completing
Wholesome land of Mother Earth
Friendly absorbing places of mirth
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I was walking through a wood, trees to the right-hand side of me on a slope -
upwards; rocks to the left-hand side of me, sloping down towards a lake. As I
walked along, I realized that I had three creatures at my side.
A tabby cat, quite large, indifferent, youngish. A dog, black labrador with the
physique of a rottweiler. An old dog with a stern, kind face. I thought it might snap
at any minute.
And a fish - browny-green. I held it in my hands. It was warm, very dry with not
scales but something like rubbery-rough textured skin. I focused on the fish,
passing it from one hand to the other. Then it dawned on me, the fish wasn't
dying yet out of water! So I said 'fish you can breath!'
The fish started to breath very deeply, slowly and calmly. I held it closer to get a
better look. Where upon, the fish's tail came off and felt to the rock. The tail
submerged and blended with the rocky crevices. I looked back at the fish in my
hand. It's head came off. The fish's head fell to the rocks and merged,
disappeared into a hole in the rock's surface. I was left with the flesh of the fish.
I thought to myself, should I eat the flesh of the fish. I was pondering over
whether it would be ethical to eat the fish's flesh? I thought, should I put the
remaining part of the fish in the lake to my left hand side?
It was then I realized I was dreaming. I started to analysis the dream I was having
as I dreamed. I thought - what does it mean to dream about animals? Well to
dream about a dog can have various meanings. If it is aggressive, it's a bad
omen. If it is kind it's a good omen. I went through all of the things the dream
could mean.
And then came the worst bit. I thought, If I know I'm dreaming and what it means,
I can alter the dream to be a good omen. Then I got frightened. If the dream is
there to warn me that something is going wrong in my life and I change it so that I
have a pleasant dream, because now I'm lucid dreaming and I can control it; will
this mean that the danger the omen signifies will happen because now I'm
controlling my dream world that is warning me of dangers in the real world? If I
don't receive the warning that I am in danger will I be able to prevent it?
I woke up in a sweat - I could control my sleeping world but not my waking world.
I want to control both! Thus, I've come to the conclusion that I'm a control freak, I
can't sleep without obsessing about control!
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I see you’ve larked with fairy friends,
On bough, in fields, near brooks -
Pebbles skim the water’s edge;
Jump skip, jump skip, hop - over brook…
‘Which side is greener?’ Asked the Dragon mare.
‘The bough of tree bridges brook - both sides have I tested’,
Says the fairy brave, but correcting honour charges -
‘From deep within the wizards’ field-view, safe!’
Adventure and foreign lands lay claim,
To imaginations fervent and fertile;
Treasures sought, leisure - larking be sought;
Toil is not for fairy folk!
‘Pray why, Dragon mare, do you enquire so?’
‘My thoughts to share with fairy folks? Ah!
‘I the pool have mastered so,
Can stir and stir the pool - like so.’
‘Watch the ripples in the pond,
Lapping and distorting so,
Muddy muddles shall I make - like so,
And in the commotion you shall I fake - like so!’
‘Watch the images of you and I…
Wish, I watch you say good bye!
Good bye! Good bye! Good bye!
The seeds I sow, like so - good bye!’
Images of Dragon and Fairy Reflecting,
Did merge in muddy muddles so,
But Dragon’s arm grew tired and weak,
Of turning and turning the pond so deep.
And wide and deep it grew as muddy muddles she did sow,
Till all around it would allow!
Tis not the way of the strongest bough,
To be broken by the Dragon’s breath.
Hence the bending bough that fringed the pond,
Did listened to the wailing Dragon sow,
The Dragon’s breath whistled, like wind;
Messages on air laid bare.
And bye the bye, time did pass,
Then all awaited with baited breath,
For the wind to change direction so.
And so it came - wind sowed did reap!
And in the pond ripples that lapped the sides,
Had changed direction so,
All engulfing did the Dragon find,
The successive waves that lapped her mind.
What a bind, the waves they lapped her mind!
‘Tis not the fairy that blinds me so,
But the bough that bends and shades the pool, like so,
And shades the reflection that is mine no more.’
There deep beneath the water so,
Now visible is the reflecting fairy so!
Bough he bent down low,
And offered the fairy reflected espousal.
Light and vision in the pool, now so clear…
Bough he ought not disappear -
Should fairy drown without him near?
Aurora swims so, dear; ought she not the Dragon fear?
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The bog of Incredible Stench
Not a place I knew of when young
Not a place I'd ever contemplate going to
Not a place I'd recommend – learning cure?
@Not a place I want to be@
Why do so many do so many regrettable things
Evita – no regrets?
They wish!
Borrow a life or two – hind – no regrets?
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I knew bizarre wear of the Emperor
New life – borrowed life
New life – better life?
New life – old strife
♣Invisible hands to help the Emperors into their robes♣
Invisible mantle stolen on view – star wear
All on show invisible bizarre wear
Star wear - star war
Poor star?
Poof gone?
Mantle gone!
Stardom gone?
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Catch a falling star for the pocket
New life – borrowed life
Catch a falling star for the pocket
New life – better life
Catching a falling star for the pocket
New life – new lies
Catch a falling star for the pocket
New life – old life, old strife!
Will you go
To ware stench?
Will you go
following
stardom?
Does it
happen
or
is it
taken
Nurtured thievery
Kept not given back
Thievery of many to greedy to know
They're Emperors on Show
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