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The Match. the Net. the Ball.

Tension you can cut with a knife.
The crowd so divided.
Players with limbs so lithe.
Three long months since they last collided. 

Into the circle centre took a step.
The whistle was blown.
Next instant, the players after the ball leapt.
So competitive. So in the zone.

Brothers verses Sisters.
Husbands verses wives.
No Missus or Mister's.
Just two teams. Two sides.

Wing attack bowled over.
Wing defence offside.
If your gonna challenge us ever.
At least revise the rules, guys!

Treating it too much like football,
Long shots over head.
No short and fast passes of the ball,
Like play should be instead.

Goal attack sharp and fast.
Goal defence big and...just big.
Bounce passes needed for our lead to last.
Pathetic is their too confident jig.

Goal keeper so tall.
Solid in defence.
Goal shooter so small.
Imparts their skill thence.

At the edge of the hall.
One hundred breaths were held.
Now! The three second rule!
No closer a stare on that ball could've been held.

Up past the keepers wild lunge.
High above the net.
Before down, down- the plunge.
Right through that scraggerly net. 

Excitement rapidly boiling.
Till echoed the explosion.
Seven girls with joy squealing.
Seven guys in gutted humiliation.

But we hold up our hands.
At the final score.
Your win of that game stands.
And your sportsmanship we implore.

But come the summer.
When we play you again.
We'll show no mercy. 
Even to you our men. 

Until that fateful day,
Peace over our church reigns.
After all, the more fun it'll stay.
If rare the satisfaction remains.

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As I Lay Awake This Night

The woe's and the why's,
Lay heavy on my eye's,
Making me feel alone,
As I lay awake this night.

Had done and would be's,
Cause me to squirm,
To toss and to turn, 
As I lay awake this night.

Dreams and fantasies,
Plague me relentlessly,
I wish they'd let me be,
As I lay awake this night.

I switch the light on,
I switch the light off,
All the while feeling lost,
As I lay awake this night.

I flick through a book,
Before picking up my pen,
So to my own words I tend,
As I lay awake this night.

I write of my joy's and my woes,
Of my wants and my deeds,
All as consciousness flee's,
As I'd lain awake this night.

I open my eye's,
To a new morning,
That outside is dawning,
As I lay awake, sunlight.

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A Casual Observation

In your eye's gleam the stars!
               It's the middle of the day...
We never end a night in tears!
               We just argued last night away...

I've never meet any one 
as beautiful as you!
               Yet how your eye's are drawn 
               to the girl next in the queue...

I think of you all the time
You consume my every thought!               
               I know you only think of work
               to fund bribes to keep my protest naught.

I feel the future is bright for us,
Beyond what I can see, My Dear,
I'll protect you, on me you can depend.
               Protection against you is wise 
               but I daren't complain,My Thorn,
               Beyond what you can see, is only next weeks end.

You're such a patient listener,
I hope my speech has not bored.
               By no means, I must confess,
               I am relieved of your fraud!

You'll always be in my mind,
My love has never cooled...
               That would because there is none
               I am not like others fooled!
 
I can barely bring myself to leave...
               Shame you will be back again!
Know I don't believe my luck...
               When it ends know you're to blame!

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Maiden Voyage

There comes a moment in our live's
Be it this day, this year, this night
When all at once we can bare no more
Of life's struggles, strife, and fights.

Not to say we wish to end it
But just to retreat a little while
Like a ship that leaves the harbour
To sail a sea of trials.

To deal with one wave at a time
Tossing and turning with each blow
Of what beguiles us day to day
When riding high or lying low.

Woe betide us the awkwardness 
Of discussions with mother-dear
The to's and fro's of where to go
Resulting in life's understeer.

The highs of unchecked enthusiasm
Taking ourselves by surprise
With assurances of what we'll do
Towards the optimistic goal we dare to realise.

'Till at last we meet our pillows
For the truths to flow freely then
The floods of tears urge them forth
As for the first time, reality we tend.

The more we fight the more we fall
So says the back of our tired mind
But hoist the sail of want and drive
And work with the storms design.

Sometimes happenings feel larger than life
More like someone else's than our own
But just play the part and fight none
As is the only advice people seem to condone.

The step up and out can feel more like a fall
The stern ruling dominate over the bow
Severe is the harshness of reality
Of what we must face now.

No step by step instruction
Just a compass and a destination
Through the terrors we must ourselves navigate
It all being part of our confirmation.

The confirmation of what we choose to be:
An ocean liner with ease cruising through?
A fighting, battle worn frigate giving no chances?
Or an honest trade barge plodding through?

Once in a while settling at a mooring
With futures docks in sight
I know I long to stop forever there
And prolong the stillness and calm of this night.

Wether it's calm or just panic beyond measure,
I guess I'll never know
As each song on the wind's a current
That can lift me high or sink me low.

One summers day I'll reach that docks 
Of the place I'm meant to be
Far away yet oh so near
I hope that soon the end I'll see.

For now I guess I'll stay adrift
In a sea of uncertainties
And shout once more and again
A young sailor's prayers and pleads.

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Jack the Lad

A football you've followed the whole of your life,
From centre to goal... and missing it twice.
But this vice it seemed needed a rest,
So it eyed your feet close and selected the left.

The guilty from accounts was a bit of a prat,
But he helped with the ambulance, so we'll give him that!
A phone call you made, so calm and composed,
None of your pain and worry did it disclose.

In mud you lay for an hour instead,
As the ambulance was rescued from the mud hence.
Dosed up and examined you were retired to bed,
Prepped for surgery and occasionally fed.

Certainly fed up was what you became,
With nothing to do and your ward so plain.
But texts and e mails we received,
To come and see you, and your boredom relieve.

What fun we had making a fuss,
With Bless ya's and How's and chocolate a must.
Your tale you recounted many a time,
To family and friends, but staying modest in mind.

But now we leave you to recover,
The football reality, for now just virtual,
But as you adapt to the stairs and we tease you so,
We're glad your ok, and love you really you know!!

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Like the First Time

Oh my God! My King and Lord!
Here now my cry through my tears.
I fall to my knees late this night,
To greet you like the first time!
You've opened up my eye's once more,
Defeating my fear of life's plight. 

My Lord Jesus!
So long you've held me!
Quelled my anguished screams!
You took the pain alone. 
Suffered in full the Cross,
So only it's shadow passes over me.

Once more I give my life to you!
I cannot do it alone. 
But with you I'm never alone.
You've blessed me beyond all measure,
And will not hold my debt to me,
Reminding me what I've always known.

You are the way, the truth, the life.
The Alpha and Omega.
The Start and End of me.
All that I am is of your design,
And so should my life be. 
You know my heart better than I.

Help me.
Guide me.
Say yes.
Say no.
I wait.
Patient. 
Because,
I know,
You love 
Me.

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If...I'D...No.

If I were a bird,
I'd be soaring through the skies.
If I were a cat,
I'd be curled up by the fire.
If I were a dog,
I'd be running gleeful in the woods.
If I were a salmon,
I'd be swimming strong up river.
If I were a squirrel,
I'd be scurrying up a tree.
If I were a lion,
I'd be stalking a prey.
If I were a antelope,
I'd be sprinting across the Savanah.
If I were a monkey,
I'd be swinging from the trees.
If I were a penguin,
I'd be out smarting a shark.
If I were a shark,
I'd be ruling the sea.
If I were imagining I was any of these,
I'd most definitely, right now, not be me.

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Administration Frustration

I have no idea how I can convey to you,
How surreal my life has become.
Everything that could ever go wrong,
Manages to before I've even begun.

How can my voicemail disconnect?!
Just during that week, too?!
What's the chance that ALL my emails should bounce?!
And at such a cost, No one'll believe it true.

I feel robbed of my integrity.
And of poor credibility.
Who invented all this red tape?
All this shoddy technology?

"All done online, so much more efficient!"
Give me pen and paper any day!
A person don't freeze mid delivery.
I'll take it myself, no way for delay.

All I wanted was to get on a course,
To train to be a nurse, that's all.
Not to work for the MI5 or United nations!
Just my community, so why stall?!

"We're crying out for nurses!"
That's what you told me.
But administration has to ruin it all
Just communicate with me!

I left you a message! Three infact!
I sent you numerous letters and emails.
I did all exactly as you told me to!
So you can't blame me for your fails.

All my paperwork's in order,
All my research declared strong,
I've kept up my end of the bargain,
So why make me feel I'm in the wrong?

I hope in tomorrows telephone call,
All this mess will be forgot!
And all may be organised at last
So I can undo this uneasy knot.

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The Riddle of Us

To be able to write
Is something of a pleasure.
Satisfying to oneself and
hopefully pleasing to others.
Being free to make a stand.

Freeing the mind of it's prison bars.
The iron bar of guilt.
The iron bar of passion.
The one of love. The one of propriety.
Even the iron bar of freedom itself.
All arranged across the
out look of our lives.

For if we had freedom
of the absolute kind.
What would there be
To challenge the mind?
To excel it. Open it.

That is not to say we should
be clasped in irons for all time. 
Imagine spending an age from woods
to city and back again. 
Chained so close to the water fall
of knowledge yet be unable to taste it.
Only able to yearn yet remain ignorant. 

Our writings are the footnotes 
Of our life stories. The expression
of our innermost feelings. 
Or of our wanting comprehension
of what we do not understand.
Or, indeed, not care to know. 
Or what we'd like to think that we 
care not to know. But our human nature...
It Fights us. And easily defeats us.  

Sometimes being defeated can
benefit us more. Our being is the sand
On the shore of our experience. 
And we can try and shape it how we please,
But experience and event
 may well wash it all way and shape it 
as to their specification.
No amount of frustrated weeping 
will persuade them different.

So we can do none, 
But write and scrawl and scribble.
To vent our frustration and wonder
At the incessant riddle
That is us.

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Thank You.

Thank you, my Lord, for everything,
For the tide on the shore 
And the wind as it sings  in my ear,
Washing your Grace over me.

Thank you, my Lord, I say it again.
For the sun, moon and stars, 
And the earth I am walking on.
All created by your loving hand.

Father! Creater Heavens.
I bow down.
Humbled by your Grace.
Your son died for me,
Awash in squalid sin.
From a Cross he hung
As the scoffers sung.
"Forgive them!" was his final breath.
Awesome was his lowly death.

Thank you, my Lord, for everyone.
For the plans you have for them
And those that are done.
Oh Lord! Please guide me!

(Sandymouth Beach, Cornwall. Summer 2008)