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The Devil's Dance

It's the devil's dance, he is a chancer,
As he tries to take this life to cancer.
The news to fill your heart with dread,
As you, process words inside your head.

This news it brings a bitter sting,
The devil's joy that fate can bring.
He's a chancer bold in every way,
In truth, your thoughts, filled with dismay.

We face this news as laughter dies,
With a heavy heart and teary eyes.
The tears that run they stain our cheeks.
His vice like grip, the devil, speaks.

Your thoughts they turn to hope and fear,
This devil's waltz, so insincere.
As he leads and takes you by the hand,
Our teardrops fall in no-man's-land.

For though he leads you in a trance,
Transfixed within, this devils dance.
It's the fear of knowing the unknown,
A life once had is overthrown.

Leads up a path where no one plays,
It's dark and lonely passageways.
"Your life," he taunts a mocking cheer,
"Is but a game." to draw you near!

I let him waltz and play his hand,
I'll find the strength to make a stand.
My life is worth more than his game.
Where angels fly I'll stake my claim.

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Two Lovers

A definitive love words cannot define.
Two hearts intertwined, they both beat in time.
We love with a love that is more than just love.
It's a blessing in life and a gift from above.

Your love is the melody that echoes in my heart,
A symphony that plays, it will never pull us apart.
You, my love, are my anchor in life's stormiest seas.
You show me love in a way that brings me down to my knees.

Life with you it is tranquil, yet full of surprise.
To love and be loved is to feel the sun from both sides.
For together, we'll journey through whatever may come.
Our souls are like magnets, drawn together as one.

Your love is my compass, destination unknown.
On a journey together, with your heart as my own.
With you by my side, come whatever may bring,  
I cherish this bond. Our hearts forever will sing.

Our hearts sing a song, only that we can hear.
Forever grateful for the joy you've bought to my life, my dear.
My heart found its home, with you by my side.
Two lovers, as one, true love, can't be denied.

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Men Don't Talk

Silent thoughts can cause you so much pain.
When holding thoughts like hidden chains.
Beneath the surface, there's much to say.
With problems that we tuck away.

Some men they hold those thoughts inside.
Whilst contemplating suicide.
Leaving families dealing with pain and loss.
A mans life is lost and at what cost?

Let us open up too much debate.
If it saves a life, then it's not too late.
In solace, let's find the power of speech.
Make sure your words aren't out of reach.

We need to encourage these men to speak.
Instead of holding thoughts, discreet.
Encourage men to come out of that shell.
To encourage them to talk as well.

Life can be filled with much frustration.
It's pressure's, trial and tribulation.
So let's not choose to suffer in silence.
Together there's hope in new horizens.

There are men that struggle with mental health.
Their thoughts are stacked up on a shelf.
A subject that holds much taboo.
Whilst talk could be that one breakthrough!

Tradition says man up, be tough.
These times have changed. It's not enough!
A stigma we don't need to hide.
Encourage men to speak their mind.

Together let's make one objective.
Whilst putting things into perspective.
In talking, we can reach our goal.
Release those thoughts, set free your soul.

In men, we have so much to say.
Speak up, it's okay not to be okay!
Remember, men all have a choice.
Let's talk, don't be that lonely voice.

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My Four Little Angels

Four corners to my bed,
Four angels around my head.
One to watch, two to pray,
And one to keep those fears away.

Four little angels brightening my day,
Elevate my pain and take my worries away.
Their joy fills the room as sweet moments pass,
With laughter that sparkles in the love they amass.

Each angel unique, with a spirit that's free,
In a whirlwind of wonder and pure curiosity.
Through giggles and whispers that float in the air,  
They teach me of a love that reminds me they care.

In their eyes shines a world, which is mending my heart,
It is the purest of love to never pull us apart.
With hugs full of warmth that chase sorrows away,  
In their presence, I find hope that forever will stay.

Now I have a fifth little angel that no one can see,
This special little angel who watches over me.
My fifth little angel, this one she has wings,
And for the grace of God, oversee's everything.

This Mother of angels knows my times not come,
She tells my four little angels, there's a job to be done.
My Fifth little angel, who carries my heart,
Sends a message of hope, as my world falls apart.

I feel the strength in the power, and their whispers are soft.
Which raises my spirits and my thought they aloft.
When the shadows grow long and daylight takes flight,  
They gather around me like my stars in the night.  

They give me strength in the power for fighting the fight,
In my darkest of hours, they are my shining light.
You see, my four little angels they don't go by name.
They don't do what they do, for no glory or fame.

I give thanks for these angels, who were sent from above,
They have brightened my life with the truest of love.
From the bottom of my heart, i give thanks for everything you've done.
My four little angels, you are my number one.

Four corners to my bed,
Four angels around my head.
One to watch, two to pray,
And one to keep those fears away.

***For my four little angels***

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A Pondering Thought

A pondering thought I'm trying hard to conceal.
Thoughts roll around the rim of my mind's roulette wheel.
Do I gamble on love or risk losing it all?
Is it red? Is it black? I'm unsure what to call?

The stakes they feel high in this game that we play.
Thoughts rolled like a dice. Do I let it all slip away?
But the wheel it keeps spinning, thoughts chasing the light.
Caught between courage and fear, Am I wrong to be right?

What if the wheel spins wildly and it lands on my heart?
Could joy bloom from surrender or just tear us apart?  
As I stand at this junction at a crossroads of choice,
I look for words to inspire from love's whispering voice.

If I wager on love and give all that, I own.
Will fortune favour the brave, or just leave me alone?
Should I live for a moment? I can't put into words?
As I ponder this question, with thoughts kept in reserve.

So, I ponder these thoughts as I take one more spin,
As love is a mystery that we seek from within.
If you stumble in life, make it part of your dance.
It's just a pondering thought. Let's give love a chance.

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Footprints in the Snow

Footprints in the snow. Where do they go?
The reflection of a path, only that you will know.
On a marshmallow blanket, so soft and so white.
As it falls from the sky in the still of the night.

The impressions we make on this canvas so pure.
Is the mark of a journey, we've had to endure.
As we walk on our path, we see footprints ahead.
The imprint of a journey that others have tread.

Footprints in the snow. Who knows where they lead?
A path that is forged, as we look to succeed.
As we choose our own path, with decision's we make.
An exploration of life in each path that we take.

The footprints of others, to show you the way.
To help on a path where others may stray.
The path lies before us, marked clear by our feet.
Is a journey that's taken to make life complete.  

We have beaten this path, so others can follow.
With choices before us, as we look to tomorrow.
So let us leave traces for those yet to roam.
Our footprints in the snow will show them the way home.

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The Homeless Plight

It breaks my heart to see the sight.
Whilst feeling for the homeless plight.
It's sad to see in every town.
With doorways full, whilst bedding down.

While vloggers vlogging have no soul.
A life inside the goldfish bowl.
We watch for our own entertainment.
With people sleeping on the pavement.

And why we choose just to ignore.
While people sleep in every door.
This homeless plight is real life.
With individual trouble and strife.

There are soup kitchens that give them hope.
A life under the microscope.
While pushers push with exploitation.
There's spice destroying a generation.

With governments that turn blind eyes.
No help, support, or compromise.
And while they sleep between their sheets.
There's people dying on these streets.

With governments now and governments former.
Choose to stick, baby in the corner.
How did things ever get to this?
They're real people who exist!

So rather than just walk on by.
We should take the time to just say hi.
We should take the time to lend an ear.
It can be a lonely place out here.

The homeless plight, can I allude?
That people change their attitude.
We observe their plight, yet from a distance.
And make assumptions. In an instant.

Behind each life, there is a story.
Just take the time to listen warmly.
Just take the time it might surprise.
That there's a life behind those eyes.

We live in the hope that things will change.
A home for all. Is this so strange?
But whilst we just turn up our nose.
The homeless plight, it never goes.

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Layers of the Unconscious Mind

In layers of the unconscious mind,
Where desire and fear are hard to find.
Through symbols and there metaphors,
We seek to find those open doors.

Through corridors of thought, we roam,
Hearts beating like a metronome.
A subconscious dream within a dream,
We search for truth in things we've seen.

The introspection we are searching for,
A message wrote in semaphore.
This message we don't understand.
Whilst dreaming, we're in no-man's-land.

Self-Reflection in the things we seek,
As wild eyes flicker in REM sleep.
We awake within our lucid dream,
To find things aren't quite what they seem.

This false awakening controls.
Whilst sleeping, searching for our soul.
Our soul search late into the night,
We fight our way towards the light.

A cryptic sign which makes no sense,
We wonder, lost in dreams suspense.
In search of truth, we must explore,
A paradox found at every door.

In the labyrinth of our complex mind,
Is a truth one day I hope we'll find.
A dream with secrets hidden deep,
Dreams secrets kept, yet whilst we still sleep.

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That School Report


A lot of time was spent at school.
I always liked to play the fool.
It was written in my school report,
although the teachers would exhort.

The teachers wrote their report letter, 
'Mrs Wilde, your son, he must do better. 
His behavior, we just can't approve. 
Your son, he knows, he must improve'. 

'Your son he likes to play the clown, 
He is only letting himself down. 
He is the joker in the pack. 
He needs to get himself on track'. 

'Your son, he knows he must try harder. 
Don't be a fool and be much smarter. 
We need to unlock his full potential. 
For him, I feel this is essential'.

I would scurry home, report in hand. 
I know that mum will understand.
I hand it over with a cheeky grin. 
I think my mum knows what's within.

The letter open, mum reads aloud, 
I hoping that I'll make her proud.
I know full well what mum will say, 
'Just be yourself, now go and play'.

The talent and skill I held inside, 
I was taught by mum to wear with pride.
She said 'One day you'll be a star, 
just be the person who you are'.

That loveable rogue, yet with a charm, 
to make you laugh and not cause harm.
That jovial one without guile, 
the one with a knack to make you smile.

In hindsight, whilst I'm looking back, 
I was the joker in the pack.
Whilst winding up the teaching staff, 
just hoping I would make them laugh.

So here's to the lessons I learned in school,
although I liked to play the fool.
Now looking back with a grin so wide, 
my school report I wear with pride.

With a lesson learned from every jest, 
I chased my dreams and I did my best.
And whilst playing the fool was just my style, 
I always did it with a smile!

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Soccer Saturday's

I love my Soccer Saturday's.
Today's the day that my team plays.

Sit back, relax, enjoy a beer.
If my team scores, you know I'll cheer.
My feet up, whilst it's cold outside.
If we lose, then I'll be mortified.

So I'm praying for an easy win.
Whilst hoping that my bet comes in.
When the game is just about to start.
Anxiety kicks in and plays its part.

My team is now in cruise control.
I'm just needing them to score a goal!
They take a shot; the ball goes in.
It's looking like an easy win.

As I sit there chewing on my nails.
Whilst hoping that my team prevails.
You keep an eye upon the clock.
Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, tick tock.

As the referee then blows for time.
Yes!! That's it!! Victory's mine!!
We live to fight another day.
I love my Soccer Saturday!!