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Pure love has touched me, it strokes away my pain
You entered my life, I feel born again
Why has god from high up above
Blessed me with this, your precious love
Your eyes sparkle, as you turn your head
It tells me everything and not a word is said
Your lips are soft and your kisses so, so sweet
I close my eyes and my dreams are complete
Teasing and touching we slide into bliss
How could we have known it would be like this?
Pandora’s Box opened. Emotions fly wild
I hunger for love, I am such a child
Love craves an anger that cannot be understood
It cuts and it hurts, without drawing blood
Why do we allow it? Can it be explained?
Are we mental, stupid, or even deranged?
My heads in a spin, I feel sick and weak
There are no answers for what I seek
Will someone solve this eternal dilemma?
So that our love survives and we can be together
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Swathed in bandages from head to toe
That cut on my finger could go septic you know
I’m not really touting for any attention
It’s a guard against certain, imminent infection
Prevention is better than cure, I’ve always said
Remember what happened to poor old Uncle Fred
He went into hospital after a coughing bout
Popped his clogs and never came out
You can never be too careful in this day and age
A runny nose can go on the rampage
Before you know it, the common cold
Has become an epidemic, killing young and old
I was surfing the internet the other day
And couldn’t believe all the ailments on display
I’ve had most; if not all; of those medical terms
If I wasn’t so ill......I’d do a Masters in germs
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This little fellow, sports a dashing suit
He’s covered in spots and looks quite cute
You can find him in summer on many a leaf
Chewing at the bad guys, with his little teeth
This tiny gardener keeps our plants clean
You’ll have to look carefully, or he won’t be seen
His flying skills are a wobbly delight
As he unfolds his wings...... and then takes flight
Hidden in his back they’re stored away
Conveniently protected for his busy day
So if you see him, leave him be......
He’s no harm to plants......you......or me!
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A late night out
Followed by an early dash
Made getting too the office
A complete and utter hash
My hair was stuck up like ‘Mary’s’
I was running late and in a rush
My shirt was half tucked into my trousers
Causing discomfort and a ‘jockey crush’
My fly zip was snagged and open
But the belt had saved the day
The hair on my tongue was festering
Temporarily keeping the boss at bay
Just when I thought I was settled
The day presented another ‘T do’
My feet were mismatched and adorning……
A black and a very brown shoe!!
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A Syllable is the sound of a vowel
Created when pronouncing a word
Tanka’s require you to count them
At first this seems quite absurd
These non-rhyming poems are written
To challenge and test your skill
At first they seem quite simple
But they’ll certainly test your will
Once your poem has been drafted
Count your syllables again, and again
Remember the ancient formula
Because Tanka’s are unique in this game
Subtract any silent vowels
Like ‘e’ at the end of a word
Then source any hidden diphthongs
That’s when two vowels make one, when heard
Now you realise the difficulty
Of compiling such a simple verse
Writing a Tanka poem
Is more complex than you once thought at first
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I was telling a tale
Incredulous to you, not me
Of school in the old days
And how it used to be
Children were tolerated
Generally seen and not heard
Their place in society!
Beaten into third
How times have changed
Taking a long look back
Is it so hard to believe?
They caned and smacked!
The modern approach
To pupils fooling about
Requires in depth analysis
And a study, to work things out
For those being disruptive
Is it Autism or ADHT?
Is it possible to be naughty?
Without having it labelled so drastically
OK, some require detention
Others need psychiatric care
But one thing’s for certain
Some make a good living...... out of our welfare!
Philip Royle copyright © 2017
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I can’t afford to go away this year
The price of everything is costing me dear
I’ve tried to save and put away
But I’ve had to dip into it...... day, after day
So I’ve bought a tin
One of those things your change goes in
It’s impossible to open; it’s sealed at each end
With no rubber bung...... it’s impossible to spend!
Every day, I give it a shake
Feel the weight and calculate
I long for the time it won’t hold any more
Then I’ll cut it open and carpet the floor
After weeks of saving; probably months!
The time has come; I’ve got Goose bumps
The tin is opened...... I count what’s in!
Yes, I’ve saved enough…… ‘To buy another tin’
Philip Royle copyright © 2016
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I’m as certain about this, as anyone can be
Disaster awaits me, just wait and see
I’m not a worrier; well not any more… But!
You never know what knocks at your door
A positive outlook is all I need
The kind of thinking that’s guaranteed
To see me through the toughest of day’s… But!
Disaster can strike in so many ways
Things will be alright on the day?
Well maybe sometimes, don’t quote me, ok
No sense worrying, it may never happen … But!
Maybe it will, what do you reckon?
Be optimistic see the bright side of life
Pessimists worry, about all the gloom and strife
Life can be richer, balanced between the two… But!
I’m not sure. What about you?
Philip Royle copyright © 2012
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Remember! Remember!
Lest that we forget
How mankind in its lunacy
Marched into many a warring conflict
Vented violence and aggression
Have left nations scarred and torn
The epitaph of war reads, ‘No winners’
Shrouded in a grief, we all share and mourn
History shouts out in its anger
Has nothing or little been learned?
Arrogance, stubbornness and stupidity
Prevent anything at all being earned
Threats will always be defended
We will fight to repel invasion
But, please don’t massage the truth
To hype up political persuasion
Honour the two minute silence
Think hard about then and now
Use this time for contemplation
So future mistakes can be avoided......somehow!
Philip Royle copyright © 2012
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There are several sides to this story?
Choose which one suits you
I was once with the living and breathing
Now, I’ve moved out of view
I thought my passing was final
My time as a mortal, ran out
I followed the light to eternity
Where my existence is now quite devout
Once a worldly joker
The afterlife offers me more
I amuse myself with skulduggery
And cause havoc wherever I explore
Life has many dimensions
Take it from me…… there are more than two!
That’s why my mischief and trickery
Will include the odd visit too you!!
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