The Truth is Always Misconstrued

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Poetic Confusion
Optical Illusion
Images Not Viewed.

Parliamentary Constitution
A Mental Institution
Instruments to Delude.

World Desolation
Climate Configuration
Tension Never Defused.

A Stressed Population
A Child’s Deprivation
Only Wealth ever Valued.

Human Reconstruction
Armed Domination
The Truth is Always Misconstrued!

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Moments

 

The warm barrels of a shotgun with cordite in the air.

Sailing on the ocean with the South wind in my hair.

Crampons dug in deeply on a rocky, slimy face.

Heaven can be found on earth if you know the right place.


The game of golf is boring, it’s anathema to me.

I’d rather be in the kitchen shelling pea after pea!.

I wish I could still play rugby and ride a horse on Camber Sands,

But that life is over. It’s now full of different kinds of plans.


Now I’m watching on the TV as a number seven wins the ball.

I’m listening for the telephone to ring with a film producer’s call.

Yes, I’ve had my moments and perhaps there are more to come,

But I’ll never again be packing down in the back row of a scrum!

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I Am!

 

I am a husband, I’m a grandfather. I’m a London taxi driver at times.
Often I sit at my computer writing silly rhymes.
I’m a cook, a washer-upper, a drink maker, and more.
I do so much that sometimes my feet are worn out and sore!

I punch the keys on my keyboard for a story to create.
But that makes me tired, so deadlines are often late.
I am independent, I’m selfish. I’m happy, but I’m poor.
One time I was employed working for the law.

If I was a comedian I’d make you laugh until you cry.
But that I’m not, so I’ll leave others to that and to try.
If I could make you smile and be happy for just a while
That would mean I’m still functioning and not yet quite senile!

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Soothing Tools

If one could be what one is not,

To have a heart like Sir Lancelot,

To ride and battle through life’s onslaughts

To harness the power of juggernauts,

To smile at danger and ask its name,

To carry no shield and feel no shame.


If one could capture all these traits,

To accept life in all its shapes,

To challenge only that which strikes,

To question no human rights,

To unravel that which hides,

To understand all the lies.


If one was honest, true of heart,

To exist together and not push apart,

To love what’s here, not wish for more,

To praise and not always deplore,

To live in hope without fear of rules

To use words as soothing tools!

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A Simple Question

 

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If the eradication of failure would mean that all could achieve success,

When will control of the population be the question that some will address?

When failure is no longer an option, and the weak have been removed,

Will the gates of Hell swing wider and more smooth?

If Heaven is really achievable, but denied for many to exist

Whose fault is it that misery is still allowed to persist?

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Here is my interview with Susan Elliston

From a good friend.

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Name  Susan Elliston

Age 65

Where are you from 

That is one question that always intrigues me. You see I was born in Malta, my father was in the Royal Navy, and was stationed there at the time. Before I was two we moved to Singapore. I can assure you we never stayed in one place very long. Even after he retired, we moved around the world. So, in a way, my answer would have to be, I am from everywhere.

A little about your self `ie your education Family life etc  

By the time I graduated high school in Texas, I had been to 11 schools on three continents. It had always been one of my dreams to be a flight attendant and at the age of nineteen and a half, I got my wings with American Airlines. My travelling never stopped. I met and married a pilot…

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Questions

If you are the star that shines on me

Why so heavenly?

If you are the light that beckons from afar

Why so strongly?

If you are the love that flows through my veins

Why choose me?

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Love Can Leave A Heart With The Deepest Scar!

Love has no conscience.

Love takes no blame.

There is no heart that love cannot claim.

Love trips!

Love outwits!

Love doesn’t choose a time and place

One love another love can willfully displace!

Love despises reason.

Love can foster commitment,

But it can drive it apart!

Love flatters but it can also betray,

Those whose in its arms it did once lay.

Love is kind.

Love is cruel.

It can turn a true man into a blubbering fool.

True, love can shine bright like the polar star,

But it can also leave a heart with a withering scar!

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Love Is a Belief That Wants No Cure

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If the mind was silent and all thoughts are stilled,

Then the heart can listen and all dreams can be fulfilled.


If the pain can be forgotten and all fears pushed aside,

Then emotions can be trusted and the heart mesmerised.


Never slow beats a heart where there’s love that’s pure,

Because love is a belief that wants no cure!


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A Christmas Story

The man put down his shotgun and stared straight ahead.

Every target had been shattered and now were laying dead.

With only hours left till Christmas, how could he be so cruel?

Was he really a seasoned murderer or just a crazy fool?


Across his arm, the gun lay broken feeling hot from being used.

Now his eyes were tired, his arms heavy and his shoulder felt bruised

He told himself it was time for home, travelling with no one at his side.

At least, the journey would be silent with no tears having to be cried.


Slightly trembling fingers zipped closed the carrying bag

The weight of it on his shoulder made his body falter and sag.

How could anyone think of death only hours before such a day

He hadn’t! He was coming home from shooting one hundred clays!


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