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Weaning
Cutting back on the drink and the smoke,
The reasons are many, you see.
There's the money and mess and the choke,
It'll make a much better me.
And there's one who I hope to make mine,
Objects to the smell and effects,
Of the vile cigarettes and the wine.
Her wishes I do so respect.
Though withdrawal's gonna be painful,
It's pain I believe I can stand.
Overall results will be gainful,
Of taking my habits in hand.
Addiction's insidious voices,
Try to make you think it's a need,
To make you think there's no choices,
While itself it is trying to feed.
It's my own hands, my lips and my mind,
They're mine to control with my will.
I am sure as I try I will find,
My wish to abstain I'll fulfill.
The reasons are many, you see.
There's the money and mess and the choke,
It'll make a much better me.
And there's one who I hope to make mine,
Objects to the smell and effects,
Of the vile cigarettes and the wine.
Her wishes I do so respect.
Though withdrawal's gonna be painful,
It's pain I believe I can stand.
Overall results will be gainful,
Of taking my habits in hand.
Addiction's insidious voices,
Try to make you think it's a need,
To make you think there's no choices,
While itself it is trying to feed.
It's my own hands, my lips and my mind,
They're mine to control with my will.
I am sure as I try I will find,
My wish to abstain I'll fulfill.
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Posted: Nov 2010
About this poem:
Wish me luck!
online today!WOMAN
Woman, rise up and assert your power
For generations you have been suppressed
Let the world know this is your hour
There are certain issues to be addressed
In dealing with areas of dispute
You tend to be much more tolerant
Making you more likely to find the truth
And well suited for management
You have shown in the field of education
Regardless of the area of learning
You can hold your own against men
Yet workplace equality is lacking
Woman, rise up and assert your power
For generations you have been suppressed
For generations you have been suppressed
Let the world know this is your hour
There are certain issues to be addressed
In dealing with areas of dispute
You tend to be much more tolerant
Making you more likely to find the truth
And well suited for management
You have shown in the field of education
Regardless of the area of learning
You can hold your own against men
Yet workplace equality is lacking
Woman, rise up and assert your power
For generations you have been suppressed
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Posted: Jul 2021
About this poem:
dedicated to women, particularly those who are facing gender inequality in the workplace and society in general
Circle of Life... Socrates Challenge.
Birth, Growth, Maturation, Reproduction, Decay, Death.
~ A Sonnet.~
Of all the magic moments on this earth,
Our lives so blessed with wonders that are rife,
And surely none more wondrous than child birth,
To witness the beginning of new life.
All doting parents watch their babies thrive,
They teach them to stay safe and feel secure,
To pass on good life lessons they contrive,
A labour of pure love 'till they're mature.
They'll then find love and marry their soul mate,
And share a home with God as the mainstay,
Where they can build on dreams and procreate,
Before their wheels of life start to decay.
May love and warmth sustain them when they're old,
Then death some day will serve their last meal cold.
~ A Sonnet.~
Of all the magic moments on this earth,
Our lives so blessed with wonders that are rife,
And surely none more wondrous than child birth,
To witness the beginning of new life.
All doting parents watch their babies thrive,
They teach them to stay safe and feel secure,
To pass on good life lessons they contrive,
A labour of pure love 'till they're mature.
They'll then find love and marry their soul mate,
And share a home with God as the mainstay,
Where they can build on dreams and procreate,
Before their wheels of life start to decay.
May love and warmth sustain them when they're old,
Then death some day will serve their last meal cold.
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Posted: Mar 2021
About this poem:
Thanks Socrates for the challenge.The Value of Pie
That was not a pie you gave me yesterday.
Call it shepherd’s or even cottage if you must.
But it wasn’t a pie, no matter what you say,
when the damned thing didn’t even have a crust.
And though my judgement might sound somewhat hasty,
I do not think I'm asking for a lot,
when I insist the filling be encased in pastry,
and yesterday it certainly was not!
A pie without a crusty pastry case
reminds me of a tortoise without its shell.
Its omission is an absolute disgrace.
I’m sure the tortoise would agree, as well.
So next time please do not dissatisfy,
just put a bloody crust around my pie!
Call it shepherd’s or even cottage if you must.
But it wasn’t a pie, no matter what you say,
when the damned thing didn’t even have a crust.
And though my judgement might sound somewhat hasty,
I do not think I'm asking for a lot,
when I insist the filling be encased in pastry,
and yesterday it certainly was not!
A pie without a crusty pastry case
reminds me of a tortoise without its shell.
Its omission is an absolute disgrace.
I’m sure the tortoise would agree, as well.
So next time please do not dissatisfy,
just put a bloody crust around my pie!
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Posted: Jan 2019
About this poem:
Call me pedantic, but sometimes there can be no compromise.
online today!I'm Back
Not really a poem (although just to say)
Your top Aussie poet is now back today.
Now three weeks offline, has been long enough
(My old laptop crashed - indeed it was stuffed).
I did all I could to fix the old thing;-
Tried this and that, and repairs on the wing.
Wasted three days and four nights on repairs
But the old girl was gone - it seemed no one cared.
So I bought a fresh laptop - a great new device
And set the thing up for some more CS spice.
And to be honest - how could I keep away?
When it's part of my life to write a poem a day.
And if not one a day, then one a week
To all CS poets - you make my life complete.
© lovecanbereal
All rights reserved
Your top Aussie poet is now back today.
Now three weeks offline, has been long enough
(My old laptop crashed - indeed it was stuffed).
I did all I could to fix the old thing;-
Tried this and that, and repairs on the wing.
Wasted three days and four nights on repairs
But the old girl was gone - it seemed no one cared.
So I bought a fresh laptop - a great new device
And set the thing up for some more CS spice.
And to be honest - how could I keep away?
When it's part of my life to write a poem a day.
And if not one a day, then one a week
To all CS poets - you make my life complete.
© lovecanbereal
All rights reserved
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Posted: Jun 2017
About this poem:
Hi to all of the CS poets - here's a sonnet of sortsOh how I've missed what you all have to say -
And hooray, hooray, I'm back online today.
© lovecanbereal
THE TRUTH, THE PLAIN TRUTH.
There's doubtless beauty in plain truth,
gold spun above the stars own roof,
serving thus, make false words uncouth
embroiders a web of conceit by guile aloof;
Truth bows not down to manipulated lies,
't'is but pen scribed by timeless poetic laws,
the stoic heart, straight of limb applies,
antique written, unblemished, without flaws,
yet by pomposity, oft called naive simplicity,
truth, dignifies love for man's common good,
nurturing, fond realms of true brotherhood,
illustrates well, virtues jewel woven integrity,
Truth's own truth, sacred, undeniable,
free life's shackles by love unimpeachable.
gold spun above the stars own roof,
serving thus, make false words uncouth
embroiders a web of conceit by guile aloof;
Truth bows not down to manipulated lies,
't'is but pen scribed by timeless poetic laws,
the stoic heart, straight of limb applies,
antique written, unblemished, without flaws,
yet by pomposity, oft called naive simplicity,
truth, dignifies love for man's common good,
nurturing, fond realms of true brotherhood,
illustrates well, virtues jewel woven integrity,
Truth's own truth, sacred, undeniable,
free life's shackles by love unimpeachable.
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Posted: Jul 2015
About this poem:
In a world of untruths, a sonnet bestowing truth's virtue
Darkened
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Toys scattered over the play ground, lost
Taunts cries lingering as if in a stance
All gone, but one left with darkened feelings
Holding onto life's gift of second chance
Searching deeply for strength to continue
Gathering power to hold close to thee
No need for mirrors every step engraved
No one knows me better than I know me
Releasing visions of what I would like
Freeing destiny to be as it should
Paining myself by allowing it so
Letting go of what one knows is not good
Torn but still completely whole my soul bare
Some weights in life one must carry not share
Toys scattered over the play ground, lost
Taunts cries lingering as if in a stance
All gone, but one left with darkened feelings
Holding onto life's gift of second chance
Searching deeply for strength to continue
Gathering power to hold close to thee
No need for mirrors every step engraved
No one knows me better than I know me
Releasing visions of what I would like
Freeing destiny to be as it should
Paining myself by allowing it so
Letting go of what one knows is not good
Torn but still completely whole my soul bare
Some weights in life one must carry not share
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Posted: May 2014
About this poem:
Just how I am feeling here of latly
Bright!
Us again, this new beginning.
You have returned and so has the light.
Like the morning bird my heart is singing,
Gone is the dark, gone is the night.
Now lost is found and old is new,
Offence forgotten tears have dried,
Like sunshine does to morning dew.
With you once more, I feel alive.
This thought remains inside my head,
What will fortune bring to this new life?
I dare not say but wish instead,
For the promise of a future bright!
Sadness you can promptly leave,
Gladness you have brought reprieve.
J.S.
You have returned and so has the light.
Like the morning bird my heart is singing,
Gone is the dark, gone is the night.
Now lost is found and old is new,
Offence forgotten tears have dried,
Like sunshine does to morning dew.
With you once more, I feel alive.
This thought remains inside my head,
What will fortune bring to this new life?
I dare not say but wish instead,
For the promise of a future bright!
Sadness you can promptly leave,
Gladness you have brought reprieve.
J.S.
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Posted: Apr 2014
About this poem:
Love returns!
Forty Years and Forty Nights
We should not howl loud into the hollow
Announcing all the world is doom and gloom
For time march not like death to a gallow
Waiting for the ol' volcano to plume
Forty years and forty nights an eon
Time measures deeper into space than light
Make our needs to suffer oblivion
Dulling our senses that once shone so bright
For fruits of our labor decay to dust
When the fading sky will swallow the sun
When great cracks rip across the earth's dry crust
The moment comes when darkness thus begun
Nothing safe but our spirit in the wind
Like a lonely owl keeping one eye skinned
Announcing all the world is doom and gloom
For time march not like death to a gallow
Waiting for the ol' volcano to plume
Forty years and forty nights an eon
Time measures deeper into space than light
Make our needs to suffer oblivion
Dulling our senses that once shone so bright
For fruits of our labor decay to dust
When the fading sky will swallow the sun
When great cracks rip across the earth's dry crust
The moment comes when darkness thus begun
Nothing safe but our spirit in the wind
Like a lonely owl keeping one eye skinned
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Posted: Apr 2013
About this poem:
Talking about one generation...in the ageless and timeless cycles of life...what all can we ever hope to understand about its fleeting nature?Remember
Remember I love's perfect prime,
but will thou, my love, remember
the warmth of our September
that's grown old before its time?
When October bore winter's chill
that relinquished love, remember
in the sullen snows of harsh December
a thoughtful prayer that may kindle still.
Remembering that which once we had,
then wilt thou spare a tear for me
when all my days lifeless be,
or wilt thou smile and not be sad?
In withered thoughts no flower leave,
consign me to darkness and not grieve.
but will thou, my love, remember
the warmth of our September
that's grown old before its time?
When October bore winter's chill
that relinquished love, remember
in the sullen snows of harsh December
a thoughtful prayer that may kindle still.
Remembering that which once we had,
then wilt thou spare a tear for me
when all my days lifeless be,
or wilt thou smile and not be sad?
In withered thoughts no flower leave,
consign me to darkness and not grieve.
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Posted: Apr 2013
About this poem:
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