Should I wait up in faithfulness
In hope that my lady calls her beau ?
Or should I press on to dreamland ?
To try to see her there ....
It is always a dilemma
To try to live in hope.
But it’s worth the wait so
Patiently
Just incase she was asleep

No it is not your fault.
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No it is not your fault.
Oh you are not to blame yourself at all.

I was the one that never found you searching
That forest was so dark that they hid you in.

I had to hack my way through to this place
So no it is not your fault.

No it was never your fault. You are blameless
Only I am the cranky one I should have known
That the way to a woman’s heart is difficult

Yes she has been abused by men for centuries
Oh why do you think that you are so different
Unless you think that cutting through a forest
Ripping up trees and fighting grizzly bears

Fighting off angry demons and fierce dragons
Are gonna impress this beautiful faultless maid
Unless you approach her with an epic poem
Love her for the rest of your natural life.
Then explain that it was never her fault.
            It was fate that drew you together .

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Written by Philip.
November 20th 2018.

There is a woman.
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There is a woman.
Having the qualities
Extra over the norm
Respected and admired
Endearing to so many

I simply know her by heart
Simply never to question

A life’s ideal situation

Wishing never to part
On a state wide migration
My God , this is smart.
A new life vacation?  
Now there is a woman.
           She’s perfection for me. !

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Written by Philip

There is a man.
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There is a man.
He is at peace
Even in his grief
Respecting the past
Enduring the knocks

In spite of conventions
So willing to learn.

And if nothing is ventured

Man has nothing to gain.
And there’s everything to give.
No pain can’t be cured by
          the joy he can give !
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Written by Philip.
November 20th 2018.

The Nobel endorsement of one’s peers.
                      An Acrostic
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The Nobel endorsement of one’s peers.
Have you been born to into greatness ?
Easy if you have and the silver spoon fits

Not so easy though if your father was jobless
Or your mother left him n ran off with a poet
Bare with me whilst I relate as I was homeless
Ever read n writing .A poet but I didn’t know it
Long before mums lover ,Life was so hopeless

Even though I was a twinkle in her lovers eye.
Nineteen thirty nine and Poland was overrun.
Dunkirk was soon to be a last battle to survive
Over Europe war was on n Fighters in the sky
Rivers of blood Churchill said n he was so right
Seeing the Battles of Britain raging in the skies
Enemies at the gates n cities thru the night
Mum gave birth to me upon a bleak bus ride
Eventually she washed me oh so clean n bright
Now she’d a poet of her own to display w’pride
To her an only son was all she’d want in life.


Oliver Philip was the name she called the child
Four years a world war raged it was pretty dire

One small mouth t’feed was all she’d afford
Not a dull child , he soon learned to write.
Essays, stories and poetry every single night
So teachers knew this child was very bright.

People came from far n wide to view this boy
Espousing the works of all dead poets out loud
Even Shakespeare, Keats and dear old Malloy
Revealingly the secret that she fed him books
So giving her boy the noble endorsement of  
           Ones Peers.
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Written by Philip.
November 20th 2018.
An Acrostic.