There once was a poet of Alex
Who’s now collecting philatelic
The Stamps that he owns
Would make his wife grown
She banishes him to the attic
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Written by Philip
November 25th 2018.

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.

I have an addiction.
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I have an addiction.

Having one and confessing holds the key.
Acrostic Poetry is channeled in my brain
Vodkas are not the problem don’t you see
Ever loving friend of mine can you explain?

As you know addictions aren’t foreign to me
Never been into bad things like *******

Addictions of many things ,don’t have to be
Drugs or chocolate or watching steam trains
Drinking so late in bars or Netflix TV.
In trivia nights where brains fight with brains
Crickets addictive to some ,but no time to see
Tempting as it may be to talk in this way.
I hold it in check and give little away.
Oh I guess I am guilty yes guilty as charged
Nonsuch to write you a poem, a poem a day.
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Written by Philip.
November 16th 2018.

Each rest day I’ll speak to my dear girl.
I love her so much I’m in a whirl.
She treats me so good
That I think I should.
Buy her diamonds or maybe a pearl.
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Written by Philip
December 2nd 2018.

There was a sad poet from Alex
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There was a sad poet from Alex.
Who smashed his poor toe with a mallet
The outcome of this
His shoes would not fit
He gave up his job to his valet.
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Written by Philip.
November 29th 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

Can’t buy me Love.
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Can’t buy me Love
And why do you think that is ?
No amount of money is enough.
To me money cannot buy you happiness

Because love holds the key to everything
Unless you have LOVE and the hunger to build
Your lives together in love would be wasted.

Maintaining that love for each other is crucial
Even though grass may be greener elsewhere

Love is the key , never forget , money is a fuel
Oh you can maintain love on an empty tank.
Very many people absolutely know this is true
Every lover tells me this and I say this to you. !
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Written by Philip.
November 21st 2018.

I saw her standing there.
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I saw her standing there.

She looked at me and I  Well I could then see
An Angel in the guise of a pure Madonna
Well that’s when I told her my wife she’d be

Having learned to live alone I was for her.
Every day for weeks I begged her to be free
Rich poetry I gave not taking no for an answer

So many weeks of calls she’s was wise see
The way I looked was way beyond compare
And she would never look at any another
Not since she saw me standing there.
Did I say that we lived many miles apart ?
I at the time had no place of fine abode
No rooms to call my own to impress her so
God knows , I must  to put my act together

The solution was a nice sea view apartment
Having made the nest she put me to the test
Empowering me to be her true n faithful lover
Reciting poetry I found my life it turned around
Each time I saw my darling standing there.
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Written by Philip November 5th 2018.

There is a guy
A limerick
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There is a guy from sunny Queensland.
Who trod on a kangaroos feet and
Before he could run
The roo grabbed his gun
Before he could call a policeman.
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Another silly rhyme
Written by Philip.
November 27th. 2018.

Fact of life .Understanding.
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If you are to seek true understanding
The main task that you have to undertake
Now crystal clear,set before your very eyes
Though it’s disguised in many shades of grey.

Prove to be a comfort to your fellow man.
Then be sure to be unselfish at all costs
The life long mission is in the loving healing
Never once let that sacred healing be lost.
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Written by Philip.
December 11th 2018.

I am a hungry poet
        Limerick
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I am a hungry poet that likes.
Spaghetti bologna every night
He cooks for his self
As part of his wealth
Will now do so the rest of his life.
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Written by Philip.
December 1st 2018.

What are dreams made of ?
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What are dreams made of ?
I once heard a great poet question
And if asked then I ‘d like to say
“Sugar and spice and all things nice”
But oh no they ain’t. No way they ain’t
They are made up from episodes of lives
Of passed lives that I have experienced
In vivid wide screen projected block busters

Without reason or rhyme or any co-ordination
Or any obvious chronological order as I see it
No wonder I wake up in my loneliness so tired
I think by now I have certainly lived too long
And yet I know I have a duty to stay alive .
But I feel I have to say. I’m going downhill fast.
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Written by Philip. 3/11/2018.

I can see many poets on line.
           A Limerick
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I can see many poets on line.
Their attitude is hard to define.
Minority’s rude.
And I’m not a *****
It’s not so hard to be polite?  
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Written by Philip.
November 30th 2018.

Let it be. .... (Acrostic)
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Let it be.
Every time you wonder
That there may not be a God.

I would let it be, let it be ,let it be
The task is yours to solve ,let it be

By assuming you have God spirit within you.
Eventually you will solve it , let it be. !!!  
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Written by Philip November 5th 2018.

TICK  BOXES.  (  2 )
The sharpest pencil poised above your name.
Now let’s apportion prizes ,unmeasurable gain
Boxes ticked,some wit pride some wit shame
Who’d do’u think your kidding nought f’ effort
W’out those guys on your side best start again
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Written by Philip.
November 14th 2018.

A poetic idea. ~
There’s so much more to life than *** n money
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Our own light. (An Acrostic Poem ) 28/10/18
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Our own light
Usually *** and money hold the key.
Reach now inside yourselves ,find your light.

Our own light ,yes our own light. It’s awesome.
With casting off our deepest fears we focus
Now we can be powerful beyond all measure.

Light and our illumination banishes darkness
I’ve been told that frequently folks are fearful
God tells us we are never ,ever , inadequate
Having been preached too for a lifetime
The truth now comes to me from “Experience”
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Written by Philip. 28/10/18.

Paperback writer.
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Paperback writer.
Are you truely proud of all that prose ?
Perhaps you only produced it for the money
Exactly it was just to pay for the kids school
Reactivating the demands of publishers
Because they thought you’d something to say
And since then you have really struggled
Can that inspiration perpetuate day on day ?
Know now the block that many writers face.

Writing’s on’t wall my friend I’m bound to say
Read other writers work. Admits it is amazing
I read your latest book , it was ******* anyway.
Though you would utter “I am just a poet”
Even poets can hold a biased view today.
Rich rewards not guaranteed to be the way.
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Written by Philip
November 6th 2018.

The challenge
     (Free Verse )
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Praise be to God , we have eyes to see beyond
Befitting the wit of Mankind ever strong.
For years four-hundred maybe five
The Poets made the words to come alive.
Challenging proved me right n seldom wrong

The first rhymes I made way back at school
My fairest weather friends thought me a fool
A waste of useful time the taunted cry
Have they much better things always to do?
And to there fine X-Boxes could be glued.
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Written by Philip.
December 1st 2018.

TICK  BOXES.  ( 4  )
The sharpest pencil poised above your name.
You’ve been here years  ‘tho your not to blame
Positive the boxes ticked holding you in stead
The joy to post a poem and get it quickly read
No rewards a written word ? Never left unsaid.
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Written by Philip.
November 14th. 2018.

This is so tough. ~An Acrostic
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This is so tough.
Having spent another lonely day
In living without my Darling girl.
Simply I have to say “I miss you Baby”

I can not care if my words fail to rhyme
See me as I walk around our favourite park

Sitting on the bench beside the lake
Oh I can hardly write for tears in my eyes

Tough as I am. I’m emotionally involved.
Oh people say that I’ll get over it sometime
Usually folk deal with death in many ways.
God knows I did my best to keep you alive.
Heaven is your home .Wishing I could join you.

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Written by Philip
November 11th 2018

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

Respect
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With respect for any stranger
Deserving a tolerant review
The depths of one’s emotions
Held close by someone new
A ***** friend’s comparison
With critique both bad and good
Can tolerate a daggers ******
Or a mood of sweet content.
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Written by Philip.
December 11th 2018.

TICK  BOXES.  ( 1  )
The sharpest pencil poised above your name.
Your life is lead , let’s see you play the game ?
The final tally betwixt the points you claim
Charity,Humility,Modesty, a large fat zero
For pity sake I guess you’d better start again.
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Written by Philip.
November 14th 2018.

Respect for the other poets point of view
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Respect for the other poets point of view.
Especially if we talk of poetic justice
Some say you get out of life what you put in
Poetry critique is most important it takes time
Every poem read can be acknowledged with a
Click to the heart or thumbs up icon box.
Though I prefer to give an in-depth comment

For me it pays the fees for my poetic license
Oh I know the other way is quick n sterile
Respect for the other poets point of view.

The work expands to fit the time availability
Hair should be kept on if responding critique
Especially if to you it is rude or offensive

Only sometimes comments  r lost in translation
The meaning very different in other ethnicity’s
Hey poets , soften up and use your skills
Establish a system of in depth kind critique
Respect for the other poets point of view.

Poets are human, they have a heart you know
Only oft it’s forgotten behind a non-de-plume
Every poem read is subconsciously brain fed
To the deepest channels of your mind.
Sometimes....Eureka.... it triggers a process.

Processing beautiful poetic verse of others
Oh you do get out of life whatever you put in
I have experience and I know this to be true.
Now my poet friends please mark my words
To have respect for other poets points of view

On a scale of one to ten. Let’s say a ten.
For if you make the time , whatever you have.

Very soon you will become a blooming genius
I know that is the ambition of every poet.
Ethereal guides and Angels follow your efforts
With that in mind, go and be inspired today.
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Written by Philip.
November 9th 2018.

TICK  BOXES.  (  3 )
The sharpest pencil poised above your name.
This audit indicates your working in a frame
Your corner reached ,at least so shout f’ joy.
Take aboard the tools you choose, my boy.
Love your work the crowd you lead’s the same.
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Written by Philip.
November 14th 2018.