13-12-2013, 11:36 PM
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Re: Mark's Poems & Prose
Originally Posted by spitfire
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No my friendAnd once again thanks
The poets wait
To see who breaks ranks
who is keeping Mark on his toes,
Or will it be the man himself,
trying to win the lovely lass
14-12-2013, 12:00 AM
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Re: Mark's Poems & Prose
Well I blame Mark for all this verseNow Spitty's just as bad
Yes, some don't rhyme - and then I curse
But quite a laugh I've had . .
But where will it all end I say
Whatever's coming next?
Can't think of any more today
So I am truly vexed.
Goodnight!
14-12-2013, 12:04 AM
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Re: Mark's Poems & Prose
Originally Posted by Meg
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Will it be the mystery muse, who is keeping Mark on his toes,
Or will it be the man himself,
trying to win the lovely lass
Things are quiet - quite bare
With regard to self I have been occupied
With my lovely lass by my side
Though at this time she has just gone to bed
A long day and needs to rest her weary head
14-12-2013, 09:03 PM
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Re: Mark's Poems & Prose
Originally Posted by Mags
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Robert, Mark and SpittyHave discovered a new art
Their poems are so witty
As their thoughts they do impart
Robert relates life stories
Mark speaks from the heart
Spitty is full of mystery
From the very start
THank you Mags
14-12-2013, 10:19 PM
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Re: Mark's Poems & Prose
Her VisitShe arrived wet and weary - the weather so dreary
I was late again - occupying my time so selfishly
Mile after mile she had travelled so far in the rain
And just a mile and a bit I fell victim to the strain
Pathetic and worse I call it - my behaviour stinks
Sometimes I push our relationship to the absolute brink
To live alone for so long and then to share is a physical and mental blow
So used to thinking of just one and no thought for another - the wrong seed to sow
But maybe I need to reconsider how things are now between us
Do I really want to go through life alone and friendless
Nevermind a lover too boot
Surely time for consideration to take root
She has gone back home to her pets and commitments
I stare at the screen and wonder about the visit and entertainments
They were good, healthy, stimulating and sweet
Did they really happen and was I discrete?
Did I treat her well enough throughout
I know I raised my voice in a shout
That made her jump like a frightened child
I was ashamed to act so wild
My nature is not a loving tactile one
It is hard, shaped by the past and what has been done
To change now is asking for too much in all honesty
I will try my best but I have to be true to me
All trees must bend in the wind to survive
At least my blood flows and I am alive
It is enough maybe as it is for one and all
Over this last hurdle though I must not fall
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