Faith And Hope And Charity

Hope is forever dreaming
Faith is forever pure
While charity weighs up its lot
So its life it can endure.

Hope is forever youthful
Faith has no greying hair
While charity is ageless
So it is forever there.

For faith and hope and charity
Are of each of us a part
The measures there between them
Are what balances our heart.

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Regret's A Cold Companion

Regret's no consolation
For things no longer near
Regret's no panacea
For problems that were clear
Regret's a backward looking
For things that were to last
For hopes that were to happen
Now firm stuck in the past
Regret's a cold companion
Regret's a dulling force
Regret finds its own dominion
In that process called divorce.

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Never Within Me

I am bereft through sadness
and within each light i see
a shadow of my consciousness
a shadow that is me.

i am hungry for a closeness
but within closeness do i see
mere remnants of my honesty
and a skeleton of me.

i am not known for polished words
for within those words i see
a truth that is too far away
and never within me.

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I Want To Touch

I want to touch i want to see
the hands the hair the honesties
that unlike flickered memories last
moths in a flame and floating past
are hosts and hosts of glorious gold
the tales the sights the thoughts untold
the did you did i stories when
you hold onto the moments then
you smile and laugh and closely say
i am happy that you are that way.

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Whisper Quietly In The Night

See that man who sits there crying
in the corner down the street
his blankets of newspaper
and old slippers on his feet
he is one of the forgotten
who once had happy lives
but now one of the dispossessed
bereft of kids and wife
look closely at his countenance
his empty pleading stare
and whisper quietly in the night
thank god its not me there.

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Journalism?

He was a strong and gentle man
With strong and gentle hands
He was a leading journalist
A carreer he had not planned
People trusted him completely
And had great respect for him
He was no cheque book journalist
He believed that truth would win
When he retired, the legal scene
Was never quite the same
But this is all a fantasy
For Lou Grant was his name.

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Spring Cleaning

Clean away the cobwebs
make light of dirt and grime
wave high those feather dusters
it's now spring cleaning time
for spring's first day has broken
and those windows must be cleaned
cold winter's grey has gone away
replaced with fresher scenes
ah! the joy of such spring cleaning
oh! the joy of household life
sometimes i am the paragon
of a 1950's wife!

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Despite Our Dreams

Set in stone too many rules
Constrain and not much more
The way to see them is more like
The sea upon the shore.

Too many ‘don’t do’s’ do not weigh
An even balance with
The can I, should I, will I things
With which we have to live.

For of frying pans and fires
Of needs and of desires
The truest indications seem
To come to us despite our dreams.

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The Night They Won The Cup

Three-nil down at half time
And totally outclassed
Liverpool they came out flying
With a passion from the past
Three-one, three-two then three all
And into extra time
But the score stuck fast at three-three
As Dudek stood on his line
He saved the first two penalties
With some antics he’d made up
And it was magic there in Istanbul
The night they won the cup.

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Sleep Well

Sleep well my dear
And may you find the morning bright
And may your dreams of fond delight
Entrance you while you slumber.

Sleep well my dear
And may angels dance in fairytales
And ships float by with magic sails
To delight you while you slumber.

Sleep well my dear
And may your cares float clear away
And may you hear me softly say
I love you while you slumber.

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