The Vulnerable Poet v4.4

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t e o P Dave Baxter M.A.S.C. (Life Coach)

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The Preamble Bit 22,956 days ago at the time of writing this epic piece of literary nonsense, it was January and a new life was born in Stoke on Trent. The parents of said new life were ecstatic – oh how misguided that emotion was! Anyway life and time marches on and we jump forward through all sorts of situations, emothingies, births, marriages and departures and we end up at today. The new life is somewhat older now and some might say “more experienced” although it begs to differ. That brings me to another point – since time is a man made concerpt and the Quantum Physicists would have us belief that all experiences and such things are all taking place at the same moment then it would follow that one could return to that new life state and be as a child. So if we extrapo*+&d£, extermion @@@ oh bugger, stretched this thinking out, then that could explain why I have often been described as a child………….. I therefore lay before you, in the shape of curly bits of black, straight lines and dots, this collection of ramblings, thoughts and sometimes hopefully, touching pieces of writing in the hope and belief that at some point you will relate to one of the pieces and think to yourself – “hmmm that was an enjoyable read, maybe I will read some more of this person’s work”.

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A Contented Table The Goddess Moon Beyond The Veil There’s No Joy In Dithering Lament For Terry Wind In A Colander Summer Days Think And Wonder…. Under Nature’s Sky The Secret Of The Wimp Whyte Feathers Take One Explorer….. Circles Mysteries The Wind From The Sea Steampunk Robot Love’s Apple Pie West Country Ways The Dark Princess The Waking Muse The Fete Of A Cake The Builder’s Bum Mistaken Identity Bill Stickers Something Recognised Life’s Ambition Grey and Faceless City Ants Homesick The Hangley Dangley Thing The Vulnerable Poet The Sound Of A Zed In The Name Of The Dove The Saddening Tale of Bill The Gnome Walking On To Bodmin Town

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If you want more like this then throw some beer tokens my way and I will summon the tive juices from the soles of my feet and persuade them to come up with another collecof glimpses into the mind of

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The Goddess Moon A silver light in darkened sky She watches, guiding you and I With pure clear sight she sees it all So will you answer to her call? The Mysteries along the way Will be shown to you one day Step by step you walk the path With Fae to help you learn her craft Spirit, spell and candle work The Goddess Moon you will not shirk Craft and knowledge gaining strength Until the crescent you can take A Priestess of the Goddess Moon With book and candle, bell and rune Building power at each Moon Dark Silver flash and lightning spark

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Beyond The Veil..... A glint of sunlight through the trees Magick myst and budding leaves Reaching upwards, touch the sky Colours dance where dragons fly The lazy brook meanders round This sacred copse where can be found A sense of wonder and of awe Behind the awesome Unicorn She stands with Magick at her feet No gentler vision to be seen Where dancing trees kiss grassy knoll The Land of Fae is to behold Such beauty, very rarely seen And mortal man may only dream Of wonders that can happen there Beyond the veil of mystic air And as the dawn moves into day The Land of Fae moves far away The Unicorn has left behind An image etched upon your mind A picture paints a thousand words But words create a great deal more Did you see upon that day The Unicorn and Land of Fae?

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There's No Joy in Dithering The ladies guild of Dithering Made many many things From multi coloured butterflies To pretty napkin rings They met upon a Tuesday These simple village folk To have a good old gossip Away from all menfolk There’s Martha from the bakery And there's Post Office Flo And many others chatting About Mrs So and So But just one very evening The chatter turned quite loud About Joy van de Garden Missing from the crowd Oh what a dreadful evening The humour bent its head There is no Joy in Dithering The dear old lady's dead

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Lament for Terry The man in the hat has slipped away With poise and gentle style And no more will he wend his way Across green field and stile No tales of discworld any more The steel eye quietly weeps For cold and ice no music score As he to silence creeps How sad this man of gentle wit Has shed his mortal coil And no more will the turtle sit In space his journey toil And yet he'll have the final laugh As Rincewind makes mistakes Colour of magic lines the path As he retires with grace

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Wind In A Colander Bustle and bluster and making of noise Trying to act like you're one of the boys Deluded importance and saying "I know!" Treading on feelings you hurt people so You make so much noise as you hurry around People get caught in your noise and the sound Of potential investments so often hot air Then onto another with never a care You flit and you flutter all over the place Leaving behind lots of wreckage and waste The flotsam and jetsam of life in your wake A colander wind - low give, mostly take Risk and reward are the rules in your mind But deep down inside are you really that blind? You don't see what's sitting right under your nose Chasing your fortune - the one YOU let go!

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Summer Days Behind the curtains below the stairs There sits a dream of summer air When fields are full of living things And butterflies have silken wings Singing songs of fun all day And little children run and play I sit here on a winter’s night With pictures dancing in firelight The thoughts of spring in time to come Of summer days so filled with fun The children tucked up in their beds With covers pulled around their heads They dream of days that never end While they are playing with their friends Soldiers, nurses, cops and thieves Sweet lemonade and dirty knees The dreams of summer seem so real But out of reach for us to feel We know that they will come again After months of wind and rain So lie asleep and dream my child And may your wishes make you smile I sit here on a winter’s night With pictures dancing in firelight The thoughts of spring in time to come Of summer days so filled with fun

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Think and Wonder.... An hour spent in silent care No choice to make except - be there! Hands caressing, gentle touch Sixty minutes mean so much Control in place but no word said No wandering thoughts inside the head Attention focused, needle sharp Fingers working softly, hard No pretence there, one simple act Unspoken words express the pact Between the people in that room Dancing to that simple tune The gift was given back and forth Tension dropping through the floor No need for words that April night The act so gentle, binding tight

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Under Nature's Sky Silk worms weave their tiny thread Lit by fire flies Spiders form such perfect webs Under Nature's sky Butterflies with silken wings Gently pass you by Sparrows, larks and bluebirds sing Under Nature's sky Every creature every man Ladybird or child Holds a very special place Under Nature's sky So why do humans think their lives Are better than the rest? They still don't get the way of things Under Nature's sky

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The Secret Of The Wimp About a hundred years ago One Monday afternoon It was a wet and windy day Around the end of June Edna Rustwick had a son A child born on that day And it was in that tiny room That history was made Fame would never shine on him The days he was alive But everyone from then to now Would meet a wimpy child He hid from shadows on the floor And ran when doors went bang He set a standard worse than low His wimpyness would grow He held a secret longing though A deep and dark desire To be the leader of the wimps And wear the royal attire A ruler, a dictator too of all the wimps around And people moving near to him would tumble to the ground He'd rule his wimpy Kingdom hard, and jump at every sound But when the darkness tumbled in this king could not be found

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Whyte Feathers It's said when someone leaves you They always leave a sign To tell you they are with you And ease your aching mind Watching from the Summerlands With every brand new day And yet they're always near at hand To help and ease the way No matter what the weather Come grey skies or come blue Just watch for those whyte feathers Those special signs for you And when your heart is heavy Your eyes cast to the ground Just look for those whyte feathers And smile, they are around!

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Take One Explorer.... I'm an explorer in a super fast jet Dressed in my finest designer string vest Dive into black holes in the blink of an eye Only to surface ‘neath Alien skies The moons of Mandana, a rare sight to see Making their orbit of Vengarden Three We stop for a bite at The Lemongrass Tree Cosmopolitan restaurant that serves English tea But sadly explorers must always go home For bedtime is calling my planetary phone I'll travel again in the blink of an eye Through deep dark black holes to the alien sky

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Circles A perfect shape in imperfect world Not a boy and not a girl Walking backwards up the stairs Dancing circles in the air They have no start they have no end In fact they are eternal friends Their shape gives strength, support and love When even viewed from up above They are important building blocks Never start and never stop That keep our transport rolling on Help water from our sinks be gone Yes now my friend I'll tell you true Without those rings what would we do Lots of things would not be right And no such thing as "ring of light"

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Mysteries On the Hill under the sun The lady sits alone Wond'ring what she will become Since she is Goddess born Time and tide for no one waits And magick must be done Calling down that unseen force Since she is Goddess born Mysteries not one nor three Their lessons must be learned Until one day the news is borne And Goddess mantle worn So my child be good and learn The lessons you are taught The way is never easy child With many tests and trials And then one day it comes to you Your path will be revealed And you will walk along your way A Mother much revered

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The Wind From The Sea Folded umbrellas are doing a dance Twisting and turning in wind from the sea Five in a row is a rare sight to chance Fluttering skirts in the wind from the sea White and maroon and a slight hint of grey Twisting and turning in wind from the sea Passers by gaze as they move on their way Watching the skirts in the wind from the sea The sight caught my eye as I followed my way Watching the dance in the wind from the sea My thoughts were distracted for most of the day By watching the skirts in the wind from the sea

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Steampunk Robot An android from Andromeda With Silicon for brains Joined a revolution On eighteen fifties plains He caught a dying airship Whilst drifting through the sky A glimpse of corset ribbon Awoke his robot eye "Never drink the coffee man" Jack Jezebel did warn "Only drink old Earl Grey tea To keep your circuits warm" In our Utopian playland days We are all mad it seems But little Ron our Robot friend Liked our recurring dreams We danced a jig in Abney Park And sang the cog is dead As Captain Alexander called Let's give the steam its head

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Love's Apple Pie! One day on a walk to the ends of the earth A girl with a beret and very short skirt Stopped at a crossroads and looked to the sky And stood with a twinkle, a glint in her eye She looks up and down with a meaningful gaze Her thoughts are misplaced in the long summer days She thinks of her friendship while starting to smile Her boyfriend has told her that Love's Apple Pie

A dream of whatever is born on this day She's setting a challenge to bring him this day A piece of forever the sun in the sky To always remember that Love's Apple Pie!

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West Country Ways Leave to tomorrow the things of today That is the essence of West Country way I'll be with you soon means a couple of weeks It'll all be alright, with a couple of tweaks. It's part of the charm of the county m'dear We move quickly slowly, did I not make that clear? And so what's the hurry with you cityfolk? You push and you jostle up there in the smoke. Yet down in the west where we have our own ways It'll all be alright in a couple of days We'll sip on our scrumpy while having a yarn And wait for the cows to return to the barn So while you are rushing through smoke and through smog We happily wander ‘cross moorland and bog You laugh at the accent and things that we say But can't wait to sample our West Country ways

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The Dark Princess Standing here I am in awe Of how you are so self assured Perfect make up on your face Not one hair is out of place Your nails are painted crimson red Black dress waiting on the bed Sheer black nylon on your thighs Dusky shades adorn your eyes At the bedside neatly placed Towering heels your feet await All the things so when you dress You become the Dark Princess Ruler of your awesome realm Chosen subjects overwhelmed By the beauty they perceive As they drop onto their knees

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The Waking Muse The other day my muse awoke She tossed her hair before she spoke I've no idea what she said ‘cos it's all Greek to me!

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The Fete Of A Cake No Mrs Haverthwaite no no no! Don't step into that river's flow It isn't worth your suicide Just because your cake won't rise A life dependent on a cake Makes me say "for goodness' sake!" Buy a dozen from the shop Pretend to them you baked the lot A garden fete is just a do And is it worth the end of you? So put some fancies on a plate And hold your head high at that fete!

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The Builder’s Bum I ask myself what did become Of Arthur and his builder's bum Was here today and gone tomorrow And Mrs Jones was filled with sorrow She used to wake up every day And watch him work the day away Her curtains twitch, arthritic fingers Memories of her girlhood linger She didn't think that he would bother That she was left hot under collar And when she made her feelings plain His attitude was not the same And that was several days ago Where he went she'll never know No more will her curtains twitch Since he's not working on that ditch

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Mistaken Identity To catch a train to Westward Ho! Would really be such fun But therein lies a problem Joe 'Cos there the trains don't run But mum, I want some fish and chips While sitting on the prom Well I'm afraid you've had your chips 'Cos Westward prom has gone Well beggar me if that's not fair Says Joe all sad and glum And don't you pull that face and stare 'Cos I am not your mum! And Joe he looks a bit perplexed All miserable and sad Beneath the glitter tights and dress The mum he thought, was dad

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Bill Stickers Bill Stickers was an artichoke Designed some great big builds He had a box of paper hats And took them to a field He met with Winnie Colclough there A woman of the night They had a little dalliance Behind The 'lectric Light And then a nine month later Young Winnie had a bairn A little baby Sticker child Her father was annoyed It cost Bill Stickers twenty pounds To keep his name unknown And when the child was six years old He bought the boy a comb

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Something Recognised We sit at your table I look in your eyes No mask and no pretence and no question why We talk and we laugh and almost we cry Just two people sharing their stories of life I've known you a moment and yet it feels more So deep the connection between my life and yours We both love The Goddess of that we are sure She brought us together to make us give more There's power between us both female and male It's love in its purest not some smutty tale The Lady has spoken her words must prevail We've something together, A force that won't fail

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Life’s Ambition I have a friend, a girlie girl With sparkles in her eyes And when we talked the other night I saw into her life Beyond the mask a caring girl A woman full of passion Who seeks to put an end to strife This is her life's ambition She has a history very deep A life that's so profound And with my admiration held To know her makes me proud And If I walk beside her path And help her to achieve The things that she sets out to do I'll be so very pleased It's little things that change the world And we can help with that And see a smile on someone's face Just what more can we ask?

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Grey and Faceless From my window I can see City living's not for me Lowry people passing by Underneath a leaden sky In the distance miles and miles Give no comfort to the eye The fraying shapes and Spartan trees Make me sad, want to be free Poland House a faceless block Dwarfs the ageing housing stock Men in rooftop HVJs While a helicopter spies Cars rush by on boring streets Young man running, busy feet Chinese, Russian, Asian hordes Just what do they come here for?

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City Ants To me you seen like faceless ants All pencil skirts and stripey pants Prim and proper city girls Preening, primping, touching curls And too the men are just the same With fitted suits, designer names Quentin, Tarquin, Marcus, Joe Rushing lives, nowhere to go Life's a greenhouse in the sky All chasing dollars, figures high Just what does it really mean? Is moneymaking all you dream? Your day begins at 5 a m And when will you be home again? Seven, eight, nine or ten And then you’ll do it all again!

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Homesick Lonely bedroom city view Oh how much I'm missing you Sitting here at 7 a m Hardly slept since it began Squealing brakes of DLR Make me dream of you so far How I need your loving arms Homesick for those Devon farms And yes it's only been a day But here you seem so far away And in an hour I'm off again Pushing on that crowded train Cardboard people shirts and ties Jostling in their city lives How I need to feel your charms Wrapped around by loving arms Tomorrow morn when I awake A new hotel, another place I know that when it gets to four I'll be on the road once more Heading down Macadam's stones To my Devon seaside home Done again for one more year Back to home and with you near

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The Hangley Dangley Thing I have a thing that's on my wall I cannot find a use at all For such an object black and white So now it's covered, out of sight I found it when I bought the house It hangs there quiet as a mouse It simply is and simply hangs While my dog Rover bares his fangs One day a friend asked "what is that, Is it somewhere for a hat?" I answer quick in words that sing "It's called a Hangley Dangley Thing" So now we have a name for it A piece of art? No that's not it! It simply hangs upon my wall A talking point and that is all

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The Vulnerable Poet It's really a shock when you're under attack Your mind is controlled and you cannot fight back The muse sends you thoughts by controlling your mind And sleep is elusive you cannot unwind It's called inspiration, it has to come out You cannot predict when the muse is about She takes all your thoughts and she twists them around As quick as a flash with no hint of a sound I tried to ignore the intrusion last night But then she was dancing her footsteps not light Around and around went the thoughts in my head And only in time would I get back to bed The words flowing through me I write and I scribe Unveiling the feelings that she puts inside A vulnerable poet is what she calls me I'm smiling and happy that I can't break free

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The Sound Of A Zed I lie in my bed at the dead of the night The clock on the tower chimes the sound of midnight I’m hearing the waves as they crash to the shore And hearing the wind as it’s starting to roar Treetops are blowing and breaking the light That shines from the lamppost on this winter night The sound of a cat as it screeches in fright The steps of a runner who heads into night Her breathing is heavy, she screams through the walls The sound of stilettos both taking a walk All of these sounds on a chill winter’s night The clock in the tower chimes the sound of midnight And so as I’m trying to drift off to sleep I think of the people who live on the street At least I am warm in my huge comfy bed And then my eyes close to the sound of a zed.

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In The Name Of The Dove We're standing together across the divide The red white and blue is the link on each side The feelings of anger and upset inside Will make us determined this upset to ride On Friday the thirteenth of twenty fifteen Such awful events in that city were seen The coward's attack devastating and mean Saw Paris and France devastated, obscene So let's work together for peace and for love Standing together let's all rise above Let goodness prevail in the name of the dove By singing our song with the Goddess above But let's not forget every woman and man Who perished that night when the terror began No words can express just how people must feel The nightmare in Paris was suddenly real

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The Saddening Tale of Bill the Gnome And as the wind begins to blow People scurry for their homes Against the onset of the cold But spare a thought for Bill the Gnome Now Bill was born a lowly gnome And thus his life was spent alone Until he met a maiden Joan Who spared a thought for Bill the Gnome The years went by and they became So much in love they thought the same A married couple they'd become And soon the union gave a son But then one day it all went wrong Joan and her son they both were gone Bill was broken and undone They had no thought for Bill the Gnome

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Walking On To Bodmin Town The wind did blow upon my face It felt so cold about this place Yet I must walk these many miles Across the moors and country stiles And never will I wear a frown As I walk on to Bodmin Town I travel through both night and day To see my love so far away Before she hangs from gibbet high And passes upwards to the sky And never will I wear a frown As I walk on to Bodmin Town I will protest her innocence To anyone whose ear is lent For in my heart I know its wrong E'er at my side she should belong And never will I wear a frown As I walk on to Bodmin Town When I arrive it is too late Her life has gone, an awful fate A silver sixpence sealed her end My girl my lover and my friend But I will never wear a frown I end my life in Bodmin Town

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