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Here’s some more silly stuff representing 10 minutes of my morning that is gone forever.

The important thing is, however, to point out the fact that this is my third post in three days. That’s correct. You read it right. 3 out of 3. Possibly a new personal record.

The idea (though I may be a bit off track about where it was supposed to go) comes from Yves and you can see the photo prompt with her or with Cheryl.

I don’t really know what it’s all supposed to mean but who of us has not posed in front of the mirror (or just in our minds, perhaps) and revealed other incarnations of ourselves that we would reveal to no other?

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No one knows

How you pose

At home

Alone

And reveal those

Others within

Safe from prying eyes

Take off your disguise

A so to begin

Another life

Mother, wife

Lover to another

And then forever

Whatever is true

Whatever has been

Can be seen

Only by you.

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Actually … to use the word poetry must be a bit insulting to actual poets. I apologise unreservedly.

Let’s just call it a post. But take note. I posted yesterday as well. So that’s two days in a row! I’m on a roll!

This comes in response to Eugi and via Rugby843. (with all football in hibernation I just like saying the word ‘rugby’ … it gives me hope of returning to a normality in which nothing really matters all that much).

It is supposed (according to the prompt) to be about harmony and that seems, to me, to be a rare commodity these days and probably always has been.

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If God created all we know

She must have done so long ago

And then lost interest half way through

Found something else she’d rather do

Lots of bits left unconnected

Major errors uncorrected

Oh God! Why did you leave us here?

Your last instructions so unclear

Those Ten Commandments. What a curse!

We daily make things so much worse

And so we know we’ll never see

A universe in harmony

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Just to be clear … I’m a staunch atheist, but I like having God around to share some of the blame.

My pal Kate wrote a post about overhead drones scanning her local secluded beach. Was she suggesting that our government are watching our every move looking for signs of socialist uprisings? Are there emotionless invisible men with secret code names hiding in underground fortresses somewhere out in the desert monitoring our every move and registering any hint of anti-government sentiment? Maybe. I wouldn’t put it past them. But I think, more likely, such drones belong to giggling fourteen year old boys searching for nudists.

Anyway …

It made me feel a bit insignificant and unimportant. I can’t think of a single thing I do that anyone would want to know about … much less watch.

I’m waving to spies

Who don’t wave to me

I’m guilty as hell

But can anyone see?

They hover above

Ever so near

They’re tapping my phone

But does anyone hear?

Let me pay for my crimes

At the end of the day

Just put me in custody

Put me away

Lock me up tight

Bury the key

The community needs

Some protection from me

You have my address

I’m not hard to find

I have evil thoughts

Aren’t you reading my mind?

I’m not paying taxes

I’ve had an affair

I’m taking drugs nude

Doesn’t anyone care?

I tried to respond to a challenge earlier today From the godogs . It didn’t really work. I failed.

This is a kind of mashed up version of my effort.

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Her call unexpected

Her voice like a song

Her words unsuspected

Her right to be wrong

The truth undetected

Has it been that long?

I am weak. Disrespected

But I’m playing along

Her hair, so familiar

Defying the wind

Her eyes hiding secrets

Lying within

Her skin still electric

Soft white still her hips

But she tastes of bad memories

Still fresh on her lips

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