Many would be happy to see this god given talent buried again - and as soon as possible 
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Content you say? Could be the calm before the storm; then again one never knows 
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High time Tomato sauce was given it’s proper recognition Mark, for years it has been neglected by the so called greats, Bravo!
For Me Mystery Girlfriend
Flowers FTW (For The Win)
They grows out of the ground
Some are square and some are round
But the spell they cast is very profound
And can make some happy when down
And on top of that they can get me out of trouble
When my mystery girlfriend gets jealous and sees double
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Phew
I will make this observation
about self deprecation
Hiding your light under a bushel
must never be one of your rules
YOui’ve got it so flaunt it
TO be chided and taunted
is the fate of those
whom the gods have chose
To think outside of the box
make those around you rock
DEep calls to deep
though the climb is steep
With you there Robert all the way 
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The Past?
What is so good about it I ask myself?
If it was the bees knees then why do we have to approach it with stealth
Searching willy nilly for silly clues to a life now long gone by
And half the stuff you find makes you damn well cry
Nah it ain’t for me - no not at all
Makes me want to curl up in a ball
Hell during that time I was pretty small
With big giants stomping on one and all
So why do people look to the past to feel complete?
Don’t they know the past will surely defeat
That sense of purpose - just wash it away
Nah better things to do with yourself in the day
Don’t be fooled by what has passed by
You are remembering it with blinkered eyes
The bad stuff you have locked away
You watch it doesn’t come out to play
Then you will think twice about such a pastime
Stuff needs to be left buried - don’t air it - that’s a crime
The future now that is where it is at
Put your energy into creating something new something pat
Keep focussing ahead to a far away place
Cos that is positive for the human race
I ain’t one for the past.
New info in (girlfriend) - Aquarians look to the future 
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Supportive Phone Call
Just talked to my girlie on the phone
I could hear her voice - it doesn’t drone
She was on about her many life’s problems
Should I be concerned about them (s)?
Well yes I should lend a helping hand
Failing that I could possibly do something grand
That will help lift her spirits and put a smile on her face
I am good at that - I have lots of grace
Just give her a grand
And she’ll take you in hand
Throw in a monkey
It could get quite spunkey
Give her a pony
And maybe a boney
Problems will evaporate
If you speculate
Not bad at all 
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I can see other daily poem threads starting up soon .
Failing that bung em in here .
Mystery Girlfriend’s Latest Poem:
The Boyfriend Really Is A Sight!
Slobbing around in shorts and vest
He rarely bothers to get dressed
And when he does, he dons nightwear
I dress with style and do care
Of how I look ~ it matters to me
Just how the outside world perceives
The person who I think I am
And here is this wreck of a man
In dirty pjs and dressing gown
With holes and eggy stains all down
The front …. and what’s that at the back ???
Oh gawd something in which he’s sat
Whatever can I do with him ?
Is it a ploy for ‘mothering’?
A cunning plan. Now all is clear
The Rab C Nesbit look is here
I can play his game as well
And change into some clothes that smell
I’ll join him on the sofa there,
Rubbing gunge into my hair
We’ll eat popcorn and go to bed
Discussing matters of the head
What she on about - I sound fine to me .
I look alright don’t I :shock: ?
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Well done ‘mystery girlfriend’
… I am sure your poem has a grain of truth too 
All’s quiet on the poetic front
Must be that time of the Month
Not a single verse today
Have all our poets gone away?
No my friend
And once again thanks
The poets wait
To see who breaks ranks
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 
Well I blame Mark for all this verse
Now 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!
As you are all aware
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
Robert, Mark and Spitty
Have 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
Now Mags & Mups, for goodness sake
Thinking these rhymes makes my head ache
But no more for tonight, I’m off to my bed
Cosy and warm I’ll lay down my head.
Goodnight (again)
I hope it’s not catching
This talking in rhyme
If we’re not all careful
It’ll happen all the time
Some of us can resist
The need to wax lyrical
Oh no, I’ve got it too
How rotten typical …
THank you Mags
[SIZE=“3”]Her Visit[/SIZE]
She 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