Sailing to windward Poems

Guiding us through light streaked haze,
points the crusted chain,
to overwhelm in shadow paint
a thing once loved, now slain
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From dark deceit where cleverly
I wily steer my selfish goals
I thank my wit for saving me
the fruitless pain of braver souls
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Safe now and free to plough the sweeter deep
where to do's and not to do's count no more
In closing eyes I plan no more to weep
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We left the beach and dusty road
And scrambled up the rock strewn hill
The moon was full, as were our hearts
And all around was still
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Having been deserted
by his golden touch,

he was left with twelve bars
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Need and greed don't often rhyme
but when they do, buy quicklime.
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I try hard not to blink an eye.
A wipe or wink is safe (I think)
But whith my last blink,
fifty years flew by
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</>When a car breaks down,
some express sadness or even anger.
“Useless piece of junk”, they say.
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Kangaroos still can’t walk backwards
Their gait remains strictly one way
Don’t fill my head with those flash words,
whatever the profs at CERN say,
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