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The meaning of a warrior Queen.
By W.T.Armstrong,

I see you there my Warrior Queen, standing still and all serene.
Dressed in gold with hair to match, I see you`ve made another catch.
They do not see the girl within, that fights a fight and likes to win.
No armour is in view to see, but they don`t know you, not like me.

I know what strength you can apply, with just the twinkle of an eye.
When sword and shield flash into view, another victim falls to you.
A cut so deep will always kill, the foolish foe without a will.
They can`t survive your vicious thrust, another heart they give in trust.

You leave them now without a glance, another victim to enhance.
Here comes another, into view, i`m sure he`l fall in love with you.
And who can blame the silly fools, they don`t know that you break the rules.
With sword held high you strike again, another heart is split in twain.

I know it well, the cut, the pain, yes I have felt your powerful reign.
The difference is I saw it well, your armour, sword, your woven spell.
I let you strike the fatal blow, that cut my heart and laid me low.
I know when I am beaten well, my Warrior Queen, I will not tell.




The meaning of time.
By W.T.Armstrong

Another year gone by again, another time we can`t regain.
If only we could choose a time, to live again a life so fine.
We might not take the road we took, instead we`d take a second look.
At things that could be better done, at battles that we could have won.

At people that were once a friend, that parted form us in the end.
Desisions sometimes made in haste, can`t be reversed, it is a waste.
But what is done in time if lost, cannot be found at any cost.
A second cannot be undone as time will wait for no mans son.

So on we go to where or when, we do not know, we cannot ken.
To shape our destiny we try, but better men than you or I.
Have tried to do this in the past, just to find it did not last.
The future is not ours to see, so look into your past.... for me.


The meaning of being different.
By W.T.Armstrong.

I thought I would make contact with some people I once new.
People that were young with me in 1962,
I know it is some time ago and we have all moved on.
But surely contact can be made, before we are all gone.

I sent out several emails and even letters too.
I drove to places that I knew, some time ago it 's true.
But not one soul remembered me, like I remember them.
It must be that I did not fit, into the mould back then.

I guess today I still don 't fit, I have a different view.
Than that of those, I seek to find and bring to pastures new.
So now I know the truth I though, deep down inside my mind.
That one like me must walk alone, surrounded by mankind.


The meaning of Living in The Past.
By W.T.Armstrong.

An old and foolish man am I, no money and no hope.
While others have retired or gone, I work on like a dope.
From 7 in the morning, til 10 the clock at night.
To make ends meet, run off my feet, my future is not bright.

My mind is in the past, you know, with friends that used to be.
I think of them as I work on, but do they think of me?
There is no reason that they should,we parted some time past.
The pressure of ambition had no room for friends that last.

I always tried to do, in life, exactly what was right.
I do not have regrets at all, well, sometimes, in the night.
You see I always wanted to, be famous and well known.
I tried in many ways and failed, but this I have outgrown.

I did things for a living, for fame and fortune too.
In fact I did so many things, no man should have to do.
Driven on by who knows what, a quest to undertake.
Friends and loved ones left behind, trailing in my wake.

I travelled far and wide in search of stardom of a kind.
A quest for notoriety, so selfish and unkind.
But now my time has passed away, no vigour and no youth.
I would not change a single day, of those gone by, in truth.

For what would man amount to, if no venture was allowed.
If we all sat at home, like most, what then, would make us proud?
And just perhaps when I am gone, someone will speak in glee.
In utterance of names gone by, they might just mention me.




The meaning of Advice.
By W.T.Armstrong.

I know that there can never be, a way for you and I.
To do what was intended, by the great one in the sky.
We left out love to die alone, unwanted and forlorn.
While we moved on to better things, although our hearts were torn.

Yet since the day we said goodbye, and cast our love aside,
regret has plagued my mind and soul, even though, I tried,
to live a life without the love, I knew was meant to be.
If only I could right the wrong, between my love and me.

I try to live a normal life, so that no one can see,
the turmoil that is present, living constantly with me.
I fool them all throughout the day and in the evening too.
They know not that within my mind, I only think of you.

I miss the girl that once was mine, some 50 years ago.
I think of you and how we were, it is so hard you know.
Advice I give to those like me that may the wrong choice make.
Go for your love with all your heart, do not make my mistake.

Call her now, or better still, go knocking on her door.
Do not wait with stubborn pride, your love may be no more.
See her now, hold her tight, never set her free.
Leave it at your peril, you could, end up, just like me.


The meaning of a Dragon.
By W.T.Armstrong.

My dragon called around today, to see me in an urgent way.
Her scales were a distinctive blue, not her normal pinky hue.
She let me know in quite some haste, that she was not about to waste,
her time on me if I did go with her sister dragon , Flo.

Be assured my dragon dear, tis you I love, and have no fear.
Please stop the fire from your breath, you nearly scared me half to death,
As if I would your company leave, or cause your dragon heart to grieve.
Your sister is a beauty, true, but can not be compared with you.

Your scales are an exquisite size and colour matched unto your eyes.
Your talons and your sharpened claws, sit well upon your scaly paws.
I see it in your eyes of fire, that I fill your hearts desire.
Your beauty is beyond compare, you make all other dragons stare.

We are together you and I, chained together with a sigh.
In the mists of time we be, ever faithful, you and me.
So rest in peace my dragon love, again we will fly high above,
the crowded streets of human kind, forever in my lonely mind.





The meaning of Facebook.
By W.T.Armstrong

I note on Facebook life is fine, smiling faces drinking wine.
Signing up might be the best, posting pictures like the rest.
Showing off the life I lead, all is fine, nothing I need.
Having friend would be nice too, can I be a friend for you?

It looks like holidays are prime, taking pictures all the time.
Posting them for all to see, never seen a one of me.
Not the in crowd, I presume, too long sitting in my room.
I do not know just what to do, they all look happy through and through.

I wonder if life is so fine, when the people are off line.
Is the online fairytale, smoked glass screen, just a vail?
Who can blame them for deception, well not me , on reflection.
What have I done to be proud, from conception to the shroud?

So it is a thing to ponder, use may make the heart grow fonder.
Trouble is the world is viewing every single thing you 'r doing.
If they see past the bluster, who knows what thoughts they may muster.
Could be snakes out there that hiss, stuff it i 'll give that a miss.


The meaning of a box of junk.
By W.T.Armstrong

Looking through my favourite things, no value can I find.
Only sentimental objects people left behind.
A horse shoe magnet from my past, been with me all my life.
A medal from my granddad, a letter from his wife.

Nothing there worth passing on why do I keep them here.
Boxed and locked with other things that never will appear.
Letters from some time ago from March until December
Never to be read again too painful to remember.

The time will come as all time must, when no one else will care.
These worthless thing, I treasure so, will all be then laid bare.
Why did he keep these useless things, they wonder as they look.
Just junk and rubbish they have found as to the tip its took.

They know not and they care not that each item has a story.
A memory from a time gone by, when some sought fame or glory.
A note of love, a gift of joy, a card from far away.
The time will come when they will have a box of junk .... someday.




The Meaning of first love.
By W.T.Armstrong

As through our lives we wend our way, some pitfalls we will find.
If only we were wise enough to leave them well behind.
But in the days of witch I speak youthfullness did reign.
With unforgiving thoughtlessness causing love to wane.

Although when looking back upon those time we knew so well.
l think of times in sepia mists, with thoughts I shall not tell.
So in my inner mind and soul these secrets I must keep.
No others in the world should know what keeps me from my sleep.

There is aother in this world that may just feel the same.
Her secrets she must also keep. whoever is to blame.
The secrets of that first true love that somehow came to nought.
Forgetting never, things we did in loving acts and thought.

For in this world of ours I know, that even though we failed.
We did once love each other well as on through life we sailed.
You were the joy they call first love, your in my memory still.
I now remember all our days, and I always will.







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