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Ok... Look... I'm not a poet. The last time I took my poetry seriously was when I was twenty one and love sick. I'm still in love of course, I'm just not sick about it any longer.

There are a couple of poems here that some people have found worthwhile and have asked for copies so I included them in the requests section. The last poem "The most important man" came to me one afternoon when my mind was clear and I included it here because it leaves an important message. Let me know what you think.

 
Like most of my poetry this one simply came to me when I was finishing "The Will to Win" book. So often we get a good idea and then do nothing about it. We think that the good idea will wait until we have time to put some effort into it but that is not the way it works. You have about 24 hours with a good idea. That's all!. If you do nothing about the idea within 24 hours it will be gone. Then 10 years later you will look back and wonder why you left it. This poem is all about that.
 
 
 
Like most of my poetry this one simply came to me when I was finishing "The Will to Win" book. So often we get a good idea and then do nothing about it. We think that the good idea will wait until we have time to put some effort into it but that is not the way it works. You have about 24 hours with a good idea. That's all!. If you do nothing about the idea within 24 hours it will be gone. Then 10 years later you will look back and wonder why you left it. This poem is all about that.

When?

I stand alone in the crowded room
and can’t help wondering why.
Above me I see brilliant lights
beneath me only sky.

I’m waiting in that crowded room
with people I don’t know.
And then it dawns on me.. Oh God
must be my time to go!

Wait a minute!

You can’t take me now God
There’s so much left to do
I haven’t paid the phone bill yet
and the light’s gone in the loo

Is my insurance up to date?
I can’t remember paying
Sheila will kill me if I forgot
God... what am I saying ....but.

.... wait a minute, I can’t go now
I didn’t say goodbye.
We had that row just last night
I can’t remember why.

And the kids were fast asleep
when I got home from work.
And I was grumpy anyway
God, I’m such a jerk

You can’t take me now God
there’s so much left to do.
The book I said I’d always write
That visit to the Zoo

That trip to see my Mum at home
Tell Sheila that I care
So much time spent doing things
So little left to share

You can’t take me now God
I’ve only just begun
to do the things I wanted to,
to have a little fun

Oh now I understand God
It doesn’t matter how
When there’s things you’ve got to do.
You’ve got to do them ........

Now!

Richard A. Mulvey

 
 

About a year ago I received an e-mail with 3 lines on. I don't know about you but I get lots of e-mail and it has to be filtered if it is not going to take up your whole day. Anyway i got these three lines and they kinda grabbed me. The rest of the poem just seemed to fall into place.

Dance like Nobody’s Watching
Work like you don’t need the money
Love like you’ve never been hurt
Dance like nobody’s watching
Take risks right down to your shirt

Live like there is no tomorrow
Give without need to gain
Climb ‘till it hurts to go further
Then go on ‘till you can’t feel the pain

Praise everyone just like your children
Remember how great that felt
Have the courage to live out your dreams
No matter what cards you’ve been dealt

Cry at all the best movies
Laugh even though you feel sad
Always save time for yourself and your dreams
Hug your kids even when they’ve been bad

Remember that you are the greatest
The greatest you there has ever been
We all have inside us whatever we need
To achieve our wildest dream

So... Dance like nobody’s watching
Go wherever you want to go
And at the end when your life flashes by
Make sure you enjoy the show

Richard Mulvey

 
 
 

This poem is very English. When I wrote it it seemed to be dictated by someone in my head with a Mid-England accent. Manchester maybe, or Sheffield, somewhere around there.

The Important Person

I met an important person yesterday, I forget his name.
I knew he was important because he didn’t bother looking at me when he came
into my cubical to tell me I was surplus to requirements.
I said I always wondered what fired meant
and he left with a grunt to his business lunch and golf with the chairman
another hard days work done in the life of a fair man.

I knew it was a fair company because it said so on the mission
in reception where the reps wait for another session with the buyer.
I’m standing there with the others, casualties of recession
waiting for the fair man who loves to hire and fire

I new he was important ‘cause he didn’t know my name
Even though I’ve been there ten years, to him it’s all the same
It’s not personal he says, and I believe him, he’s right
It’s not personal that I’m going home to tell the wife we might
have to get rid of the tele and the video and cancel the holiday to Toromolenos
we had such fun with the others last year you should have seen us
On the beach with the kids and that waiter who liked our Sally
Now they’ll have to make do with two weeks down our ally.

I new he was important ‘cause of the way he walks about
with his head in the clouds like my old teacher who used to clout
you when you talked in the class, before the start of lessons
But what makes him important that’s what I am set on

Doesn’t he have a proper father like Jesus Christ.
The bastard knows I can’t get another job at my age. So I’m left to page
through the racing times and pick a winner I can’t afford to bet on.
There’s nothing left for me or the wife not much of a life is it.
But I don’t have to go ‘till the end of the month, so
an accident at work will pay the bills and feed the tills
for a good few years. Have no fear I’ll be missed, not kissed goodnight
before we fight for blankets in the long dark chilly night.

So if he so bloody important will he be there.. at the church
I doubt it. Not on a Wednesday, there’s golf you see and scones for tea
My mates will be there and Martha with her new hairdo
But the bloody important one won’t be there neither will he care who is.
So that’s it then. I’m off to do the deed as agreed
Don’t worry about me, I’ll be free
Set your mind on helping the not so important man.. if you can.

Richard A. Mulvey

I will add some more in due course, maybe.