A New Deal
A New Deal
The shouting and the tumult dies.
The people have declared their choice
they’ve chosen change: It’s no surprise.
The time has come long overdue
To break with past failed policies
try something different something new.
Both candidates have done their best
you must give credit where it’s due
But only one could pass the test
You’ve chosen your new president.
You did your bit let him do his
and hope that he proves competent.
To recognise what must be done
to rectify the errors of the past.
A daunting task for anyone.
Though he may lack experience
He’s flexible and he can learn.
You have expressed your confidence.
Remember he is just a man
Alone he can’t work miracles
but with your help perhaps he can
But he needs space and he needs time
to work out the priorities
and what reforms to put in place.
He has inherited a mess
which can’t be put right over night.
It has to be a slow process.
He’s not too proud to seek advice
he knows there’s much he does not know.
Just tinkering will not suffice
You have chosen by majority
to name him as your president
All that remains is wait and see.
If he’s the man the country needs
to show us there’s a better way
Just hope and pray that he succeeds.
He cannot do it on his own
and is entitled to expect
active support from everyone.
Who’s proud to be American
Restore us to our rightful place
amongst the family of man.
5-Nov-08
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Now is the Hour 08
Now is the hour.08
When choosing a new president.
Some things you aren’t allowed to know.
By long established precedent,
the candidates will only show
What they believe will convince you
they have no past sins to conceal.
Although it’s patently untrue
as their opponents will reveal.
No politician’s innocent
although they all profess to be.
The question are they competent
is the important one for me
Some vote from party loyalty
and some to voice their discontent.
Still others ruled by apathy
by default choose the president.
The president can only serve
if the majority agree.
The get the man that you deserve
So when you vote choose carefully.
So put your prejudice aside
discount your partly loyalty
This is your chance you must decide
what is the best for your country.
26-Oct-08
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I have a family! !
I have a family
My ancestry a mystery
I was abandoned as a child.
I had no family history.
To which I am now reconciled.
From nursery to children’s home
Until I was adopted by
A couple who made me welcome
With whom I lived quite happily.
They had three children of their own
Who readily accepted me?
An orphan parentage unknown
Addition to their family.
I had three sisters instantly
And better still a mum and Dad.
Who had especially chosen me
to be their only little lad.
I vowed to make them proud of me
I studied hard did well at school.
Then on to university.
I showed the world I was no fool.
I’m a successful businessman
My Family is quite proud of me
which only goes to show you can
overcome successfully.
With the support of family
the problems which you have to face.
To become what you want to
and be a winner in life’s race.
My mum and dad mean more to me
than accolade I may earn.
They fed and clothed and nurtured me
now I support them in my turn
An orphan boy who they took in.
They raised me as their only son
with loving care and discipline
I think I was the lucky one.
They say success is down to me
That I worked to make my way
but we agree to disagree
I love them more than I can say.
4-Sep-08
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Don't ask me
Sometimes I see though partially.
Like images through frosted glass.
Beyond control, sporadically
A foretaste of what is to come.
Sometimes reflections from the past.
Abilities which are not welcome.
A family trait inherited
an extra sensitivity
At times we see the way ahead.
But what we see we do not say.
Because we know we cannot change
future events in any way.
This is the cross we have to bear
the second sight can be a curse
to know but know we cannot share.
I would prefer that I was blind
Unable to see through the mists
.I feel that fate has been unkind.
To grant a talent I can’t use
It seems quite purposeless to me
If I had choice I would refuse.
I do not really want to see
what lies ahead for anyone.
What fate decrees will come to be.
I did not choose I was chosen
to inherit this ability
to see what lies beyond our ken.
My family is known to be
possessors of the second sight
but taught to use it sparingly.
I dare not share the things I see.
I can’t be sure I am correct
I will not share. So don’t ask me.
15/06/2009
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People Power. A rant.
The people’s voice so long suppressed.
Has now been forcibly expressed
Egyptians want democracy.
The world is waiting now to see
if their demands meet with success.
The winds of change are blowing free.
So tyrants sleep uneasily
They fear to hear the people’s voice
but really they have little choice.
If people choose democracy.
They can no longer rule by force.
Its time to take a different course.
The people have the power to
discard the old bring in the new.
By just resisting passively.
I have no doubt that some will die
As the dictators vainly try.
To cling to power at any cost
a battle that’s already lost.
The people will sweep them away.
The western world must wait and
see what happens next uneasily.
We have no right to interfere
although we have good cause to fear.
The power games that people play.
The world is changing rapidly.
Because of new technology.
Information is exchanged,
the internet has rearranged.
What people are allowed to say.
They have the opportunity
to state their views quite openly
For and against the government.
Although it seems that discontent
is the major force in play..
The peoples will is paramount
They will demand a close account.
From those they give authority
to take control and over see.
the changes that they need today..
Perhaps we too need to review.
A process which is over due
Our concept of democracy
at least our foreign policy..
We do not have the right to say.
What other countries ought to do
Because they are entitled to.
Do whatever they think best
to pacify the deep unrest.
the people have the final say.
If they decide to give assent
to a form of government.
Which may not be democracy
but suits the vast majority.
We have no reason for dissent.
We may quite well learn something new
That makes us take a different view.
Of the systems now in place.
By which we choose our government.
Which do not work as they were meant..
The powers that be may disagree.
Because they do not want to see.
The fault and flaws that now exist.
Although they preach democracy
They breach the rules in secrecy.
Although they may control the press
and the media more or less.
They can’t control the internet.
If they are wise they’ll recognise
That people can see through their lies.
Sunday,13 February 2011
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Initiate
Initiate
The time has come for me to seek
the advice of my ancestors.
To take to heart the words they speak
which will reveal my future course.
I have my knife I have my bow
and that is all I am allowed
The time is now I have to go
Until my totem is endowed.
I have to learn to recognise
my totem by his qualities.
Though he conceals them from mens eyes..
True understanding is the prize.
A lot depends on what he sees.
The part of him that dwells in me.
Subjects me to deep scrutinies
Which I must face I cannot flee..
I walk the wilderness alone
I catch and kill the food I need
and for each life I must atone.
As I was taught this is my creed.
I do not fear the solitude
Although I miss my family
I have the correct attitude
I know enough to wait and see.
The first night passes quietly
I rise at dawn salute the sun.
I watch and wait respectfully
but wonder in my heart which one.
Which creature will decide to be
the totem that I’m here to find.
The spirit creatures are quite free
to read the thoughts I have in mind.
The second night I cannot sleep
I pass the dark hours listening
to the night predators who creep
about my shelter foraging.
Again I rise up with the sun.
Then suddenly I see a bear
I have no doubt he is the one
whos taken me into his care.
I look at him he looks at me
He seems to be well satisfied
and off he trundles clumsily.
A totem I accept with pride.
The bear has freely chosen me.
I had no say it was his choice
I return home triumphantly
and with my family rejoice.
I must give up my boyhood name.
Now that I have become a man.
The Shaman plays his sacred game
The spirits tell him that he can.
Leave the choice of name to me.
The elders of the tribe confer
But they accept eventually.
I choose the name of Little Bear.
I am a full fledged warrior now.
No longer just a little boy
I freely let the teardrops flow
an outward sign of my great joy.
I am a man and take my place
amongst the older wiser men.
I passed the test without disgrace
A test I need not take again.
In due course I will earn respect
But I must act respectfully.
Towards my elders who expect
that I will listen carefully.
As I am taught the tribal lore
they have stored in their memory.
The things they could not teach before
my totem bear had chosen me..
4-Apr-08
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Minding Our Own Business
The universal warrior.
The ordinary fighting man
existing since the world began
A doer not a worrier.
He does as he is ordered to.
Its not his place to question why
The many ordered by the few.
His duty is to do or die.
The politicians and the brass
issue commands which he obeys
Its always been this way alas
and will be ‘til we change our ways.
Why should they send young men to fight
and die in some far distant land.
To try and prove that might is right.
Why can’t our leaders understand.
Each country is entitled to
govern their land in their own way
There’s very little we can do
We cannot force them to obey.
However much we disagree,
we have no right we can’t dictate.
they must accept democracy.
Each is an independent state.
Our leaders ought to concentrate
on problems in our own countries
Address them now they cannot wait
Re stabilise economies.
It’s not our place to interfere
on other countries home affairs
Past history makes this quite clear.
We have our problems they have theirs.
The evidence is plain to see
.Each country gets the government
they will accept eventually
By trial and experiment.
Although we think our way the best
it will not do for everyone.
So in our own best interest
We must learn to leave things alone.
Democracy is not perfect
Although we may pretend it is.
It is the best we can expect
although it’s rather hit or miss.
It is the best we can devise
as long as human nature rules.
We lack the knowledge to be wise.
We are a race of clever fools.
27-Dec-08
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Ease Appeases With a Bit of Tease
Assumptions you have held and chosen...
Know they must go.
Those assumptions you have held and chosen,
Know they must go.
Release them to go.
Relax!
Find that place,
Where you can go...
Within.
To bring outside of yourself,
A comfort shown to shine without end.
You seem to be hiding inside too much.
And not enough of you,
Is believed or known.
Those assumptions you have held and chosen,
Know they must go.
Release them to go.
Relax!
First impressions,
Aren't always the best to leave.
Especially when some expect magic...
Unnatural miracles and a tap dance,
Done comfortably.
Assumptions you have held and chosen...
Know they must go.
Those assumptions you have held and chosen,
Know they must go.
Release them to go.
Relax!
Just be you.
You will be surprise by how enchanting,
The unseen you can be,
To dazzle others unexpectedly.
When ease appeases with a bit of tease.
Those assumptions you have held and chosen,
Know they must go.
Release them to go.
Assumptions you have held and chosen...
Know they must go.
Those assumptions you have held and chosen,
Know they must go.
Release them to go.
And relax.
Know ease appeases with a bit of tease.
Just be you,
To dazzle others unexpectedly.
Assumptions you have held and chosen...
Know they must go.
Those assumptions you have held and chosen,
Know they must go.
Release them to go.
And...
Relax.
Know ease appeases with a bit of tease.
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A Maidens Prayer
I was naïve I trusted you,
just as you always meant me to.
You were convincing when you lied
but when your lust was satisfied.
You wanted nothing more to do
with me. You said that we were through…
I hope your conscience bothers you
I really think it ought to do.
One day you’ll get your fingers burned.
Your chosen victim will have learned
To take her vengeance out on you
for something that you did not do.
Some lying lover just like you
deceived her, broke her heart in two.
Then merrily went on his way.
There always comes a reckoning day.
I only hope I’m there to see
you pay for what you did to me.
18-Dec-08
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Old Artefacts Reveal New Facts
This used to be a dwelling place
For members of the human race
Two thousand years or so ago.
The passing years have changed it though.
Today the archeologists
Seek to penetrate the mists.
There’s very little they can see
Which will support their theory.
The evidence lies underground
Buried; waiting to be found
By those equipped to recognise
a broken pot can be a prize.
Which might well prove they were correct
If they can find as they expect
Sufficient evidence to show
that humans dwelt here long ago.
If they are luck they will find
Amongst detritus left behind
Artefacts discarded by
The folks who used to occupy.
The houses that there used to be
Which formed a small community.
They are completely confident
.This was a stone age settlement.
The tools they found all made of stone
Except for needles made of bone.
No signs of metal to be found
Their reasoning seems to be sound.
I think that they have proved their case.
And added to their knowledge base.
I watch the time team on TV
And I am privileged to see.
The work of experts in the field
as they persuade the earth yield
the evidence for which they seek.
Each site they work on is unique.
Each find adds something to the store
Sometimes they find a great deal more.
Than what they can expect to find
They have to keep an open mind.
Sometimes great treasures can be found
Long buried in a funeral mound.
But mostly much more mundane things
a coin or two, brooches and rings.
Each find recorded carefully
Examined scientifically
The use of modern technology
can date the finds more accurately.
Than what they could do in the past
Some times the findings overcast.
Theories long held to be true
replacing them with something new.
I find the programme satisfies
My avid curiosity.
When can watch before my eyes
unfolding of a mystery.
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C-ya!
Do you think for one moment,
I would stay to tolerate your mess?
Did you think my patience would last forever?
And I would let you test me without protest.
Did you think my understanding,
Was boundless for you to disrespect?
Do you really believe I was foolish enough,
To let you walk over me,
With an emphasis placed on every step?
You have chosen this way to relate.
I have chosen to exercise my own fate.
To listen and learn and know when to escape.
And you I have chosen to witness...
This exit from you that I make.
Now!
You have used up all my 'see-you-laters'...
For an exit I have chosen to do right now!
C-ya!
For you there are no 'laters' left!
They are gone.
Just as if you did not exist.
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Beyond Price For M lady Catrina
I find delight in simple things.
I do not yearn for luxuries,
A tiny gift lends my heart wings
Because he’s chosen it for me
We are not rich but have enough
to pay for our necessities.
I do not need expensive stuff.
A token’s always sure to please
He is my man and does his best
To ensure he fulfils my needs
Though other folks are not impressed.
I have no doubt that he succeeds.
What others think irrelevant
He is my man and I’m content.
9-Mar-09
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Superhero Of The Computer Rage
I'm the past
Future
I've been chosen
You think it's over
But I'm ready to go
I am what you fear
I've been chosen
The world as you know it just died
It's the end of all time
I am a surprise
Even to myself I'm a genius
Superhero of the computer rage
In plastic I'll bury
I am what you fear
I've been chosen
The world as you know it just died
It's the end of all time
everything you say is denied
I'll be the devil on this ride
Dark clouds in your heaven
Your end has only begun
You can scream but the re's no rescue
I promise I'll make sure you die in time
I am the maggot
in your infected life
No matter how hard you try
I'll leave without a scar
i am a legend
In your infotainment life
It's whan I say "It's over"
It's you who's been chosen
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Then I WILL know the reason why.
I know for sure that I know less
than what I used to think I knew.
I find it easy to confess..
When I was young I knew it all
Experience taught me otherwise
That pride must go before a fall..
The few things which I know are true.
I still recheck them frequently.
It’s something that I have to do.
For change occurs and alters things
and often truth is flexible.
It has been known to topple kings.
I’m not a king I’m just a man
A simple man who knows his place
And tries to do the best he can.
I can say with honesty
Although I am prepared to learn
Who can I find who will teach me...
Some one who knows much more than me.
Somebody who is qualified.
I never will quite probably.
I’ll have to wait until I die
Before I’m privy to the truth
Then I will know the reason why.
Tuesday,26 October 2010
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Fantasy or Fact? for friend C.P Sharma
I am not dead nor do I live.
I hover somewhere in between
No explanation I can give
will prove to be sufficient to.
Describe exactly how I feel.
I long to stay but want to go.
To who or what do I appeal?
I am confused I do not know.
When I return to consciousness
and find I am myself again.
Gone is the sense of timelessness.
I am content and free from pain.
I knew deaths door was open wide
but knew my family needed me.
I did not choose to step inside.
It could have been a fantasy.
I’m sure some few will understand
but only those who have been there.
Most will dismiss it out of hand.
Though not because they do not care.
They simply cannot comprehend
they lack the sensitivity.
To know that death can be a friend
who is prepared to set you free.
But in the end the choice is yours.
It is your life you must decide
which would be the better course.
To just give up or to abide.
I don’t remember which I chose
but obviously I am still here.
I must have chosen I suppose.
But on that point I am not clear.
I can remember vividly
The doctors crowding round my bed
Whilst I was floating happily
and watching from above their heads..
Fantasy or reality
I do not know but I am sure
That it has wrought a change in me
that’s permanent and will endure.
No longer will I fear to die.
I know that death is not the end.
I am quite sure but know not why.
My enemy is now my friend.
I know that death will set me free
When my time comes then I will go
Released from my earthly body.
Towards a future I can’t know.
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Paid in full for friend Leslie
Like a feathered arrow flying.
Straight and true but silently
Speeds the message of your dying
a missile you won’t hear or see.
When you chose to slay my tribesmen.
Slaughter squaws and little children
striking in the dead of night.
My people had no chance to fight.
You thought no one had survived
unaware one warrior lived.
From my totem seeking guidance
I chose to meditate by chance.
In the forest secretly
I kept my vigil faithfully.
Alerted by he dying cries
of people dying by surprise.
Cut down by killers as they slept.
I had no choice but to accept.
My totem had protected me
because my totem could foresee.
The secret plans of wicked men
Who had killed and would again.
Great Manitou had chosen me
to hunt them down relentlessly
Their punishment my sole intent
I knew I would not rest content.
Until the last of them had died
My spirit wails unsatisfied..
when the last of them has paid
the price for the part he played.
in murdering my family.
My quest will end successfully
When my arrow pierces you
a punishment long overdue.
I will give praise to Manitou
as any warrior ought to do.
20/04/2009
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Dragons Teeth.
We know: We’ve seen it all before.
Devastation, desolation
the aftermath of modern war.
Although it shocks us to the core
It recalls to our attention.
We know: we’ve seen it all before.
We have chosen to ignore
Lack of valid information
The aftermath of modern war
To us it’s just another chore
needing little explanation.
We know: We’ve seen it all before
There is no way we can
restore any kind of cultivation.
The after math of modern war.
Still danger lies for evermore
unexploded ammunition.
The aftermath of modern war.
We know: We’ve seen it all before.
Sunday,28 November 2010
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History In The Making
The time has come to change the rules.
The powers that be think we are fools
Though they will find to their dismay.
It isn’t true and they will pay
The penalties long overdue.
The people have the power to
demand and to enforce.
A change to the existing laws.
Which seem to be designed to
Benefit only the rich few
Who think they are above the law
They see themselves as superior..
The peoples will is paramount
and we will call you to account.
Exposing your dishonesty
Publically for all to see.
The boot is on the other foot.
We will divest you of your loot.
Ill gotten gains you have amassed.
Your unfair rule will be overcast.
Look round the world and you will see
A demand for democracy.
The people’s voice must be obeyed
The peoples will can’t be gainsaid.
The fat cats and the bankers must
Recognise they have to adjust.
The way they think and how they act.
Accept as an established fact.
The winds of change have reached gale force.
The time has come for a change of course.
You’ve had your own way far too long
It’s time to sing a different song.
The once silent majority.
Have spoken with authority.
You can’t ignore the peoples will
But if you try you will foot the bill.
Rebellion is in the air.
With people rising everywhere.
You can’t afford to make mistakes
A single spark is all it takes.
Thursday,27 October 2011
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Flexible And Suitable
Your platform!
The one who have chosen to stand on,
With your advocating of issues.
What is the core and basis of its foundation?
'Mostly a thick and sturdy sheet of plexiglass.
Supported strategically,
By a few quick removing cinder blocks.'
And the people whom you wish to leave,
Approve your ability to take and shift...
Your priorities as you please?
'My priorities are as safely placed,
As the plexiglass we have tested for defections.
Making my platform both flexible and suitable,
To represent my beliefs.
And dare I do anyone raise an eyebrow,
To the new flag I will introduce to incorporate the seriousness...
Of my campaign.'
A new flag?
To represent what?
'The firm beliefs I have in morals and family values.
And I have chosen Mickey and Minnie Mouse,
Who are overdue for this prestigeous honor...
To be lifted with their images held high! '
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Aiding and Abetting
The right to live, the right to die
It’s my responsibility.
It is my choice or it should be
When life has lost all quality
I am in constant agony
There’s nothing else in life for me
What right have you to prevent me?
from dying with some dignity.
Why do you think I should endure
the agonies that death would cure.
The choice is mine and mine alone
and I have made my wishes known
Who gave you the right to say me nay.
To bid me that I have to stay
Are you prepared to take my place
and face the future that I face.
You have the right to your own view
but you are not entitled to.
Dictate to me what I should do.
Its long past time for a review.
Clarification of the law.
What the law is and what it’s for.
If I should choose the date and time
Of my demise is that a crime.
And if it’s not, assisting me.
Becoming an accessory.
Should not incur a penalty
but seems to do incredibly.
If suicide is not a crime
and is not apparently.
How can you justify the time.
Punishing those who have helped me..
31/07/2009
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Romney & Obama Debate Poem = 2012
ROMNEY = 2012
If any single question can be said to rule the day
And dominate the 2012 presidential campaign,
It is whether the conservative policies by Mitt Romney
Would benefit or hurt all who suffer and complain.
Our country is at war with financial collapse and moral ruin
With multitudes out of work and consumed by justifiable fear.
Every day the news gets more doubtful and hopeless
As the righteous pray for all they love and hold dear.
We need a president that can inspire and motivate
The hearts and souls of Americans and their concern.
All through history we suffer from misjudgment and mistakes
As we pray and meditate we transform, advance and learn.
THE PRESIDENCY
Those who wish to be President
Must practice what they teach.
For their people need inspiring
To believe what they preach.
Take heed therefore, unto yourselves
You overseers of the flock
Or the voters shall cast you out
For your futures are not of rock.
Life may place you in deep waters
Though it doesn't wish you to drown.
It's your past record that lets us know
Who you are as you smile or frown.
If you wish to be remembered
From the truth you must never part.
Power corrupts the best of us
When we stop listening to our heart.
DEPRESSION = 2012
The clean-up of the housing crash and bust
Is by no means over or recovering yet.
Painfully we suffer the misjudgments of men
Greedy for profit and free from regret.
Far too many are out of work and looking for jobs
More than any time since the Great Depression of the past.
Food and fuel cost more every day that we live
As the futures of America and the World are cast.
A true measure of change is our only hope
We must turn to prayer seeking God's answers to renew.
Honesty, humor, faith and integrity
Are all we need to practice and pursue.
Life has always been Heaven's test of resolve
To teach us we are never in total control.
It is God who decides the outcomes of sin
As the consequences of unfaithfulness take their toll.