Abnormality
Abormality?
I suffer from a strange disease.
A most peculiar malady,
I do exactly as I please
I do not seek a remedy
I’m growing old disgracefully
it’s much more fun than being staid.
Revel in eccentricity.
I’ve no reason to be afraid
of what some people think of me.
All of the people I respect
accept a certain levity.
As for the rest I don’t expect
that they would dare not to conform
to what they perceive as the norm.
14-May-08
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I am my own man for Jt Ellison
They say I’m mad but I don’t care
It’s merely eccentricity
If I was poor I would be mad
but I am not which makes me glad
I have my own psychiatrist
He thinks he knows much more than me.
He has delusions which persist
Which I encourage quietly.
So he advances theories
meant to explain what makes me tick.
Tries to diagnose some disease.
He cannot see I am not sick.
I did not choose to be a clone
accept opinions tailor made
He is a fool he should have known
That I would see through his charade.
I am not mad just different.
Simply because I choose to be
I go my own way quite content
Proud of my eccentricity.
12-Oct-08
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The only Way to go.
Some choose to grow old quietly
but others take a different view.
They chose to live disgracefully.
Why should you give up having fun.
Because you’ve reached a certain age.
There are still things you haven’t done.
You want to do before you die
Though your time may be limited.
You see no reason not to try
To make your madcap dreams come true.
Why should you sit and vegetate
as other folks expect you to.
You are the captain of your fate.
So you can do what you want to.
Tomorrow may be far too late.
So do it now immediately.
Regardless of the consequence.
What does it matter anyway?
Society may not agree.
You have the right to your own view
Choose to act disgracefully.
You’ll find that life is much more fun
than sitting watching the T.V.
Show the world you’re still someone
Seize every opportunity
that life’s prepared to offer you.
To shock your neighbours thoroughly.
They choose to sit and wait to die.
You choose to do the opposite.
You won’t surrender easily/
But fight until your final breath
because it is your nature to
Although you know you can’t beat death.
You know that one day you must die
but until then you choose to live
Just as you wish disgracefully.
01/09/09
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Unfulfilled expectations
.
Three score years and ten: They say
is the life span of a man.
Though it’s no longer true today.
People have realised they can.
Defy the dire predictions
and need not die obediently.
To suit the statisticians.
I‘m fast approaching ninety three.
And still live independently.
Growing disgracefully
content to act rebelliously.
Although the statisticians all agree
I should have died long years ago.
Which proves how little that they know
28/04/2009
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I Will Not! !
I see no reason to conform
to what’s accepted as the norm.
It’s not mere eccentricity
I see the world quite differently.
I have a brain and I can choose
what to accept what to refuse
I am prepared to listen to
other peoples point of view.
The average man does not exist
despite what experts may insist.
Each one of us is quite unique
.Remember this before you seek
to conform to the common view
There can be only one of YOU.
15-Jan-08
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A pinch of Salt
A title does not signify
you are in fact a gentleman.
Aristocrats can cheat and lie
as readily as any man.
alleged degrees don’t guarantee
that you possess intelligence
They can be purchased easily
by those who lack the common sense
To know that titles and degrees
although intended to impress.
Are counterfeit as currencies
which are in fact quite valueless.
You can’t expect to get respect
because you a titled man.
I see no reason to accept
your claim to be a gentleman.
Some people are fooled easily.
Accept your claims at face value
but some are wise enough to see
that what you claim may not be true.
A scholar and a gentleman
is not too hard to recognise.
I’m’ sure you will find that you can.
If you just use your ears and eyes.
Do not be fooled by their pretence.
The claims they cannot verify
Rely upon your common sense
The inner voice you can’t deny.
Why should you show them your respect.
They show but small respect for you.
Its wiser to be circumspect
until they prove their claims are true.
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Who are you Really? for nellas Elendil
There are questions which we must ask
and answers we must try to find
Sometimes it seems a thankless task.
We all have masks we hide behind.
Although I think that I know you.
I only know what you will show.
I must confess I’m guilty too
some things I will not let you know.
Our public personality
is tailored so that we conform.
Far from the true reality
which is quite different from the norm.
Why are we so afraid to be
ourselves in any circumstance.
I’m too afraid to let you see
just who I am. Daren’t take the chance.
I wearmy mask as you wear yours
whilst wondering what lies behind.
Small talk and social intercourse
we both engage in whilst still blind.
Suspicion guides our every move.
We are afraid we may not be
the kind of person you could love
and so we suffer needlessly.
Remove your mask and I will too
Deal with each other openly
theres nothing else that we can do
which will prove satisfactory.
14-May-08
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100% Fatal
I suffer from a malady.
which is slowly killing me.
There’s no known cause nor any cure.
Its something which I must endure.
A disease universally
accepted reluctantly
As affecting every race
A truth that everyone must face.
We’re born to live a while than die.
Its only when the end draws nigh.
That we review the life we’ve led,
what we could have done instead.
If we had known what we now know.
When we were young so long ago.
Would we have done things differently?
We cannot say with certainty.
Our lives are ruled by circumstance.
We roll the dice and take our chance.
Sometimes we win, sometimes we lose
complaining is of little use.
We can’t opt out refuse to play
the game continues anyway.
Why are we born only to die.
There has to be a reason why.
A part of some great master plan
too complex for the mind of man
to grasp in it’s entirety.
Embracing all impartially.
Wednesday,18 November 2009
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I am that I am for C.P.Sharma
I speak to those who choose to hear
To those who choose to see, appear
If you believe you will perceive
if you accept you will receive.
The blessings that I offer you
and in return I ask you to.
Attempt to love your fellow man.
It is not easy but you can
What does it matter black or white
all men are equal in my sight.
You have free will and you must choose
to listen to me or refuse
Be still and let the silence speak.
I am that for which all men seek
23-Dec-08
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I refuse to be a clone.
From birth to death it seems to me.
That we are never truly free.
To be what we would like to be.
We are expected to conform
to what’s accepted as the norm.
Dictated by society.
WE go to school where we are taught.
To memorise the things we ought.
But no one spares a single thought.
About what we would like to be.
They do not care apparently.
We can’t escape too firmly caught.
Though some of us a very few.
Rebel and we refuse to do
What the system wants us to.
But most accept the status quo.
Because they aren’t allowed to know.
That they are entitled to pursue.
Their cherished dreams in their own way
and no one has the right to say.
That they cannot but they will pay.
The price for their rebellion
against the states opinion.
But some. still do it anyway.
I’m happy to defy the state
and take control of my own fate.
Because I don’t appreciate
being told I must obey
When I can see a better way
than that dictated by the state.
Sunday,09 January 2011
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Insanity Rules
Slip loose the moorings of your mind.
Freely embrace insanity
it’s freedom of a different kind
from mere eccentricity.
Once you have been certified
they don’t expect normality
You basic needs will be supplied
accommodation is rent free.
No need to rise unless you choose.
You have no need to earn your keep.
No knotty problems to confuse
your mind, which might disturb your sleep..
So why not choose to be insane.
You will lose less than you can gain.
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Time to go for M 'lady ERnestine
The winters sun whilst sinking low.
Cast strange blue shadows on the snow
when filtered through the leafless trees.
Like symptoms of some strange disease.
Which marred and blotched the virgin white
as with a growing appetite.
The shadows merged and grew into
vast areas of darker blue.
The day was drawing to its close
and night was falling. I suppose
the shadows and the night will blend
and this will signify the end
of yet another winters day.
It’s time to take my homeward way.
9-Dec-08
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Flying Blind
You must conform or when you die
you may not enter paradise
I won’t conform I’ll tell you why.
I don’t believe the blatant lies
of priests who claim to speak for God.
Each claim their way’s the only way.
In fact I find it very odd
that they believe or so they say.
In tolerance and charity
which all of them profess to teach
To me it is hypocrisy
not to practice that which you preach
But sadly there some who will
although they are forbidden to.
Set out determinedly to kill
all those who hold a different view.
I do not claim to speak for god
nor do I claim to speak for you.
Though you may find my beliefs odd
in my view you’re entitled to.
I will not try to convert you
or force you to accept my view
Because my friend I’m flying blind
like every last one of you.
16-Jul-08
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Equal rights
Why should I love my enemy?
My enemy does not love me
Why should I turn the other cheek?
and give him cause to think I’m weak.
I show my enemy respect
but let him know that I expect
from him similar courtesy.
He can and will expect from me.
If he is wise he understands
I will not bow to his commands.
I am quite sure I have the right
To fight if I am forced to fight.
I can accept you don’t like me
And I dislike you equally
You have the right to your own view
You must remember I do too.
It’s possible to disagree
And yet not be an enemy.
I think we have the right to choose
If we so wish opposing views.
I do not choose my enemies
I would much rather we were friends
I think my enemies choose me
My rights I will fight to defend.
7-Nov-08
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A simple man.
I am not a Christian
Nor a Muslim or a Jew
I am just a simple man.
Who has a different point of view.
I can't believe the fairy tales.
Which I was taught in my youth.
Because the evidence fails
to convince me of their truth.
I am prepared to listen to.
What you believe with due respect.
But I expect respect from you.
Though you're entitled to reject.
What I believe as being false.
A matter of selection
I dance a jig you choose to waltz.
A different dance for everyone.
Sunday,12 February 2012
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Que Sera, Sera for M lady Ann Beard
Sometimes I see beyond the veil
As through a frosted window pane.
I try my best to no avail.
The vision fades, won’t come again.
I can’t control it purposively
that is beyond my meagre skill.
Although I see what is to be.
I cannot choose to see at will.
Sometimes I know but dare not say.
Someone is facing tragedy,
I hold my tongues as is my way.
Although I suffer silently.
I cannot alter Fate’s decree.
That which I see must come to be.
14-May-08
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Ragbag Mind.
Sometimes I think I’m ignorant
at other times I know I’m not.
Though you may think I’m arrogant
I really do know quite a lot
A mass of trivialities
my mind has safely stored away
Odd peculiarities.
Exactly why I cannot say.
Just odds and sods of little use
in the hum drum of everyday.
I don’t know why mind should choose
what it will lose or what must stay.
I think that eccentricity
must be my speciality.
Monday,25 January 2010
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Remembrance Day
Remembrance Day.
Poulters Measure
This day when we recall; the fighting men who fall
We stand erect, heads bowed in silence to show our respect.
For men who died for freedoms cause; who gave their all
Who made the supreme sacrifice, dying to protect.
The right of all men to be free: Answered the call.
But we forget although we demonstrate our deep respect.
The lessons taught by history. Ignored by all
Soldiers on either side die to no effect.
Now though we stand in silent respect to recall
The men who fell.I can see no reason to expect
that things will change sufficiently, if at all
I fear the future looks to be a grim prospect.
This day set aside to remember all the men who fall.
with due respect; but sadly say that I suspect
Remembrance Day makes no difference at all.
Sunday,06 November 2001
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Vanity
The lady wept hot bitter tears
but could not stay the passing years
She tried to hide the evidence
and willingly spared no expense.
She bought the latest creams and pills
and lotions guaranteed to please
But none of them could cure her ills
Because old age is not disease.
Her older sister wiser far
although she was particular
about hygiene and cleanliness.
Also the way she chose to dress.
Was not afraid of getting old
nor of the tales her wrinkles told.
She said she’d earned them honestly,
displaying them triumphantly.
Old age is not an enemy
you can accept it gracefully.
Or waste your money foolishly
pursuing dreams that cannot be.
24-Jun-08
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Why do you hesitate.
He had one eye, one arm, one leg
a landmine had removed the rest
he does not whinge or whine or beg.
His attitude is best expressed.
I’m still a man and I can do
almost as much as any guy.
A little slower that is true
but I can see no reason why.
You feel you have to pity me
I would much rather earn respect
Though not the man I used to be
I can do more than you expect.
Give me chance and I’ll show you
I still have skills which I can use
to do as well as others do.
Why hesitate what can you lose?
I draw the pension I am due
but need to boost my self esteem.
Prove to the world that I can do
much more than sit at home and dream.
Give me the opportunity
to demonstrate what I can do.
Ignore my disability
if I can do it so can you.
Just set your prejudice aside
and treat me as a normal guy
Give me a chance and then decide
to keep me on or say goodbye..
Why do employers constantly
turn down disabled veterans.
Are they so blind they cannot see
that veterans deserve a chance.
25-Apr-08
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Break Loose
I’m growing old disgracefully.
It is not eccentricity
but a decision I have made,
Though rules are meant to be obeyed
.
The time has come to be just me
and not the me you’d have me be.
Although perhaps you’ll fume and fuss
I do not give a tinkers cuss.
No keeping up appearances.
Seeking official clearances
to the things I want to do.
If you don’t like it you can sue.
No three piece suit and tie for me
I aim for comfort casually.
There’s no one who I need impress.
Removes the need to power dress.
What you see is what you get
I am quite real so don’t forget.
No man can say he is my boss
I cannot say I feel the loss.
Retired now completely free
to be the man I want to be..
I have no need to chase success
I never did I must confess.
I lived my life as I thought best.
I think I earned the right to rest.
I find that rest’s eluding me
and I have little time that’s free
It’s rather strange but now I find
I left the world of work behind.
I’m busier than I was before
I find that I am doing more.
More than I ever did at work
although I was not one to shirk.
Perhaps because I can refuse
to do the things of little use.
Which used to be required of me
by people in authority
of little use to anyone.
Not now those days are long gone
I’ve cast aside my public face.
The mask I used to keep in place.
So I can act disgracefully
and let whole world see it’s me.
So growing old disgracefully
Is much more fun than quietly
Just taking to my easy chair
and let the world forget I’m there.
There’s more to life than the TV
I want to live outrageously.
Its my intent to break the rules.
which rule the life of the poor fools.
Who think at sixty life is done.
Retirement is the time for fun.
I find I can enjoy each day
in doing things in my own way.
Take my advice and don’t think twice
retirement is very nice.
Cast off responsibility
grow old disgracefully like me.
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