Blinded by Bias.
.
Most scientists hypothesise.
Then try to prove their theories
Dame nature cuts them down to size.
Producing further mysteries.
Results they cannot replicate
although they try their very best
It seems they don’t appreciate.
There is no scientific test.
Which proves or disproves E.S.P.
They disregard the evidence
that conflicts with their theory.
They conclude it makes no sense.
Because their methodology
lacks any credibility.
Sunday,30 January 2011
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Mutual respect for friend Chandra.
Does God exist or does he not.
We cannot prove it either way.
Though arguments wax strong and hot.
What does it matter anyway.
If you have faith and you believe
Perhaps that makes it true for you
If I lack faith and can’t perceive
things in the same way that you do.
That does not mean that you are right
nor does it mean that I am wrong.
Although our views are opposite
It’s possible to get along.
We can agree to disagree.
There’s no need for disharmony.
Sunday,24 January 2010
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Case Hardened for Joe Poewhit
A macho man must strut his stuff.
Because he lacks the sense to see
That any man who’s man enough
Can let his feelings show freely
Secure in his identity
He does not care what other say
about his masculinity.
He chooses to go his own way.
But macho men feel they must hide
behind a shield of bravado
But deep inside they’re terrified
that other people get to know.
Their attitude is self defence
their bravado is all pretence
Sunday,17 January 2010
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Before the beginning
Why does the human race exist?
Unanswered questions will persist.
Philosophers and scientists
All try to penetrate the mists.
It seems as if each answer found,
leads to a question more profound.
It often seems the evidence
flies in the face of common sense.
Some premises I accept as true
may seem quite different to you.
The things we know or think we know.
Frequently prove to be not so.
It all depends how we perceive
the so called facts which we believe.
Is there a God it would seem so.
I can believe but do not know.
We cannot prove it either way
and so unanswered questions stay.
Unanswered now as they have done
since mans history was begun.
Although we ask we get no reply
Is God still there or did he die?
16/04/2009
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Self Opinion
At dawn, the rising of the sun
alerts the cockerel to crow.
Although in his opinion
The cock doth cause the sun to glow.
And there are many little men.
Who like the cockerel will crow
to prove their worth again, again.
I wonder was it always so.
I feel no need to brag and boast.
I am content to simply be.
My own opinion uppermost
Lacks not for credibility.
At least not in my own eyes
though others may think otherwise.
04/07/2009
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Watch and Pray.
A baby who was born too soon.
Is struggling bravely to survive
Perhaps the Gods will grant the boon
we ask and let this tiny baby live.
For now we watch with bated breath
for any sign of progress made
with our support to fend off death.
We hope and pray she makes the grade.
We can but wait and hope and pray
There's nothing else that we can do.
Nature has the final say
She can make our dreams come true.
Nature can correct mistakes
Total faith is all it takes.
Sunday,31 January 2010
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Absolute proof.
Absolute proof
Blood, sweat and tears don’t disappear
But always leave some trace behind.
Forensic science makes it clear
there’s always something we can find
A fibre here or just a hair.
A finger print that you have missed.
All tend to prove that you were there.
The smallest clue can still persist.
You’re sure; you’ll get away Scott free
The evidence says otherwise.
It will prove quite definitely.
Your alibi’s a pack of lies.
The final proof your DNA.
Will prove to you crime does not pay.
Wednesday,22 September 2010
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Denial for M'Lady Ann Beard
Why do we choose to rationalise
odd happenings we can’t explain.
The evidence of our own eyes
we all deny time and again.
I think it highly probable because
we do not understand.
Believing it impossible
we just dismiss it out of hand.
We do not really want to know
so we discount the evidence.
Which shows or merely tends to show
some humans have an extra sense.
So we pretend in self defence
that ESP is sheer nonsense..
27-Feb-09
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Slash and Burn
Devastation, desolation
uncontrolled deforestation.
A policy of slash and burn.
What men destroy cannot return.
What man despoils he can’t replace.
Though where he’s been he leaves a trace
Vast tracts of semi desert ground
where very little life is found.
Undoes the work of centuries
Creates a wound that will not heal
When he cuts down the forest trees
There is no way he can appeal
Dame nature has the final say
he has sinned and he must pay.
9-Aug-08
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Boundless curiosity for friend Thad.
The world is full of mysteries.
Colossal buildings left behind
by earlier societies.
Their purposes still ill defined
Although the archaeologists
advance their favourite theories.
The mysteries will long persist.
Their different hypotheses.
Cannot be proven any way.
They’re based on their experience
Of living in the world to day.
A different frame of reference.
Which cannot possibly apply
They saw the world quite differently.
I do not think we can deny
We’re blinkered in the way we see.
The evidence which we can find,
We can’t interpret properly
The artefacts they left behind
Their uses are a mystery.
Though we attempt to classify
we can’t be sure we are correct.
These relics from past history
aren’t always what we would expect.
Temples and Tombs or Palaces
The truth is that we do not know
Secular or sacred places.
There is no evidence to show.
That we can state with confidence
confirms our modern theories.
We have no point of reference
With which everyone agrees.
The arguments rage to and fro
As experts wrangle bitterly
They daren’t admit they do not know.
Although they don’t quite obviously.
At best an educated guess
Must be the best we can expect.
From experts trying to impress
The other experts I suspect.
It seems to me improbable
That we will solve these mysteries
Our mind sets aren’t comparable
as different as chalk and cheese.
But still we are compelled to try
because these monuments exist.
Our boundless curiosity
will not allow us to desist.
Saturday,24 April 2010
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Healing Hand for M lady Ernestine
I don’t conduct experiments
to prove established precedents
I try to keep an open mind
to things by science undefined.
I do accept telepathy
and other forms of ESP.
I see no reason to deny
Some may have this ability
Some heal by laying on of hand
a process no one understands
But one that works obviously.
The evidence is plain to see.
To see someone become pain free
when they have been in agony.
Though all the doctors are quite sure
that healers can’t provide a cure.
The patients know that healers do
that’s why the will not listen to
The scientists who cant believe
the cures that healers can achieve.
Sometimes alternate therapies
do work much more efficiently.
Than what the doctors offer you
Both you and I know this true
23-Dec-08
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Silent Eloquence for M lady Dee Daffodil
They say dead men do not tell tales.
This once was true but not today
Forensic science rarely fails.
Technology has shown the way.
We re-examine evidence
long thought to be of little use.
Our scrutiny is so intense,
that criminals are bound to lose.
Although they think they’re free and clear.
No one can tie them to their crime,
we’re dogged and we persevere.
We do not rush, we take our time.
Some criminals who still walk free
will soon discover that we can
prove their guilt indisputably.
In variably we get our man.
We have the latest gadgetry
we can recover D.N.A
from tiny fragments easily.
Eventually then you will pay.
The full price for your evil deed
although you think you’ve got away.
We will persist til we succeed.
We’re on your track and there we’ll stay.
We’ll forge a chain of evidence
that proves your guilt beyond all doubt
Then you will pay for your offence.
As in due course you will find out.
When you are brought before the court
No doubt you will plead not guilty.
You aren’t as clever as you thought.
You thought you’d got away Scott free.
Although Dame Justice may be blind.
She is prepared to listen to
any evidence we can find.
That pins the blame squarely on you..
Dead men can speak eloquently
and do when we investigate
assisted by technology
You can’t escape it is too late.
23-Jan-09
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Infidels prayer.
It seems from mankind’s history,
that there is and will always be.
Some new compelling reason why.
Men are prepared to fight and die
in pursuit of some abstract cause.
They think they have the right to force
on other men who disagree
and will resist them violently.
Religions come, religions go
and every new one claims to know.
Much better than the ones before
and is prepared to go to war.
On anyone who disagrees.
God save me form religion please.
Sunday,31 January 2010
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Fuzzy Logic.
Between the worlds the boundary.
Sometimes grows thin and disappear.
Fantasy and reality
Which is which no longer clear.
Imagination can supply
Alternative scenarios
Where normal rules do not apply
But are they real? nobody knows
It may well be that it is so
I can accept a different view
I do not really want to know
whether or not that it is true
I can believe quite easily
there is no definite boundary.
Sunday,17 January 2010
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It's not unusual.
She smiles at him seductively
And he reacts instinctively.
Mother Nature still employs.
Her oldest most successful ploys.
Ensuring that the race survives
By any means that she contrives.
Hormones raging in their veins.
Make certain that she wins again.
Though neither of them understand
They still obey nature’s commands.
Because they have been programmed to
And there is nothing they can do.
But carry out Dame Natures plan.
It has been so since time began.
Her winsome smile invites him to
Do what he’s supposed to do.
Mother Nature makes the rules.
Hormones are her favourite tools
A tried and tested formula
Which hasn’t let her down so far.
Wednesday,01 February 2012
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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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Self justification.
It’s not so easy to forget.
The things we did which we regret
Though if we try we may succeed
in justifying every deed.
Convince ourselves we had no choice
Ignore the inner nagging voice.
Which reminds us constantly.
We did what we did willingly.
We know when we indulged our lust
that we betrayed another’s trust.
We did not see it as a crime
and we enjoyed it at the time.
Although in time we realise
that our excuses are all lies.
Friday,21 January 2011
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Onward Ever Onward.
I must pursue my endless quest.
My destination is unknown
Although the path is overgrown
I have no choice I must go on.
I’m not allowed to stop and rest
I have to journey on alone.
I have no choice I must go on
although the path is overgrown.
It’s up to me to do my best
until my journeying is done.
Although the path is overgrown
I have no choice I must go on..
Perhaps in time I’ll pass the test
Show I could do it on my own.
I have no choice I must go on
Although the path is overgrown.
Each man must pursue his own quest
It’s something he must do alone.
Although the path is overgrown
There is no choice you must go on.
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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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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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Proof positive 2011
Proof positive 2011
This tree is where no tree should be.
It clings to life precariously.
From whence it cam nobody knows.
All that we know is that it grows.
Although it’s stunted gnarled and bent.
It has survived that’s evident.
Perchance it’s where it should not be.
It does not matter to the tree.
This is the only place it knows
and so it very slowly grows.
Defying rules conceived by men
It forces them to think again.
Although the experts all agree.
It’s an impossibility
The tree discounts the experts view
A seed took root and simply grew.
That’s all seeds know how to do.
Its mere existence proves it’s true.
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