Blinded by Pride for JT Ellison
Before recorded history.
Were men truly uncivilised?
or are we merely ill advised
and misinterpret what we see.
Some ancient monuments still stand.
Which we cannot explain today.
How were they built? No man can say.
Although we strive to understand.
Suggestive of technology
which is unknown to modern man.
We can’t explain it no one can.
There is no reason I can see.
There should not be technology
which we can’t duplicate today
Which somehow somewhere went astray
which brought them down eventually.
But modern man cannot accept.
That we too may have gone astray
and blunders blindly on his way,
As did the others I suspect.
Before the great catastrophe
reduced them back to primitives
Perhaps we do not want to see
a parallel with our lives.
Cursed by our curiosity
Mankind meddles where he should not.
Condemned to act impulsively
the lessons of the past forgot.
Perhaps in time mankind will learn
there are some things we may not know
or we will vanish in our turn.
And leave only ruins to show.
The heights to which we once aspired.
New races will investigate.
By remnants we have left inspired
and no doubt confidently state.
They are much wiser than we were
as we are inclined to boast today.
Each generation seems to prefer
to think theirs is the only way.
May be its true we’ve reached the peak
The highest point our race can reach
and that we have found what we seek.
I rather think events will teach.
That in due course this is not true
We too will vanish without trace.
and clear the way for something new
As early races had to do.
2-Oct-08
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Possibilty for J.T.Early
The universe appears to be
expanding outwards constantly
At speeds exceeding that of light.
Its origin a mystery.
But throughout mankind’s history
We have observed the stars at night.
Though early men with naked eye
recorded movements in the sky.
Which had the power to excite
their naïve curiosity
They were convinced that there must be.
Some reason why the stars shone bright.
But different men thought differently.
It seemed that there would never be
consensus as to who was right.
But now with new technology
We have gained the ability
To study stars far out of sight.
The use of radio telescopes
can raise and sometimes dash our hopes.
They are in use by day and night.
We still can’t solve the mystery,
are we alone or might there be
Races hidden from our sight.
In other distant galaxies
Too far away for us to see.
It seems entirely apposite.
That like the early men we try
to read the message in the sky.
Perhaps one day we’ll get it right.
Saturday,01 May 2010.
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Forbidden Knowledge For Dr H.Sheth
Driven by curiosity
the monkey mind of modern man.
Creates new technology
to find out everything he can.
Regardless of the consequence.
He has to know, he is obsessed.
Although rarely can he make sense
of things that catch his interest.
He has to try and satisfy
his raging curiosity.
The normal rules do not apply
to someone searching earnestly
for answers to the mysteries
Which have bedevilled humankind.
Throughout all mankind’s history.
The answers we will never find.
Some knowledge is forbidden us
Because we do not need to know
We’re immature and dangerous.
We must accept the Status Quo
Until we learn to think ahead
Consider probabilities
alternatives to use instead
within our capabilities.
We are spendthrift and profligate
Take what we want without remorse
Destroy much more than we create.
Greed is the creed which we endorse.
04/04/2009
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I have returned.
I have returned to carry out,
the task I had to leave undone.
You will soon that Jacks about.
I’m Jack the Rippers great grandson.
I was reborn to continue
my campaign started long ago.
Although you can’t believe it’s true.
That show how little that you know.
I’ll rid the streets of prostitutes
who try to lead good men astray
Reducing them to lustful beasts.
These women are my lawful prey.
To prove that I am really Jack.
I will leave my usual clue
at the site of each attack.
In the same way I used to do.
I’ll take some little souvenir
to add to my collection
A kidney or perhaps an ear
As I did in days long gone.
I will select them carefully
The women who I’ve come to kill.
I know police will hunt for me
which adds a little to the thrill.
I slew my first victim today.
In Whitechapel would you believe.
You can rely that what I say
is no more than I can achieve.
There is no doubt that fear will reign
amongst the ladies of the night
As I renew my old campaign.
I am still Jack I strike at night.
I am not just some copy cat
who seeks to emulate my deeds
You can be very sure of that.
This is a warning all should heed.
My name is Jack and I am back.
Despite modern technology
I will be just as hard to track.
If Lady Luck still favours me.
18/10/2009
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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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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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Zigzag Way
Stream is like zigzag way
Sometimes take you along with powerful flow
You try to get free and go away
But you can’t. Do so as it is time that matters,
Try to adjust and learn
Keep no attachment and concerns
Today may be your turn
Tomorrow may be for them a u turn...
No one remembers past deeds
Race is confined to minimum needs
If it is fulfilled today
People will definitely go away
It is not surprising or something new
We have failed to understand and serious view
It was this before and may remain so
Generation after generation may vanish or go
Nothing remains permanent in nature
One has to rise and another to wait for closure
Sun rise and sun set never alter
We need not search the reason and run after
Make it point and never question
Woes not to be told or mentioned
Face it calmly and boldly settle
Don’t try to follow examples of the cattle
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Hauptstrasse Heidelberg
I seem to see superimposed
upon today’s reality
An older world a fantasy
this high street as it used to be.
Pondering with eyes half closed.
I can imagine easily.
This old streets chequered history.
Today a lasting legacy.
Perhaps in truth I merely dozed
and only dreamt that I could see.
This cobbles street completely free.
From all modern technology.
A great deal different I suppose.
No mobile phones, no cameras
no bicycles, no motor cars.
Then in my mind a question rose.
Was there a possibility
my poet’s sensitivity.
Had actually enabled me.
To slip through times firmly closed door
and see vignettes from history.
A gift that fate had granted me
however undeservedly.
I do not know nor ever will.
It must remain a mystery
Just what I saw or did not see
Is etched deep in my memory.
I am compelled I must compose
A verse or two of poetry
Say how this street affected me
The how and why, eluding me
19/09/2009
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Spin Doctors for friend alex
In days of yore long, long before
the spoken word took written form.
The Bards, the guardians of the lore.
In Great Men’s halls they would perform.
Their epic tales from history
to entertain the listening host.
With tales of war and mystery
and heroes which their race could boast.
Each teller added something to,
adjusted what they had been told.
By teachers who had altered too
the ancient tales they had retold.
Each myth and legend seems to be
a twisted version of some tale.
Which was quite true originally
Our search for truth is doomed to fail.
There’s little evidence to find.
Although we can extrapolate
from different versions left behind.
These fragments we appreciate.
Contain some truth enwrapt in lies,
Driven by curiosity
embark upon an enterprise,
The ultimate futility.
Though we can guess, we cannot know.
Our theories could be correct
Events which happened long ago
change with each telling I suspect.
03/06/2009
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But some great records are are being made with today's technology and there are still great artists among us. Likewise there are artists today who are so reliant on modern technology, they wouldn't have emerged when recording was more organic.
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Dreamscape reality for Friend Thad
Some think Sci Fi is fantasy
which could become reality.
For it has proved so in the past
technology develops fast.
The far fetched tales of yesterday
are merely common place today.
Maybe in the next century
then men will travel easily.
To places we imagine now
although I cannot forecast how.
But until then we settle for
the time to dream and dream some more
of worlds we think that we create.
Who knows what wonder still await
what other treasures we may find
When we choose to leave behind
the world we know and simply go
into a heightened mental state
In which we can appreciate
That things aren’t always as they seem.
So just relax my friends and dream.
No matter how improbable.
Or how silly it may seem
Believing makes it possible.
17-Jul-08
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A Jaundiced view?
We fail because we never learn
the lessons that the past can teach.
The sound advice we choose to spurn
will place success beyond our reach
The question is what is success?
To have the latest gadgetry
Apparently the answers yes.
although they are not necessary.
Technology moves on apace.
Things soon become obsolete.
The greatest failing of our race
We are determined to compete.
Instead of working side by side
to benefit everyone.
The powers that be will still decide.
That they’ll be better on their own.
To show the rest they are the best.
Which fosters greed and selfishness.
What does it matter if the rest
are left to live in wretchedness..
Me first, me first the constant cry.
I do not care a toss for you
You cannot win if you don’t try
to stay ahead the way I do.
I will succeed at any price
and you will pay for my success.
I know that I will not think twice.
My only aim is to impress.
I choose to live in luxury
I see no reason I should not
Although you live in poverty
I will not share what I have got.
It’s human nature at its worst.
I see no signs that it will change.
Our creed has always been me first.
I do not find it to be strange.
But then I am a realist
I view the world cynically.
and not as an idealist
would like to see it be.
03/09/2009
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Eternal Guardians fr M lady Fiona
To you a thousand years would seem
as a mere moment passing by
The faintest echo of a dream
that would not even justify.
The opening of a watchful eye
nor yet the twitching of an ear
From guardian dragons who still lie
in peaceful sleep not far from here.
As they have done for centuries.
Until some danger threatens. Then
they will fulfil the prophecies.
Take to the skies to protect men.
Or so the ancient legends say.
Though disbelieved by modern men.
It may be true I cannot say
the dragons will not fly again.
The time will come when they must fly
emerging from their hiding place.
What the will modern man reply
to saviours of the human race.
25-Jan-09
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Long Forgotten for Friend David Threadgold
Who dares?
Disturb my peace
after so may years.
My sleep
was undisturbed.
Who is it dares to peep.
This grave
is mine alone.
It is all that I have.
To show
who I once was.
What do you seek to know?
My bones.
Are all that’s left
here beneath these stones.
Which mark
my resting place
Here in the quiet dark.
Begone
you have no right
in truth to look upon.
Remains
mouldering here
What do you hope to gain.
Leave me
in peace and go.
Your curiosity
Is no
concern of mine.
Why should you seek to know.
Why I
am buried here.
Dry bones will not reply.
My curse
will fall on you.
Things go from bad to worse.
Swiftly
flee from this place.
Where you’re not meant to be.
I lay
hidden from sight
for years until today.
Why do
you disturb me.
There is no reason to.
Leave me
to sleep in peace
here where I ought to be.
Alone
Contentedly
hidden away unknown
.14-Sep-08
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Clear the Stage
The world was; before mankind was born
and will be when the last mans gone
There will be no left to mourn.
Who will replace us still unknown
It seems that since the world began
Dame Nature tries experiments
the latest of which seems to be man
She has established precedents.
At one time reptiles ruled the earth.
at last ashamed of what she’d wrought.
Great behemoths of giant girth
She wiped them out without a thought.
She cleared the way to try again
With creatures more intelligent
the reptile’s loss the mammals gain.
This seemed to her to represent.
A forward leap towards her goal.
Although she waited patiently
She was convinced that on the whole
too little progress she could see.
She thought maybe that the monkeys
With just a little tinkering
could be persuaded from the trees
The monkeys proved to be willing.
Monkeys evolved slowly into men
and not quite as she meant they should...
Her well laid plans had failed again
At last Dame Nature understood.
Mankind was too belligerent.
Determined to go his own sweet way.
A little too intelligent
he saw no reason to obey.
the rules Dame Nature had laid down
Rebelled against them constantly.
Convinced that he should wear the crown
Until at last reluctantly.
She thought it time to call a halt.
Another failed experiment
some inbred genetic fault.
Rendered them obsolescent.
The human race had reached their peak
and stubbornly refused to change.
Considering themselves unique.
The time had come to re arrange.
the way they thought and urgently.
They’d had their chance but lost their way
Nature reacted ruthlessly
That’s why there are no men today.
The world is peaceful once again
Without the constant battling
between opposing bands of men.
There is no sabre rattling.
I have no doubt she’ll try again
Perhaps next time she’ll get it right
with some new race replacing men
Without the warlike appetite.
The world was before mankind was born
and will be when the last man has gone
their wilfulness not to be borne.
the fault was theirs and theirs alone.
Dame nature warned them frequently
Her warnings they chose to ignore
So full of pride they could not see
That it was time to pay the score.
Extinction is the penalty
which failed experiments must pay.
This is the harsh reality
The race of man has had its day.
28-Jan-09
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The Golden age which never was.
Trebizond the fabled city.
Where everything was fair and just.
Lost to mankind, more’s the pity
Torn apart by greed and lust.
It seems that Mankind’s doomed to be
discontented for evermore.
Because he is too proud to see
he has enough and needs no more.
He has sufficient for his needs
but he is never satisfied.
His discontentment sows the seeds
for lasting peace to be denied.
What you have got he wants to take
by any means he can employ.
His lust and greed he cannot slake
and what he has he can’t enjoy.
He has to guard it constantly.
He is afraid the he might lose
his treasure to some enemy.
Although it is of little use.
For wealth cannot buy happiness.
Dissatisfied he pursues more.
He cannot understand that less
His peace of mind might well restore.
He is condemned by his own greed
to amass more than he can use.
Acquisition is his creed
He does not see that he could choose.
To be content with what he has
and does not need to strive for more
But sadly he will not: Alas
the systems rotten to the core.
Mammon rules the world today.
The cult of the celebrity
to ostentatiously display.
What you have gained dishonestly.
I would we could regain again
The values which our forebears knew.
An honest man was valued then
and what he promised he would do.
Today this rule does not apply
It is acceptable to lie
deny responsibility
and not incur a penalty
.08/05/2009
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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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Today...
Today I will embrace the little things that make life worthwhile,
Today I will accept what I cannot change and change what I can,
Today I will have a meeting with myself and decide that I can do it,
I can do it for my family, my friends, I can do it for that stranger,
Today I will look at myself and thank God for what I have,
Today I will leave the past to be past,
Today, I will appreciate that smile and that hug,
I can bring someone's dream to reality today,
Today will be my turning point,
I might not have everything,
But content I shall be...
Today has given birth,
To a new me!
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Sunday morning Pests.
Two thousand years or so ago.
Three criminals were crucified.
And yet today we claim we know
One was the son of God and died.
We cannot prove that this true
there’s very little evidence.
But we are still expected to
give these stories full credence.
By word of mouth they were passed down.
Translated from old Aramaic.
They came from sources now unknown
Could they free from all mistake.
When they written finally
Although no doubt with good intent
Were they translated properly
or were they changed by accident.
By accident or purposely.
Perhaps a mixture of the two
To claim divine authority.
To me it simply will not do.
To tell me that I must believe.
What may or may not be true.
Is something which you won’t achieve.
There’s very little you can do.
I can’t accept on faith alone.
Until you can prove the things you teach.
are truths that stand up on their own.
Consider me beyond your reach.
Christianity could very easily
have flourished for a while and died.
It owes its popularity.
To information men supplied.
Who had some private axe to grind
Men who stood to benefit.
Perhaps you think I am unkind
that I can’t prove a word of it
I can’t deny that it is so
I don’t expect you to agree.
But I believe you do not know
The whole truth any more than me.
I can respect what that you believe
I do not find it difficult
But I’m not willing to receive
Indoctrination by some cult.
So please don’t knock upon my door
Attempting to convert me to your view
Because I’ve heard it all before
and I’ve got better things to do.
Than listen to the likes of you.
02/09/2009
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Theology is not for me.
What I believe may not be true
Until I know it has to do.
My personal philosophy
Is based not on theology.
But on ideas I have aquired
thoughts my studies have inspired.
Ideas which aren’t unique to me
Which I have stolen probably.
Adopted would be more correct
Which I continue to collect.
From anywhere and everywhere.
To consider and compare
Eventually I hope to see
All men treated equally
I try to keep an open mind
about the strange things that I find.
That some established churches teach
that human souls must do to reach.
Perfection: Which I can’t accept.
Although I try to show respect.
To the beliefs that others hold.
I don’t believe all I was told.
By people in authority
Who had the task of teaching me.
What they believed quite honestly.
But had no proof to offer me.
I saw no point in argument.
But I withheld my agreement.
Although I listened patiently
It seemed quite obvious to me.
That what they taught made little sense
And silence was my best defence.
Saturday,27 August 2011
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Now is the hour for Friend J.T.Earley
The oak tree sees slow centuries.
they pass like days beneath his gaze
An ever changing tapestry
of mankind’s little victories.
He watches kingdoms rise and fall
but they affect him not at all
He stands firm rooted in his place.
A member of a nobler race,
the earth provides his sustenance.
He need not battle to
his power and authority
He stands aloof in majesty
Observes the progress mankind makes.
Their many errors and mistakes.
They do not seem to understand
no man can dominate the land.
For Mother Nature frames the laws
and has the power to enforce
by use of fire, flood and drought.
Her wishes will be carried out.
Short sightedly men will rebel
and seem to flourish for a spell.
Though nature has the final say
and wipes the works of man away.
Almost as if they’d never been
and clothes again the land with green.
She leaves sufficient evidence
to demonstrate that man’s pretence.
That he can dominate must fail.
Great efforts made to no avail
by mighty empires in the past
Which were by nature overcast.
the ruins which they left behind.
Were left for modern man to find
He finds them but pays little heed
convinced by pride he can succeed.
Natures patience will run out
of that there’s very little doubt
The warning signs are clear to see.
Unless we listen carefully
and choose to change our wasteful ways
Then Mother Nature will erase
all the wonders man has wrought.
Destroy them all without a thought
She will retain some stock to breed
but just enough to meet her need.
She’s done it more than once before
but is prepared to try once more.
21-May-08
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