Contentment for M'lady C.T.Heart
How do you measure happiness?
Is it a question of degree?
A measurement of more or less
discontent to ecstasy.
Is it enough to be content?
I think for most that must be true.
Although sometimes by accident
you are allowed a different view.
One moment of pure ecstasy.
You know you are connected to
Everything: An epiphany
which makes you change your world view.
I think perhaps to be content
for me is quite sufficient.
21-Jul-08
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Serenity is my portion for M lady Ann Beard
The last rays of the setting sun
encarnadine the grey stonewalls
of my small house when day is done.
I watch content as darkness falls.
I have an unimpeded view
from where I sit towards the sea.
Each sunset shows me something new
the darkness holds no threat for me.
In fact I crave the quietness.
I choose to live in solitude.
I hate the city’s business
an anti social attitude? .
That may be true I can’t deny
I do not seek the company
of fellow men and I know why
I hate the close proximity.
Of the unthinking bustling crowd
Who advertise their discontent
broadcasting random thoughts aloud
By accident without intent.
The random thoughts they radiate
albeit quite unknowingly
combine together and create
a standing wave of misery.
Perhaps I am too sensitive.
Which would explain my attitude
The reason that I choose to live
in isolated solitude.
I’m woken by the rising sun
which bids me that it’s time to rise
and greet the new day just begun.
In perfect peace and quietness.
The grey stone walls now tinged with gold
I look towards the distant sea
Enjoy the beauty I behold
I am content as I should be.
08/08/2009
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My Secret Place for Friend Thad
This lonely reed surrounded pool.
Far from the noise of other men.
Is always serene, cool and green.
The haunt of grebe and water hen.
I found it quite by accident.
Somehow it seemed to call to me,
as if it knew I’d be content
to sit beside it quietly.
And it is true I’m happy here.
I can find peace to meditate.
Nobody comes to interfere
and I achieve an altered state
of consciousness in which I go
beyond the little word I know
I recognise no boundary
and for a little while I’m free.
Although I temporarily
escape the laws of gravity
I must return reluctantly
to the world of reality.
This reed fringed pool has proved to be.
A place where I can instantly
attain perfect serenity.
Free from the worlds insanity.
2-Dec-08
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Enkightenment 08
My soul was retless, discontent.
I strove to find enlightenment
but somehow it eluded me.
I could not solve the mystery.
I sought instruction where I could
adopted what I thought was good.
Continued searching patiently.
I learnt in time not expect
that wisdom would be granted me.
It was not easy to accept.
I realised eventually
until I reached maturity.
Some knowledge was forbidden me.
16-Apr-08
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Wiggle Giggle for M' lady Lucia
Some women wiggle as they walk
as a pretty woman should.
But others jiggle as they stalk.
It’s not a very pleasant view.
If you are looking from the rear
To see a fat posterior
that’s larger than it ought to be
Still it’s something you often see
A womans wiggle’s wonderful
I think it’s really beautiful
but then I am a connoisseur
of Lady’s pretty derrieres
A wise girl pays attention to
what she looks like from the rear view.
9-Jul-08
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Night owl for Friend Colin
The sky a layer cake of hues
from darkest greys to palest blues.
The sun has set and daylight fades.
The birds have sung their serenades.
All noise is hushed as darkness falls.
The shadows vanish from he walls.
As curtains drawn against the night
deprive them of the yellow light
that’s cast from windows far and wide
Confining shadows to outside
The living rooms kept warm and bright
perhaps because men fear the night.
But I do not I am content
the darkness is my element.
28-Jun-08
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Bleak outlook; for some.
I did not think things could get worse.
But I was wrong quite obviously
The guardians of the public purse.
Decided unilaterally.
We must reduce expenditure
I have no choice but to agree.
Though I am absolutely sure
all will not suffer equally.
The savage cuts which they propose
may well reduce the deficit.
I see no reason to suppose
that everyone will benefit.
The rich of course won’t feel the chill.
The little man will have to pay.
He always did and always will.
Because that is the Tory way.
It is their mission to conserve
the privilege which they enjoy
By any means which will serve
and any means they can employ.
Perhaps I have a biased view.
.Maybe I am too cynical.
Though I believe my words are true.
I could be wrong it’s possible.
That they are acting for the best.
A dangerous experiment.
Which when they put it to the test.
Might just succeed by accident.
Then they will claim all credit due.
But if it fails they will deny
as politicians always do
They had no choice; they had to try.
Though you may take a different view.
Not everybody will agree
What you conclude is up to you.
I think we’ll have to wait and see.
I do not think this government
Will last.The strains are showing now.
The general public discontent.
How long before their final bow.
The rich cannot impose their will
As they have always done before.
Why should the poorest foot the bill
A question that they can’t ignore.
Although I’m sure that they will try.
By quoting massaged statistics.
Which I for one choose not to buy.
I can see through their dirty tricks.
Thursday,21 October 2010
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Tribute to John Masefield 1878-1967
Creed.
I hold that when a person dies.
His soul will return to earth again
Arrayed in some new fleshly disguise.
Another mother gives him birth
with sturdier limbs and brighter brain.
The old soul takes to the road again.
Glosa
I hold that when a person dies
They will receive a second chance.
This universal rule applies
in each and every circumstance.
Although there’s room for argument
To hold this view I am content.
His soul will return to earth again
One life is insufficient
To judge the worth of simple men.
Who go astray by accident
and if their truly penitent.
This does not warrant punishment.
Another mother gives him birth
and raises him with tender care.
Another chance to prove his worth
What I believe is nothing new
but I am certain it is true.
With sturdier limbs and brighter brain.
He will resume his journeying.
Better equipped to start again
he is prepared for anything.
That he may meet upon his quest.
His only task to do his best.
The old soul takes the road again.
As all immortal souls must do.
It’s not important where or when.
What I believe may not be true.
I am content to wait and see
I will find out eventually
Thursday,28 October 2010
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In Ecstasy
Let me dream the impossible.
So much of you stays in my head.
I'm making memories,
To pick when I reminsce.
And you...
Have been all up in my view.
Let me dream the impossible.
Each morning that dawns,
And I arise with you close to me,
Like the Sun...
Lifting dew from grass.
This...
Is the dream.
Let me dream the impossible.
So much of you stays in my head.
With intentions to stick.
I am making memories to linger,
To pick when I reminsce as wished.
And I am...
In ecstasy.
Let me dream the impossible.
So much of you stays in my head.
Please let me,
Dream...
The impossible.
Since ecstasy with me you leave.
And all up in my view.
Since,
Ecstasy with me you leave.
And all up in my view.
Since...
Ecstasy with me you leave.
And all up in my view.
Since in ecstasy with me you leave.
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Day Off
A placid pool unruffled by
the slightest breeze reflects the sky.
The sky a cerulean blue
takes on a slightly darker hue.
Sometimes a fluffy cloud or two
will slowly drift into my view.
I sit beneath a shady tree.
I am content to simply be
an observer of the scene
and draw comparisons between.
The peaceful pool and the clear sky.
Its not my place to wonder why.
I am relaxing happily
exactly where I want to be.
02/07/2009
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Past and Present.
The truth is written in the rocks.
The Fossil Record does not lie.
Although it’s true it sometimes shocks.
We must accept new rules apply.
The facts we once believed were true
are proven false by further proof
that’s been unearthed. Something new
which takes us closer to the truth.
The truth is what we seek to find.
Try to take an unbiased view.
Attempt to keep an open mind
It’s something that we have to do.
There are still answers to be found
by accident deep underground.
Tuesday,11 May 2010.
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I should Have Known
Dined with the devil yesterday.
A charming chap I have to say.
He was quite debonair and gay
and conversed in a cultured way.
He did his best to tempt me to
do the things one shouldn’t do.
But as he offered nothing new
to my own standards I held true.
I do not claim I’m innocent
I have done things which I repent.
A truth which is self evident
and not a cause for discontent.
He smiled at me disarmingly
and whispered to me charmingly.
He was content to wait and see
Sure I would fall eventually.
That he could wait there was no rush.
I had to jump he could not push
He wished me well, went on his way
but stuck me with the bill to pay.
12-Jun-08
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Open to Review. For C.P.Sharma
Although they all believed they knew.
The truth was known to very few
and mostly those who held the view.
A single life time would not do.
For each immortal soul to learn
the lessons needed each in turn.
Which would enable it to earn
the merit needed to return.
From whence it came; the final goal.
To combine with the oversoul
and free from any earthly role.
Just one small part of a perfect whole.
Though I believe that this is true.
It’s only my considered view.
One which is open to review.
Because I know no more than you.
Although different creeds still argue.
Their way and only theirs is true
I think they take a narrow view.
Exactly as they’re taught to do.
The different creeds meet different needs
and on the whole most do succeed.
We ought to judge them by their deeds
and not the tenets of their creed.
Saturday,14 November 200
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A passing thought.
An optimistic pessimist.
An oxymoron without doubt
and yet such crazy thoughts persist.
Something for me to think about.
As I consider carefully.
A pessimist who hopes he’s right
is thinking optimistically.
Though what that proves I do not know.
Except I think it could be so.
Though everybody won’t agree.
Thursday,21 January 2010.
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Confident? for M lady Lucianne
Do you dare to be different
And raise your voice when you dissent?
Or do just go with the flow.
Far too afraid to make a show
of the fact you disagree.
Why not speak out confidently
Why should you follow someone who
you are quite sure knows less than you.
Or are you just a follower
like other folks who much prefer.
To be told what they should do.
Because it is much easier to
than refusing their assent,
and daring to be different.
16-Oct-08
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Either or: both can't be true fpr Joe Poewhit
No one canprove that God exists.
No one can prove that God does not
and yet the arguments persists.
I do not know which view is true.
Nobody does apparently.
What you believe is true for you.
What I believe is true for me.
I think the evidence suggests
we should agree to disagree.
Accept the possibility
that either viewpoint could be true.
God could be fact or fantasy.
Why should we argue fruitlessly.
An argument no one can win.
God must remain a mystery,
Tuesday,22 December 2009
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Bardic tradition
The yarns I spin to entertain
are never wholly fictional
I let sufficient truth remain
so they can seem quite factual.
Sometimes I find readers accept
My narratives as being true.
Although it’s not what I expect
it makes me proud to think they do.
From the feed back which I receive
It seems I unintentionally
create something they can believe.
It’s highly complimentary.
Though fashions change, bards can still spin
a likely tale to take you in.
Saturday,30 January 2010
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Illogicality
In the beginning was the WORD.
So we are told but not who spoke
Which seems to me to be absurd.
I m forced to treat it as a joke.
No one to speak no one to hear
Which seems to be improbable
and fails to satisfy I fear.
I find it to be impossible
I would prefer a logical
explanation, I can
believe just might be true
But fairy stories will not do.
I’m sceptical, I need proof.
I can’t accept on faith alone
That what we’re taught must be the truth.
I think the truth remains unknown.
I can respect what you believe
I only ask you do the same.
Because I happen to perceive
A different start to the game.
Who was it spoke from whence came he?
Who created the creator.
Was he in fact pure energy?
that sprang from some stars molten core.
I only know I do not know
and I refuse to speculate.
About what happened long ago.
I am content to indicate.
I don’t believe, don’t even try.
I cite the lack of evidence.
The theory seems to fly
Into the face of common sense.
Although I do not claim to be
anything but a simple man
I must reject entirely
The claims of those who say they can.
Teach the truth because they know.
It must remain a mystery
They have no evidence to show
They have divine authority.
I’m sceptical and cynical.
I have a brain that I can use.
I am convinced it’s logical
to be determined to refuse
to accept what I was taught.
By those who know no more than me.
Although my teachers think I ought.
I will rebel instinctively
Friday,20 November 2009
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Monentary aberration.
A brief encounter innocent
Of any forethought or intent
We touched almost by accident
and yet I must confess it meant.
A sudden pang of discontent
Which quickly came and quickly went.
A moment that devil sent
To tempt me was his sole intent.
It was a failed experiment.
My love for you is permanent.
It would be to my detriment
to give my assent or consent.
To any plot he could invent.
I hold all cheats beneath contempt.
Monday,29 March 2010
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I can.
Inverted hexaduadad.
I can
choose to be a man.
Stand tall upon my own two feet
Or to retreat.
The choice is up to me.
Though not quite free
I can’t refuse
I am compelled to choose.
What shall I do.
I will not change my view
I will be the best man
I can.
Saturday,10 July 2010
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Grin and Tonic for M 'lady Marilyn
I sometimes have a jaundiced view
when I survey the world today.
I have to pause and look anew
to try to see a different way.
It all depends on upon my mood.
The way in which I choose to see
and my prevailing attitude.
So in the end it’s down to me.
I wear an artificial smile
which will conceal the way I feel.
But oddly in a little while
I find my smile becoming real.
What I pretended has come true.
It works for me: why mot for you.
01/05.2009
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