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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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I would if I could

Philosophers considering
the mysteries if the universe.
May seem to be woolgathering
or dozing off which would be worse.

But they are not: They’re deep in thought
Oblivious to reality
They contemplations of a sort
which is akin to fantasy.

Their thoughts are on a higher plane
I don’t pretend to understand.
Although they try they can’t explain.
So they dismiss me out of hand.

At least I work to earn my pay
I cannot sit and think all day.

13/05/2009
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Sense And Sensitivity

I try to keep an open mind
for things that cannot be defined.
Foreknowledge and telepathy,
anything extra sensory.

Clairvoyance and clairaudience,
which seem to use a different sense
from the five which we all use
It seems we aren’t allowed to choose

Levels of sensitivity.
are distributed randomly.
Although we try we can’t deny
that some unwritten rules apply

That these wild talents do exist
That’s why belief will long exist.
We can’t present proof positive.
All the evidence we can give

is anecdotal at the best
and fails all scientific test
Administered by tight closed minds
absorbed in prejudice which blinds

to any possibility.
Which they can’t touch or taste or see.
Although I do not understand
I cannot dismiss out of hand

Abilities which some possess.
but are reluctant to express.
Because they do not want to be
Subject to foolish mockery

You are convinced it can’t be true
and you refuse to listen to
any opposing argument
Your mind tight closed you are content

to live your life in ignorance
. Ascribing everything to chance
A choice you are entitled to
if you prefer a blinkered view.

Because some things can’t be defined
I much prefer an open mind.
I can accept quite easily
not every body will agree.

There’s so much that we do not know
about the human mind.Although
it seems to be illogical
I think nothing’s impossible.

08/04/2009
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Eyes: those tragic eyes,

It was her eyes, those tragic eyes
The saddest eyes I ever saw.
That made me start to realise.
The price that children pay for war.

Those eyes had seen brutalities
no innocent should ever see
She haunted still by memories
from which I fear she can’t break free.

I look into her eyes and see
that she expects nothing from me.
She has no hope that there might be
an ending to her misery.

Although I know I’m not to blame
I still feel guilty all the same.

Though we protest our innocence
in our attempts to rationalise.
What can we say in self defence.
That is not based on blatant lies.

It makes me frankly furious
that innocents should suffer so
The guilt belongs to all of us.
We can’t pretend we did not know

That we should learn from history
instead of choosing to ignore
Because we do not want to see.
There are no winners in a war.

I can’t forget those empty eyes
They’ll haunt me ‘til the day I die.

Monday,08 November 2010
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I was wrong: So what. todays idiocy

I say that it’s impossible.
You cannot eat soup with chop sticks
Though it is highly probable.

Someone will try to prove he can.
To demonstrate his cleverness
and show he is a better man.

What will it prove should he succeed?
That I’m mistaken in my view.
I will be happy to concede
.
the victory to some buffoon.
Who can eat soup using chop sticks.
I still prefer to use a spoon.

I think soup should be eaten hot
I do not like cold soup a lot.

20/06/2009
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Idle thoughts

Chaos ruled the nothingness.
Only potentiality
existed in the timelessness
The universe was yet to be.

We cannot know the primal cause
which overcame the entropy.
Forced it to take a different course.
It must remain a mystery.

From nothing came reality
A fully orchestrated plan
Which could not happen possibly.
So says the finite mind of man.

So we build up hypotheses
and legends trying to explain
Rejecting others theories
Though there is nothing we can gain.

Arguments based on ignorance
are bandied freely to and fro.
If we found the truth by chance
it’s probable we would not know.

We know the universe exists.
We can’t deny the evidence
and yet the legends still persist
Though logically they make no sense.

Did God create the universe
and if so who created God
I do not wish to seem perverse
but I confess I find it odd.

Why is that mankind pursues
this useless quest obsessively.
I think the questions too abstruse
For us to view objectively.

I just accept the way things are
Which seems the wisest course to me
and hasn’t troubled me so far
But then perhaps I’m just lazy.

25/07/2009
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Taking Liberties too far

The lack of enforced discipline.
Is where our troubles all begin.
The evidence is plain to see.
Things are not as they ought to be

Some legal technicality
allows the guilty to go free.
They thus evade due punishment
although they are not innocent.

It’s much the same in homes and schools
Where children disobey the rules.
Without regard to consequence
because they see no evidence.

They will be chastised in due course.
There is no point in having laws
which aren’t enforced impartially.
Applied to all men equally.

A civilised society
which fails to enforce it’s own laws.
Will slide into sheer anarchy.
The lack of discipline the cause.

The time has come: We must review
exactly what the law should do.
To deter those who break the rules
If we do not then we are fools.

08/10/2009
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I choose to protest openly.

I choose to protest openly.

I’m cynical, satirical.
Politically incorrect.
Though you agree in principal.
I sometimes think that you suspect.

I’m sometimes economical
With the truths I try to expose.
You think it may be probable.
My acid comments are a pose.

You hold your tongue in self defence.
Although you do not disagree.
You hesitate to give offence.
To the prevailing powers that be.

By staying silent you assent.
To tyranny by government.

Sunday,15 January 2012
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Do I Lie?

You can’t believe all that you see.
Because it’s on the internet,
does not mean automatically
that it is true. Do not forget
that anyone can claim to be.
A recognised authority.
In their attempts to influence
beliefs held by their audience.
Their version of reality
which they present with clarity
Examined scientifically
by anyone that’s curious
enough to take an interest.
Who wants to put it to the test.
If you are wise you cross refer
with other sources and compare.
To check on their veracity
and you will find quite frequently.
It’s someone’s half baked fantasy.
You have to use your common sense
interpreting the evidence.
It may be true I can’t deny
that is a possibility
but then again it may not be.
Its up to you must decide
Before you can be satisfied
If it is truth or falsity.
I think it’s best to check it out
Discard it if there’s any doubt.
As for myself I’m cynical
I find some claims are comical.
But you can choose what you believe.
My words could be meant to deceive.

27/08/2009
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Blinded by Bias.

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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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Forbidden for JT Ellison

I sometimes wonder when you die.
Are you aware that you are dead?
And do you know the reason why
And can you see the way ahead.

Or are you frightened and alone
And do not know what you should do
When you are faced with the unknown.
Does someone come to comfort you?

Some sort of spirit rescue team
who are prepared and on stand by.
Who will explain this is no dream.
A different reality.

Your body died but you live on
Immortal spirits cannot die.
Although you’re sad and woebegone,
you must accept reluctantly.

You can’t go back; impossible.
You must move on to the next stage.
Although it’s highly probable
you will refuse to in your rage.

You were not ready yet to die
and miss all that you left behind.
You cannot see a reason why
fate should choose you. That you can find.

Eventually you realise
this is your new reality.
Death comes to all as a surprise
because that’s how it is meant to be.

All people know that they must die
but may not know the where or when
Though we may ask, there’s no reply.
Some knowledge is forbidden men.

10-Sep-08

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Am I mistaken A rant

When shopping at the superstore
I find each time I must pay more
For food than what I used to do
And other prices increase too.

It makes rather curious
and not a little furious
Whichever store to which I’ve gone
The prices rise in unison.

I suspect conspiracy
They all agree it seems to me
To a co-ordinated plan
Simply because they think they can

Increase the profits which they make.
It’s not a case of give and take.
I can produce no evidence
I rely on my common sense

Perhaps I’m growing paranoid.
Why does the government avoid
Examining the evidence
Because they know it would incense.

The fat cats who they daren’t offend
So they keep quiet and pretend
The do not have the power to
Do as they’re supposed to do.

Protect the public not their friends
But obviously it all depends
To whom they owe their loyalty.
Not to public obviously

Until there’s an election due
That is the time they promise to
Investigate the reasons why
Food prices have become so high

You can believe if you so choose
But as for me I will refuse
To waste my time by listening to
What they are promising to do.

They promise much deliver less
That’s why this country’s in a mess.
We cannot trust the government.
That much at least is evident

The fat cats just ignore the rules.
They see the government as fools
Who have strength but not the will
One single promise to fulfil.

Of course the government deny
This is the truth and they reply.
As usual with platitudes
There is no change of attitude.

The rich grow richer every day.
We have no choice we have to pay.
The prices they demand for food
Maybe I have misunderstood.

And politicians never lie.
And that truth is that they try
To protect us from the greedy few.
Who can tell them what to do.

Governments of both left and right
Have not the strength of will to fight
The power of the money men
Who ever lives at number ten.

Friday,23 September 2011
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I believe in Fairies too for M lady Ernestine

Sometimes at night across the sky.
I see the silver dragons fly.
Although not everyone can see
the dragons dancing gracefully.

My friends think I have lost the plot
but I assure them I have not.
I don’t know why they cannot see
what is so very clear to me.

Perhaps I have an open mind
and they do not, so they are blind.
Moonlight reflecting on their scales.
This is a sight that never fails

to make me stop and realise.
Some cannot see though they have eyes.
They don’t believe the evidence
of their own eyes. It makes no sense.

Because they can’t believe it’s true
and won’t adjust their point of view.
But I believe and I can see
the dragons flying easily.

When twilight falls if you just try,
you too will see them fly
Unless you too, have closed your
mind and don’t believe in dragon kind.

2-Jul-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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Divine protection?

Although we try, we can’t define the attributes of the divine
So most of us choose to accept what we are told; someone’s concept.

Is God a he? Is god a she, perhaps both simultaneously
Did God create the universe? Is curiosity our curse?

Is it right that we should fear god? I find this idea rather odd
It does not seem appropriate to live in fear the normal state.

Maybe God is a neutral source of power we can tap into
Though we are free to choose our course. Responsible for what we do

I do not know what I believe and I refuse to speculate
There’s nothing guessing will achieve I will not learn if I but wait.

Perchance we are collectively all tiny parts of one great whole
And will attain divinity, when we rejoin the over soul.

A theory you may reject and many will I must expect
alhough I say in its defence you must weigh up the evidence.

Consider what you have been taught, cast doubt on its validity
It may not be as you had thought, an absolute, a certainty.

The truth is that nobody knows. Because we aren’t intended to.
If we were wise we’d recognise some things are hidden from our eyes.

Because we could not comprehend the nature of divinity.
To suffering humanity God must remain a mystery.

17/06/2009
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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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Time to Choose.

Election time is here again.
Though many people will not vote.
A fact that’s easy to explain.
The floating voters choose to float.
The voting system is unfair.
It tends to favour two parties.
It’s hard to choose between this pair.
They offer no new policies.
Perhaps it’s time to break the mould.
Reform the system root and crop.
In with new out with old
Passing the parcel has to stop.
Abstaining doesn’t make much sense.
Your vote might make the difference.

Friday,16 April 2010
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Politically incorrect, so what for M'lady Ernestine

When interviewing candidates
Because you’re trying to be fair.
You sometimes over compensate.
Although completely unaware.

You are discriminating for.
What you’re against instinctively.
Your methods have proved right before
You aren’t obliged to be P.C.

That you should feel you ought to be
completely free of all bias
To me is sheer stupidity.
Just pause a while and it will pass.

The candidates well qualified
So let your prejudice decide
Do as you’ve always done before
and choose the furthest from the door.

What does it matter how you choose.
It is entirely up to you
how you conduct your interviews.
You can do what you want to do.

Your methods may not be PC.
But they have stood the test of time.
By choosing almost randomly
You are not guilty of a crime.

That you are prejudiced is true
A simple fact you can’t deny.
But by selecting as you do
You’ll get it right quite possibly.

31/10/2009
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Day by Day

I think it is impossible
To recall ev’ryone you met
and also highly probable.
That some you’re happy to forget.

The first lover who broke your heart,
Imprinted deep in memory.
Though you suspected from the start,
this was a dream which could not be.

The petty boss that bullied you.
When you were young and powerless.
It’s odd but you recall him too.
Though not with any kindliness.

Yet good friends fade from memory
erased by quickly passing years
almost you’d think impossible,
You wonder if you’ve slipped from theirs.

Although you meant to keep in touch.
You never did too much to do.
I wonder does it matter
because they have forgotten too.

Par for the course I understand.
Although sometimes spontaneously
they come to mind; you can’t command
the actions of your memory.

The present matters not the past.
It is consigned to history,
the pace of life is far too fast.
To take time out for reverie.

We touch on others and affect
each other in some subtle way
That is the truth we must accept.
We really live from day to day.

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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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Saving grace for M'ladyAnn Beard

Moonlight on the water glowing gently. As the tide out flowing
leaves silver traces on the sand. I think that now I understand,
the feeling of serenity. Which quickly flooded over me.
From being lonely and depressed I felt as though I had been blessed.
Bathed in the Goddess’ radiance I was given a second chance.
To be who I was meant to be, that peaceful night beside the sea.
I can recall it vividly. It was a peak experience
I still hold her in reverence.Although I have no evidence.
to prove to you my words are true do not feel that I need to.
Unless touched by the Goddess’ hand you simply would not understand
So I began my life anew because the Goddess bid me to.
The goddess cares for her children, she gave me confidence again.
I know that I can make the grade I face the future unafraid.

19-Dec-08

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