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I am still me.

I’m not the man I used to be
When in the first bloom of my youth.
Who had abundant energy
I must accept the awful truth.

As I grow old I realise.
I’m not the man I used to be
I have no choice but recognise.
I must conserve my energy.

It’s for the best quite probably.
I have to think before I act.
I’m not the man I used to be.
I can’t deny that simple fact.

I can do what I need to do
Though I must plan it carefully.
I am quite sure you feel it too.
I’m not the man I used to be.

Saturday,15 May 2010
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I'm still a man for M 'lady Milica

I’m still a man though I grow old
I am no longer brave and bold.
I think before I chose to act.
I have to face up to the fact.
I have to do as I am told.
I’m still a man

The aches and pains that trouble me
all tend to sap my energy.
I cannot do what I used to
That’s matterless for in my view
I’m still a man,

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15/10/2009
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At least that's my excuse. For J.T.Ellison

Fatigue sets in more quickly now.
As passing years catch up with you.
But circumstances will allow
A quick cat nap which can only do.
A recharge of your batteries.
So do not let it worry you.
You must conserve your energies.
For things you really want to do.
I have a snooze each afternoon
A habit which I cultivate
I consider it to be a boon.
There is nothing which cannot wait.
Retirement has set me free
from any sense of urgency.

Saturday,11 September 2010
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It could be for C.P Sharma

We search for truth but would we know
if our quest met with success
Perhaps truth changes as we grow.
We can’t be sure so we must guess.

Maybe there is no absolute
unchanging truth that’s permanent.
So we adopt beliefs to suit
whatever seems convenient

That’s fits in with what we think we know.
Because we fail to recognise
What we’ve been taught my not be so.
Though in due course we realise.

The quest fir truth which we pursue
would seem to be man’s destiny.
Its something we were born to do.
To search for truth continually

Although it seems illogical
I offer you this theory
The truth is something personal.
My truth only applies to me.

Your truth is only true for you.
It’s just another theory
I have no way to prove it true.
although it could be possibly.

26/04/2009
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Am I? for friend Thad.

I think therefore I am but I
can only be aware of me.
If I should ask could you reply
with well considered honesty.

I am as I appear to be
to myself with my inner eye
Or do you see me differently
and if so can you tell me why.

Or will you simply lie to me
and tell me what I want to hear.
Because you think that you can see
the truth might be too much to bear.

I think therefore I am but I
Cannot claim true validity
There’s no real way to verify.
The simple fact that I am me.

Monday,25 January 2010
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Fair Warning for the Ladies

If you want to retain your youth
don’t introduce him to your friends.
This a plain and simple truth
though your refusal may offend.
You cannot trust the best of friends
not to attempt to steal your guy.
Despite the fact that they pretend
that you can trust them completely.
Though you would trust them with your brass
and even with your credit card.
But men are in different class
in which you’ll find nothing is barred.
So if you want to keep your youth
believe my words they are the truth.

23-Jan-09
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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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Maybe!

Maybe.

Perhaps our dreams are prophecies,
in which we see what is to be.
Though we don’t take them seriously
and disregard them completely.
It may be sad but it is true
There are a few a very few.
Who do believe and they achieve.

A great deal more than most can do.
Because they’re willing to pursue
their dream until they make it true.
This simple truth I share with you.
If you are willing to accept
the plans your sleeping mind projects
If you believe you can achieve.

Whatever goal you’re aiming for.
Things that you have not done before.
Dreamers can accomplish more
Because they’re willing to explore
the different possibilities.
Within their capabilities
They can achieve all they conceive.

I don’t expect you to agree
that every dream’s a prophecy.
But to consider carefully.
It’s possible that they might be.
You have free choice it’s up to you
to believe what you want to.
I’ve no intention to deceive.

I only want to share with you.
What I believe to be quite true.
You can do all you want to do.
That you can be successful too.
And make your dreams reality
instead of being fantasy.
All you need is to believe.

Tuesday,10 August 2010
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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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Forward planning

Bright autumn leaves like butterflies
are gaily dancing in the breeze.
Until they fall; no more to rise
and coat the ground beneath the trees.
In carpets of rich autumn hues
Which will soon fade to neutral brown.
The time has come for trees to lose
their leaves and cast them down.
As they prepare for winters rule.
Returning to the earth again
their useless leaves to use a fuel.
Which when spring comes will help sustain.
The sudden burst of energy
that is required by every tree.

Saturday,11 September 2010
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I lnow I think so I must be for Friend Michael

I think therefore I am; To me
this does not seem at all correct.
I am therefore I think; Would be
much more accurate I suspect.
I do not let it worry me.
Though J.P.Sartre was concerned
I am content to merely be.
That is one lesson I have learned.
Why should I worry needlessly
about the things I do not know.
I have my own philosophy
I just accept it must be so
I can think, therefore I exist.
That is the truth I must insist.

Monday,17 May 2010
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Reciprocal affection.

The frozen snow squeaks under foot and solid ice fills every rut
My little dog skips merrily but I must tread more carefully.
He is far better off than me, a lower centre of gravity
is carried safely on four legs But I must walk as if on eggs.
He’s full of boundless energy. Pauses only to sniff and pee.
He has to leave behind a sign. This is my street and its all mine.
But once we wend our homeward way. He nips inside without delay.
He snuggles down on the settee and falls asleep immediately.
As I strip off my outer clothes and try to warm my frozen nose
with a mug of hot coffee. The Little tyke snores peacefully
They say that dogs are mans best friend. I think that viewpoint must depend.
On whether you accept that he is happy in your company.
His love is unconditional and totally illogical.
You are his God he worships you and will do anything for you.
But he expects that you will do as much for him as he for you..

Wednesday,06 January 2010
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Faith the Facts

Search out all things of good report.
Consider each one carefully,
things are not always as you thought.
As you will find most probably.

What you were taught to be the truth
is very often far from true.
Lessons taught you in your youth
by those you thought knew more than you.

As you mature you learn to see.
They taught you their own biased view
Which you examine critically
And then discard most as untrue.

Your old beliefs grow obsolete.
Examine all the evidence
New facts emerge though incomplete,
you then accept what makes most sense.

What you were taught no longer true.
You can’t rely on faith alone.
Although the clergy urge you to
Because too much remains unknown

Wednesday,25 November 2009
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Sense and Sensitivity 2010

Sense and sensitivity.2010

Big city life is not for me.
Too many minds impinge on mine.
Broadcasting thoughts quite randomly
that have no purpose or design.
the broadcast thoughts though unaware
that other people can receive.
I find such chaos hard to bear.
I must raise barriers to achieve
the peace of mind for which I yearn.
Leaves me no choice I must return
to rural life and peacefulness.
Though city life is not for me.
It may suit you admirably.

Saturday,03 July 2010
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That's life

Although it took me many years.
I did discover finally
that all my hopes and all my fears
combined together made me, me.

I am the man I am today
because of life experience
There really is no other way you
have to learn in self defence.

You must accept that life’s unfair.
All are not gifted equally
you can observe this everywhere.
But only if you choose to see.

We recognise reluctantly
although we pay lip service to
the idea of equality
It is not and cannot be true.

Fate deals the cards you have to play.
You have no choice but do your best
to move forward- day by day.
To prove your better than the rest.

You grasp each opportunity
To put your talents to good use
but some lack your ability.
What fate decrees they can’t refuse.

All are not gifted equally.
You can’t deny that this is true
if you look at it honestly
and that is all I ask from you.

13-Feb-09
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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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Doubletalk for Friend Thad

I don’t accept coinicidence
although some things seem synchronised.
I can’t believe it is by chance.
Although I know my view defies.
What is accepted usually
by other folks who disagree.
The tend to look askance at me.
Regard my stance contemptuously
As they are quite entitled to.
Its only an hypothesis
I cannot prove that it is true.
But I would feel it most remiss
to deny synchronicity.
I’d see that as duplicity..

18-May-08

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Moral Cowardice.

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Should I regret or just forget.
The things I’ve done or left undone
Accumulative unpaid debt.
Part of the web the fates have spun.
The three weird sisters spin the thread
and weave into tapestry
Each thread is chosen carefully.
Though blind the sisters see ahead.
The future fate of everyone.
No one escapes what they decree.
What is to will come to be
All that you did or left undone.
So I pretend it’s predestined
and just dismiss it from my mind.

Saturday,10 April 2010
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Truth or Truths? for M' lady Amber

What is the truth? No man can say
Each sees it in a different way.
My truth may not be true for you
Yours may differ from mine too
Although we say we want to know
I wonder do we really though
I think it is quite evident,
The truth is inconvenient.
If hearts were pure we could be sure.
One simple truth might well endure.
But we prefer half truths and lies.
Perhaps because we realise.
If we embraced truth honestly
It would curtail our liberty.

11-Nov-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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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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