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I am that I am for C.P.Sharma

I speak to those who choose to hear
To those who choose to see, appear
If you believe you will perceive
if you accept you will receive.
The blessings that I offer you
and in return I ask you to.
Attempt to love your fellow man.
It is not easy but you can
What does it matter black or white
all men are equal in my sight.
You have free will and you must choose
to listen to me or refuse
Be still and let the silence speak.
I am that for which all men seek

23-Dec-08

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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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I am a man!

I am a man full grown.
I have the right to choose
To make my way alone
What have I got to lose? .

If I refuse to do
as you expect me to.
I owe nothing to you

I will choose my own way.
Today and every day

I am man, my own man

Friday,05 March 2010
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Absolute truth.

We die a little every day.
Commencing with our first drawn breath.
It's what we learn along the way.
Prepares us to accept that Death.

Is not the end though we don't know.
What happens when we cease to breathe
Or where we are supposed to go.
Why is it that we choose to grieve?

When a loved one goes on ahead.
Perhaps we ought to celebrate
that they are free, but choose instead
To weep and wail and rail at fate.

When I die don't cry for me.
Instead be glad that I broke free.
You can be sure you'll follow me
As all must die eventually.

No one escapes this world alive
There's nothing we can do or say.
No matter how hard we may strive.
To alter this in any way.

Sunday,12 February 2012
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Free Thinker.

I don’t believe the world we see could happen accidentally.
Considered scientifically the evidence convinces me.
There has to be some master plan, some power which is greater than anything conceived by man. Which I believe because I can
think independently. Refuse to follow slavishly
the ideas which are currently accepted by humanity.
Though different creeds hold different views from a man is free to choose.
I am entitled to refuse. After all what can I lose?
I can accept that I might be completely wrong quite possibly.
But I believe that I am free to reject theology.
Though warring creeds have every right to see it as a sacred rite
Freedom to worship as they choose. I can respect their different views.
That does not mean I must agree. I tolerate quite easily
and all I ask their respect. I ‘m not a fool I don’t expect
they will relinquish bigotry and cease to try to convert me.
I don’t belong to any creed Because I can’t see any need.
I think that god created me and gave me the ability
To use my brain to think things through and that is what I choose to do
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Tuesday,11 May 2010.
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Fixed routine.

I always choose to take this way
This quiet path leads to my door,
Today as every other day.

I have no fear that I may stray.
I see no reason to explore.
I always choose to take this way.

Here sun and shadow interplay
Creating shapes not seen before.
Today as every other day.

The song thrush sings his roundelay.
I feel my jaded spirits soar
I always choose to take this way.

Though I could choose another way
I am aware of two or more.
Today as every other day.

It adds some pleasure to my day
a feeling I have known before.
I always choose to take this way
Today as every other day.

Wednesday,10 November 2010
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It might come back into fashion for all long suffering husbands

Why do we hoard things we don’t use?
Why is that we always choose
to take the easy way.
Turn a blind eye.
We will decide another day
what to keep, what to throw away
Although there’s no reason why
we should refuse
We’re well aware what we should try
to clear some space before we buy.
That gorgeous pair of shoes
We should say nay.
We know quite well we should refuse
but bargains we can always use.

Thursday,19 November 2009
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It might come back into fashion

Why do we hoard things we don’t use?
Why is that we always choose
to take the easy way.
Turn a blind eye.
We will decide another day
what to keep, what to throw away
Although there’s no reason why
we should refuse
We’re well aware what we should try
to clear some space before we buy.
That gorgeous pair of shoes
We should say nay.
We know quite well we should refuse
but bargains we can always use.

Thursday,19 November 2009
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The only Way to go.

Some choose to grow old quietly
but others take a different view.
They chose to live disgracefully.

Why should you give up having fun.
Because you’ve reached a certain age.
There are still things you haven’t done.

You want to do before you die
Though your time may be limited.
You see no reason not to try

To make your madcap dreams come true.
Why should you sit and vegetate
as other folks expect you to.

You are the captain of your fate.
So you can do what you want to.
Tomorrow may be far too late.

So do it now immediately.
Regardless of the consequence.
What does it matter anyway?

Society may not agree.
You have the right to your own view
Choose to act disgracefully.

You’ll find that life is much more fun
than sitting watching the T.V.
Show the world you’re still someone

Seize every opportunity
that life’s prepared to offer you.
To shock your neighbours thoroughly.

They choose to sit and wait to die.
You choose to do the opposite.
You won’t surrender easily/

But fight until your final breath
because it is your nature to
Although you know you can’t beat death.

You know that one day you must die
but until then you choose to live
Just as you wish disgracefully.

01/09/09
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Equal rights

Why should I love my enemy?
My enemy does not love me
Why should I turn the other cheek?
and give him cause to think I’m weak.

I show my enemy respect
but let him know that I expect
from him similar courtesy.
He can and will expect from me.

If he is wise he understands
I will not bow to his commands.
I am quite sure I have the right
To fight if I am forced to fight.

I can accept you don’t like me
And I dislike you equally
You have the right to your own view
You must remember I do too.

It’s possible to disagree
And yet not be an enemy.
I think we have the right to choose
If we so wish opposing views.

I do not choose my enemies
I would much rather we were friends
I think my enemies choose me
My rights I will fight to defend.

7-Nov-08

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A different song for Friend Howard

Highways, byways and motorways
are very much the same to me.
I much prefer the bridle ways
Those quiet lanes are traffic free.

I care not where the path may lead.
I stroll along at my own pace.
I’m free from any need for speed
I am quite happy to retrace

my steps. Should I mistake
the path I follow get it wrong
What does it matter if I take?
a shortcut which proves to be long.

I opted out of life’s rat race.
I am at no mans beck and call
I choose my way and choose my pace
and don’t regret my choice at all.

I live my life free from all stress
I only have myself to please.
No time constraints to cause distress.
I freed myself from that disease.

Time does not matter not to me
I thought it did but I was wrong.
At last I am completely free
To listen to a different song.

14-Nov-08

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Gramercy

Why should I live in agony?
my life a total misery.
Because you find you can’t agree.
to help me die with dignity.

Who gave you the right to choose?
whether to allow or to refuse.
To end a life of little use
I think it is gross abuse.

of your assumed authority.
To decide what is best for me,
you will not listen to my plea.
I choose death voluntarily.

I am no use to anyone.
I’m well aware my race is run
and I am anxious to be gone.
The choice is mine and mine alone.

And therefore should be left to me
But in your wisdom you decide.
I must live on in agony
You won’t assist my suicide.

01/05/2009

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Tried and Tested

My pencil holds a multitude
of varied possiblities.
Which I accept with gratitude
I grasp the opportunities

To write my thoughts in black and white
on any subject that I choose.
Expressing sorrow or delight
enabling me to share my views

With other poets on the net.
Who also share their thoughts with me
although in fact we have not met.
The common bond is poetry.

I am old fashioned proud to use
The simplest of technology.
A pencil is the tool I choose
it helps my thoughts flow easily.

I don’t compose on my P.C.
Though I suppose I should learn to.
I’d rather scribble happily
in pencil as I usually do.

24/06/2009
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Electric storm for M' lady Ernestine

The darkness of the night is rent
By lightning bolts that burn blue/white
The power of Nature apparent.
It is a truly awesome sight.
A heavenly firework display.
A lesson in humility
or merely just the Gods at play
It could be either possibly.
Depending how you choose to view,
this natural phenomenon.
Of course the choice is left to you.
Because it is so quickly gone
I choose to take the former view.
A lesson which is overdue.

Wednesday,02 February 2011
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A story …nothing to say

Flying in the sky wasn't enough
I choose the path to have which was rough.
Dignity and pride moving along with me,
I was the brave one whom all want see.
Like the sky was not enough as much as I thought,
I choose the path but soon the path trouble me too.
Now I am helpless neither I am in sky nor in the path,
What could I do except to survive, cry or die.

Answer
Oh! Little fellow sorry to hear you
But your mouth is not the only mouth to listen,
And your ear is not that which only listen what you speak.
Can you tolerate all of them as you are,
nor in the sky and the path you choose.
I m sorry I can do nothing coz in sky difficult to fly,
In path difficult to survive.
Do what you like, return alone in the sky or choose the next path as you like.
But thing about those dam dignity and pride,
Which will kick you through out the life.

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Freedom of choice.

I see God as a neutral force.
A universal power source,
which everyone has access to.
To do the things they choose to do.
It can be used for good or ill
according to the users will.
But like any power source
there’ll be a price to pay of course.
Be very careful how you use
The power that you’re free to choose.
It’s your responsibility.
You cannot claim to be blame free
For what you freely chose to do.
You’ll foot the bill when it falls due.

Sunday,27 February 2011
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Obstacles are challenges

The road I choose the path I take.
No different from the road I spurn
But what if I choose by mistake
a path from which I can’t return.

Sometimes our footsteps we retrace
when thorns and briars bar our way.
To try again another day.
Why should we fear a loss of face?
There’s nothing lost by the delay.

We merely bow to circumstance.
We’re wise enough to recognise
it is a hopeless enterprise
.In time we’ll get another chance.
In winter when the brushwood dies.

We will return to satisfy
our burning curiosity.
Explore these byways thoroughly.
On foot and with the naked eye.
No need to act too hastily.

For what we seek we do not know.
An urge which cannot be defined
springs from our deep subconscious mind.
We are compelled we have to go.
Complete the task we self assigned.

20/06/2009

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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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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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Self determination

I heard the bullets ricochet
and prayed that none would come my way
We were deployed to keep the peace,
but sneak attacks will never cease.
Until the general populace
decide that they will put in place
Their own laws which will guarantee
to everyone equality.
We can’t impose democracy
by force of arms. It’s clear to see.
The people have the right to choose
what they accept or they refuse.
What right have we to interfere
It’s plain we are not wanted here.

2-May-08

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Inspiration for Grand daughter Chitra

The agony and ecstasy
of love inspires poetry
Which otherwise would not exist.
I am quite sure it would be missed.

Though I can only speak for me
I find romantic poetry
can pass the time so pleasantly.
Arousing instant sympathy.

For those who love but love in vain.
Who choose to share with me their pain
and those who win their hearts desire.
Set forth their joy in words of fire.

I read as if I’m in a trance.
Vicariously enjoy romance.
experience at second hand.
Love stories I can understand.

Although they don’t apply to me
I read them sympathetically.
In love you either win or lose.
It seems to me you cannot choose.

The agony and ecstasy
of love inspires poetry.
It has been so through history
Will always be so probably.

2-Jan-09

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