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.
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Complementary viewpoints for friend Chandra
Philosophy and poetry
are not completely different.
Each represents a way to see
What is not always evident.
Philosophers and poets try
to understand the universe.
The answers which they can supply.
Expressed in turgid prose or verse.
Philosophers can be abstruse
and difficult to understand
Because of how they phrase their views.
I don’t dismiss them out of hand.
I much prefer the poets verse
To endless reams of complex prose.
I do not think I am perverse
Simplicity I must suppose.
Is really what appeals to me.
the poets seek to entertain
and yet express with clarity.
Philosophers try to explain.
Their reasoning in great detail.
They just succeed in boring me
Their efforts are to no avail
I will admit quite openly
I simply cannot spare the time
To plough through densely written prose.
But I find poetry sublime
I like the way it ebbs and flows.
The insight that a poet shows
can entertain and educate.
Philosophers try to impose
their views, discouraging debate.
Which does not sit too well with me.
Folks can’t stand being patronised
and will rebel instinctively.
A fact that poets recognise.
They are content to share their thoughts.
With anyone who chooses to
read the verses they have wrought.
Which may express a different view
To that of the philosophers.
You draw your own conclusions
and choose which version you prefer.
Perhaps your own opinions.
Philosophy and poetry
Are both legitimate attempts
To explain some mystery
By folks of different temperaments.
22/08/2009
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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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Whatshisname
An actor always plays a part.
He has no personality.
It is the essence of his art
an actor’s capability
To become anyone at all.
Whoever they’re supposed to be
at least until the curtains fall
Revert to being nobody.
Their whole life is a fantasy.
They don’t know who they really are.
They can cope with reality
but only so much: Insofar
as I can see, because they can
act like any other man.
12/07/2009
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Validation for colin j
Sometimes I think we should not try
to make our cherished dreams come true
and be content with fantasy.
We must accept reality
Some cherished dreams are doomed to fail.
Because they are not meant to be.
That does not mean we should not dream
For dreams are a necessity
Though they’re not always as they seem
Dreams can protect our sanity
provide escape from every day
repetitive reality.
Dreams can become reality
Though only if they’re meant to be.
31/05/2009
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Egocentric viewpoint for M lady Wardha Jawdhat
My universe: If I should die
would disappear. I’ll tell you why
Each day I wake up and renew
everything in my purview.
Though this may sound like fantasy
it is in fact reality.
We all create the world we know
and ring the changes as we go
through all the tests life throws at us.
We are not so autonomous
we can ignore the salient facts
that everybody interacts.
Your universe and mine combine
although they’re similar in design
they still retain their unity.
We tend to see things differently.
Although the world will still exist
This is the truth I must insist.
My universe will cease to be,
it has no purpose without me.
16-Jul-08
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Who trains Who? for friend Bob
My human thinks he’s training me.
A fault that’s common to the breed
Though he is learning gradually
So I pretend to let him lead.
It is great fun to see him try
to understand each new command
Although sometimes I wonder why
he is so slow to understand.
I haven’t had him very long
I must remember he’s a man
To try and rush him would be wrong.
I ‘m sure he does the best he can.
I take him for a walk each day
make sure he gets his exercise
I need to teach him not to stray.
He doesn’t seem to realise.
That I’m in charge he’s rather slow
but then of course he’s just a man
You can’t expect a man to know
as much as any canine can.
26/04/2009
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Oh Say. Can you see? for Friend Thad
Oh say can you see
At night, when I should be sleeping.
From my window slyly peeping
I can see the fairies dance.
I’m not afraid to take a chance
that the fairies might see me.
Because I know they are friendly.
They have no reason to fear me.
They do not mind that I can see.
Why should they mind they know quite well
there is nobody I can tell
Who would believe that I had seen
the fairies dancing on the green.
I know that grownups cannot see
what children see so easily
Though adults do not seem to mind
they do not know that they are blind.
Their childish innocence once lost
can’t be replaced at any cost.
So they dismiss as fantasy
the fairies they no longer see.
But in their blindness they insist
that fairy folk do not exist
All children in their wisdom know.
Grown ups are wrong it isn’t so.
Most adults are convinced they’re right
but some few have retained their sight.
They see the world as children see,
Accepting as reality.
the evidence of their own eyes
and you will too if you are wise.
11/04/2009
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Attaining Virtue
Attaining Virtue.
I climb up to the monastery
my sanctuary seeking Zen.
Find peace of mind again: I’m free
from all that troubles me. Until
I must descend the hill. Return
to where I earn my daily bread.
Where noise instead of quietness
begins to press. I can endure
of that I’m sure, my thoughts are pure.
I will not injure any man.
Because I’ve learned to tolerate,
accept my fate patiently.
27/07/2009
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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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Changing perspective for bro Colin
A patchwork quilt of sunlit fields
Is visible as grey mist yields
to the majesty of the sun.
The morning mist and night shadows
are well aware that they must go
Now that a new day has begun.
The distant hills which I now see
Become for me reality
Now that the mists have fully gone.
No longer just a fantasy,
a half forgotten memory.
I wandered happily alone.
I did not lack for company
I had my book of poetry.
What more could any poet need
except a quiet spot to read.
31/08/2009
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Here and There for M'lady Mary Gordley
To you they are pure fantasy.
To me they are reality,
So we are bound to disagree.
In worlds I visit frequently,
you can see dragons flying free.
But only if you have the key.
To open up your tight closed mind
to all the wonders you can find
when reality is left behind.
Try it out what can you lose,
travel anywhere you choose.
You have free will you can refuse.
But when I need a holiday.
I close my eyes and drift away.
7-Jun-08
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Open invitation for M 'lady Lucianne
Just loose your hold and come with me.
Explore the worlds of fantasy,
strange places only dreamers see
There is no charge it is quite free.
Decide where you would like to be
and we will travel rapidly.
Borne on the wings of poetry.
There is nothing for you to fear
reality won’t disappear.
You can’t escape so easily.
29-Apr-08
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Incapability
The sunset’s indescribable
but being me I have to try
to see if I am capable.
Although I see no reason why.
I think this time I might succeed.
I’ve tried so many times before
to explain how the colours bleed
into shades I have no name for.
I would love to share my view
but lack the vocabulary.
I cannot describe to you
the transient beauty that I see.
No matter how hard I may try
it’s an impossibility.
18/05/2009
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Confounded Experts for Joe Poewhit
An artefact of machined steel
found buried in a deep coal seam.
The experts say it can’t be real
it does not fit with their world scheme.
The all insist it cannot be.
Be cause the know they can’t explain
this very strange anomaly
and so they bury it again.
They hide it very carefully.
Conceal the fact that it exists
forget about it quietly.
But awkward objects will persist.
So in due course it surfaces
as it was always certain to.
The so called experts have to face
awkward questions asked anew.
They do not know but dare not say.
this artefact defies their skill
They still cannot explain away
the artefact and never will.
They lack all credibility
Their rigid minds so tightly closed
They can dismiss reality
when it is not as they supposed.
An ancient machined artefact
found buried deep in a coal seam
Preserved for ages quite intact
Confounds the experts it would seem.
03/06/2009
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Perchance to dream for friend thad
I dreamt or maybe dreamt I dreamt.
A lucid dream I could control,
in which I thought I would attempt
to contact my immortal soul.
I moved up to a higher plane.
Which I accomplished easily.
I thought perhaps that I could gain.
Some knowledge relevant to me.
I met myself and face to face
we could converse quite naturally.
Discussed the trials I must face
This seemed quite logical to me.
Was it a dream? I can’t be sure
I only know it seemed to be.
Somehow it served to reassure
me that all is as it ought to be.
Was it a dream or possibly
an altered state of consciousness.
A different reality
It could be either one I guess.
What does it matter anyway.
A dream may have reality
which we perceive a different way.
When viewed imaginatively.
Imagination is the key
which opens portals we can pass
in spirit form so easily
But must return too soon alas.
I dreamt or maybe dreamt I dreamt
a lucid dream I could control.
Perchance I failed in my attempt.
Not ready yet to be made whole.
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Procrastination: The thief of time for M lady Catrina
The clock ticks inexorably
Each second moves the minute
hand forward infinitesimally.
Or so I’m led to understand.
But I afraid I cant agree.
Sometimes if I should look away
The hands move forward rapidly
Much quicker than the normal way.
What happens to the time that’s passed?
I can’t retrieve in any way.
The present has become the past.
I’ve lost a portion of my day.
I wonder if you’ve noticed too
The sneaky tricks which clocks can do.
18/07/2009
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A Worthy Man?
The Very Reverend Doctor Green.
A doctor of divinity
This learned cleric can be seen
as lacking in humility.
The Doctor knows or thinks he knows.
The answers to the mysteries
and by his proud demeanour shows
Intolerance is his disease.
Pontificates on the T.V
and denigrates all other creeds
His bloated pride won’t let him see
that different folks have different needs
Is his blinkered attitude
deserving of our gratitude?
07/07/2009
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It makes no sense.
A dog goes mad and is destroyed
A danger to society.
Why do we strive to avoid
the use of the death penalty.
Why do we pay to keep alive
a madman that we cannot cure.
It seems unjust he should survive
His victims didn’t that’s for sure
There is no cure for his disease
No chance at all he will be freed,
no way that he can earn release
He should be put down humanely
Why should he live in luxury?
with all mod cons provided free.
Saturday,05 December 2009
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Transformation
Moonlight filtered through the trees.
Can cast strange shadows on the ground
which fill me with a vague unease
because they seem to move around.
Somehow independently
The minute that I look away.
As if they have been watching me
to try and lead my thoughts astray.
I know that in reality
the shadows represent no threat
But fear erodes my certainty
and in my panic I forget.
I only know I have to run.
Just as the shadows knew I would
They coalesce, attack as one
Then finally I understood.
I should have run when I first saw
the shadows on the forest floor.
I know now what I did not know
before I became a shadow.
31/07/2009
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Fuzzy Logic.
Between the worlds the boundary.
Sometimes grows thin and disappear.
Fantasy and reality
Which is which no longer clear.
Imagination can supply
Alternative scenarios
Where normal rules do not apply
But are they real? nobody knows
It may well be that it is so
I can accept a different view
I do not really want to know
whether or not that it is true
I can believe quite easily
there is no definite boundary.
Sunday,17 January 2010
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