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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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Choose your words carefully

An impoverished vocabulary,
can preclude communication.
Facilitate incomprehension.
foiling our attempts at clarity.
Although we try our best to speak plainly.
The fault does not lie with our diction
rather to their lack of education.
They suffer from a disability.

Therefore we have to learn to modify
the way we talk to suit our audience
Couch what we say with great simplicity.
Although we understand the reason why
we must be careful not to cause offence.
To those who lack verbal ability.

30-Jan-09

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Transfiguration.

Transfiguration?

The sunset was spectacular
Transforming the familiar
Sights which I am accustomed to
Into a very different view.
The slated roofs no longer grey
But changing with the interplay
Reflected colours from the sky
which blend and merge then multiply.
Creating a surreal beauty
Which hides the stark reality
That I am faced with every day.
Monotony in black and grey.
I watch until the colours fade.
Reluctantly I draw the shade.

Wednesday,18 January 2012
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Freethinker for J.T.Ellison

Freethinker

I do believe that memory can be passed down genetically
Encoded in our D.N.A Although I know the experts say
My theory’s unsustainable, there is no proof obtainable.
For all their professed expertise. My theory causes them unease.
They are afraid I might be right. It could explain why men take fright.
When darkness falls and they can’t see, arousing repressed memories
Of long ago when men were prey which linger to the present day
Although the experts can’t explain the workings of the human brain.
The experts say it can’t be so: They know less than they think they know.
I don’t accept the experts view I see no reason I should do
I still believe that memory can be passed down genetically.
Encoded in our D.N.A. No matter what the experts say.
They cannot force me to agree for I think independently

31/05/2009
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Writers Block-Poppycock

I think that there will never be
A lack of wonders we can see.
For those of us prepared to look
in mother natures own scrap book.
We have the time to stand and stare
at beauty we find everywhere.
A flower where it should not be
inspires us to write poetry.
We poets are a special breed
and poetry fulfils our need.
To share the beauty we can see.
We choose our language carefully.
Creating images to share
with anybody anywhere.

Monday,26 July 2010
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Entranced for Grandaughter Chitra

I saw two rainbows intertwine
their colours were identical.
Together forming a design
which I found doubly beautiful.
I’ve often seen a single bow
they’re not at all unusual.
A band of pastel colours show
delicately ethereal.
But never had I seen before
two rainbow arches in the sky
Two matching bands of colours soar
across the sky majestically.
I stood entranced by what I saw.
What philistine could ask for more.

05/04/2009
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Time to be,

Steal away quietly meditate
You can spare time enough. For a while
silently hide away. Contemplate
who you are, what you are thoroughly.
You may find peace of mind, leave behind
the pressures and distress easily.
All you need to succeed is concede.
You can fly if you try earnestly.
You will see, you can be really free.

12/07/2009
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End of day thoughts.

The glory of the sunset fades.
The evening sky surrenders to
a nonstop flow of darkest blue.
Which overwhelms the pastel shades.
The evening stars come on parade.
A panorama we can view.
In hopes of seeing something new.
Although the stars we see displayed.
May well have burnt out long ago.
There is no way that we can know.
Which of the stars we think we see.
That twinkle brightly overhead,
are still alive and which are dead
We never will most probably.

Saturday,27 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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Late Evening stroll for Friend Bob

Night falls swiftly and silently.
Across the quiet countryside.
The new moon shows through fitfully.
Although the dark clouds try to hide.
This slender crescent from our view.
They succeed only partially.
Soft silver beams keep breaking through
providing light so I can see.
Quite well enough to find my way.
The darkness does not frighten me
though I prefer the light of day
But still stroll contentedly
by paths familiar to me.
Which lead me home eventually.

14/07/2009
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A Jaundiced view?

We fail because we never learn
the lessons that the past can teach.
The sound advice we choose to spurn
will place success beyond our reach

The question is what is success?
To have the latest gadgetry
Apparently the answers yes.
although they are not necessary.

Technology moves on apace.
Things soon become obsolete.
The greatest failing of our race
We are determined to compete.

Instead of working side by side
to benefit everyone.
The powers that be will still decide.
That they’ll be better on their own.

To show the rest they are the best.
Which fosters greed and selfishness.
What does it matter if the rest
are left to live in wretchedness..

Me first, me first the constant cry.
I do not care a toss for you
You cannot win if you don’t try
to stay ahead the way I do.

I will succeed at any price
and you will pay for my success.
I know that I will not think twice.
My only aim is to impress.

I choose to live in luxury
I see no reason I should not
Although you live in poverty
I will not share what I have got.

It’s human nature at its worst.
I see no signs that it will change.
Our creed has always been me first.
I do not find it to be strange.

But then I am a realist
I view the world cynically.
and not as an idealist
would like to see it be.

03/09/2009
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No Change for MY Lady Irene

I’ll come to you at eventide
We’ll sit together side by side
and I will whisper I love you
Just as I always used to do.

We’ll watch the sun sink in the west,
This is the time we love the best
.You’ll tell me that you love me too
just as you always used to do.

Though times have changed our love has not.
We are contented with our lot.
You still love me I still love you
Just as always swore to do.

Our young ones from the nest have flown
and once again we are alone
Each day our love vows we renew
just as we promised that we’d do.

We are aware that we’ve been blessed.
Together facing every test
that fickle fate can throw at you.
Just as we always intend to do.

23/04/2009
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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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Enduring beauty for M'ladyCatherine Rica Coso

From bare black twigs against the sky.
Transformed by spring to blossoms white.
To me a more than welcome sight.
Which alas too soon will die.
But in their place new greenery
Leaves seem to unfurl overnight
in shades of green which catch sunlight
Add lustre to the scenery.
The leaves will last the summer long.
Before they don their autumn dress
in garish colours to impress
The winds which sing the winters song.
The trees return to nakedness
Retaining beauty none the less.

31-May-08

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Naani for Subarraman N.V.

War will persist
as long as men exist.
Men have the will and skill to kill.
They always had and always will.

Peace apparently
an impossibility.
Men expect hostility
Universally.

Why should this be?
It seems to me
we were meant to live peacefully.
In perfect amity.

6-May-08

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Misplaced confidence for M lady C.T.Heart

Although dreams can come true; they seldom do.
We are convinced this rule does not apply
to us. We will be treated differently.
Such is our egocentric point of view
So we believe the dreams which we pursue
could well come true. We see no reason why
we should not succeed if we really try.
We fervently believe we deserve to.

The old adage” Hope springs eternally
Does not accord with our experience
but we can disregard this easily”
although it goes against all common sense.
Dreams are not known for logicality.
So in our dreams we still place confidence.

10-Nov-08

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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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Nocturnal artistry for M lady Ann Beard

Nocturnal artistry

The frost adds glitter to the grass.
Which stands erect like silver spears.
Transient beauty which will pass.
The suns rays make them disappear.
Lacy designs on window glass.
More delicate than human art
We’d like to keep them but alas.
WE must accept they will depart.
When morning breaks the sun will rise
Undo the efforts of Jack Frost
which we expect it’s no surprise.
Though we bemoan the beauty lost.
Tonight Jack Frost will paint again
his patterns on each window pane.

Sunday,13 December 2009
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Natural Selection for Friend Thad

I am a male an alpha plus.
My only purpose is to breed,
to sow the seeds of genius.
So that my offspring will succeed.

I am the leader of the pack.
No one is fit to take my place.
I have the wisdom which they lack.
I am the wolf who sets the pace.

We work together as a team
but I direct the strategy
I have the wit to plan and scheme
The other wolves defer to me.

That is the way it has to be
As long as I am best I’ll lead.
Some day some pup will challenge me
and hopefully he will succeed..

I am a male an alpha plus
but even alpha males grow old.
In nature it was ever thus
The leadership goes to the bold.

I’m not the wolf I used to be.
I’ve had my time now I must leave.
The pack goes on triumphantly
just as it should do I believe..

To lead the pack a privilege
that’s only open to a few.
Who have the strength and the knowledge
to rule the pack as they must do.

A pack that lacks strong leadership
will very quickly succumb to
lack of direction and hardship.
A leader must know what to do.

But also know he must give way.
To new leader in due course
He’s played the part he had to play
a law that nature will enforce.

Only the best is fit to lead
life is a struggle to survive.
Though a strong leader will succeed
ensuring that his pack will live.

Though leaders come and leaders go.
The pack remains an entity
Since time began it has been so
and will for ever seemingly.

11/06/2009
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I love my daughter: but

I know, I know the exact word
I use it very frequently.
Then suddenly, it’s quite absurd.
I cannot trust my memory.

I’ve always trusted it before
and it has never let me down.
But that’s is not true anymore
and forms a reason for my frown.

My daughter says it just might be
because I’m getting on a bit.
I cannot possibly agree.
I’m aghast at the cheek of it.

I’m not old just eighty three.
I do not doubt that I will be
the first one of my family
to reach my own centenary.

What does it matter I forget
some little things occasionally
I know what’s getting me upset
Her lack of sensitivity.

The word will come if I just wait
That is a racing certainty
But I do not appreciate
a recaltricant memory.

There must be something I can do,
to stimulate my memory.
I think I’ll take up something new
Some thing active probably.

I may be old but I’m still fit
to think and act competently
My daughter talks a load of bull
I won’t forgive her easily.

Thursday,12 November 2009
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Proof positive 2011

Proof positive 2011

This tree is where no tree should be.
It clings to life precariously.
From whence it cam nobody knows.
All that we know is that it grows.
Although it’s stunted gnarled and bent.
It has survived that’s evident.

Perchance it’s where it should not be.
It does not matter to the tree.
This is the only place it knows
and so it very slowly grows.
Defying rules conceived by men
It forces them to think again.

Although the experts all agree.
It’s an impossibility
The tree discounts the experts view
A seed took root and simply grew.
That’s all seeds know how to do.
Its mere existence proves it’s true.

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