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Inevitable conclusion

Inevitable.

All who are born will surely die.
Nobody can escape their fate
Be they of high or low estate.

We may not know the reason why.
Each one of us will have to wait.
All who are born will surely die

This is a truth none can deny.
We must accept that soon or late
Our time will come Death will not wait.
All who are born will surely die.

Chaucerian Rondel

21/08/2009
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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You're Not Alone

In a way, it's all a matter of time
I will not worry for you, You'll be just fine
Take my thoughts with you, and when you look behind
You will surely see a face that you recognize
You're not alone, I'll wait till the end of time
Open your mind, Surely it's plain to see
You're not alone, I'll wait till the end of time for you
Open your mind, Surely there's time to be with me
It is the distance, that makes life a little hard
Two minds that once were close, Now so many miles apart
I will not falter though, I'll hold on till you're home
Safely back where you belong, And see how our love has grown
You're not alone, I'll wait till the end of time
Open your mind, Surely it's plain to see
You're not alone, I'll wait till the end of time for you
Open your mind, Surely there's time to be with me

song performed by by Olive
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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100% Fatal

I suffer from a malady.
which is slowly killing me.
There’s no known cause nor any cure.
Its something which I must endure.

A disease universally
accepted reluctantly
As affecting every race
A truth that everyone must face.

We’re born to live a while than die.
Its only when the end draws nigh.
That we review the life we’ve led,
what we could have done instead.

If we had known what we now know.
When we were young so long ago.
Would we have done things differently?
We cannot say with certainty.

Our lives are ruled by circumstance.
We roll the dice and take our chance.
Sometimes we win, sometimes we lose
complaining is of little use.

We can’t opt out refuse to play
the game continues anyway.
Why are we born only to die.
There has to be a reason why.

A part of some great master plan
too complex for the mind of man
to grasp in it’s entirety.
Embracing all impartially.

Wednesday,18 November 2009
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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When I Reach The Place Im Goin

When I reach the place Im goin? br> I will surely know my way
And I will turn and look inside me
And bid farewell to one more day
Every light begins with darkness
Every flower is once a seed
And with the sun and wind to test us
We are bound to be released
I will fly beyond this valley
I will open up the gate
And when I reach the place Im goin? br> I will surely know my way
We have hands to hold our sorrow
We have tears to heal the pain
And though your eyes ask many questions
On your lips I hear my name
I was born without a whisper
I was born beneath the rain
But when I reach the place Im goin? br> I will surely know my way
I will surely know my way

song performed by by Wynonna Judd
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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When I Reach The Place Im Goin

When I reach the place Im goin? br> I will surely know my way
And I will turn and look inside me
And bid farewell to one more day
Every light begins with darkness
Every flower is once a seed
And with the sun and wind to test us
We are bound to be released
I will fly beyond this valley
I will open up the gate
And when I reach the place Im goin? br> I will surely know my way
We have hands to hold our sorrow
We have tears to heal the pain
And though your eyes ask many questions
On your lips I hear my name
I was born without a whisper
I was born beneath the rain
But when I reach the place Im goin? br> I will surely know my way
I will surely know my way

song performed by by Wynonna Judd
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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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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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Born In A Prison

Were born in a prison, raised in a prison,
Sent to a prison called school.
We cry in a prison, we love in a prison,
We dream in a prison like fools.
Wood becomes a flute when its loved,
Reach for yourself and your battered mates.
Mirror becomes a razor when its broken,
Look in the mirror and see your shattered fate.
We live with no reason, kicked round for no reason,
Thrown out without reason like tools.
We work in a prison and hate in a prison,
And die in a prison as a rule.
Wood becomes a flute when its loved,
Reach for yourself and your battered mates.
Mirror becomes a razor when its broken,
Look in the mirror and see your shattered fate.
We live in a prison mong judges and wardens
And wait for no reason for you.
We laugh in a prison, go through all four seasons,
And die with no vision of truth.
Wood becomes a flute when its loved,
Reach for yourself and your battered mates.
Mirror becomes a razor when its broken,
Look in the mirror and see your shattered fate.
Born in a prison!
(born in a prison!)
(born in a prison!)
(born in a prison!)
Born in a prison!
(born in a prison!)
(born in a prison!)
Born in a prison!
Born in a prison!
Born in a prison!
(born in a prison!)
(born in a prison!)
Born in a prison!

song performed by by Yoko Ono
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Born In A Prison

Were born in a prison, raised in a prison,
Sent to a prison called school.
We cry in a prison, we love in a prison,
We dream in a prison like fools.
Wood becomes a flute when its loved,
Reach for yourself and your battered mates.
Mirror becomes a razor when its broken,
Look in the mirror and see your shattered fate.
We live with no reason, kicked round for no reason,
Thrown out without reason like tools.
We work in a prison and hate in a prison,
And die in a prison as a rule.
Wood becomes a flute when its loved,
Reach for yourself and your battered mates.
Mirror becomes a razor when its broken,
Look in the mirror and see your shattered fate.
We live in a prison mong judges and wardens
And wait for no reason for you.
We laugh in a prison, go through all four seasons,
And die with no vision of truth.
Wood becomes a flute when its loved,
Reach for yourself and your battered mates.
Mirror becomes a razor when its broken,
Look in the mirror and see your shattered fate.
Born in a prison!
(born in a prison!)
(born in a prison!)
(born in a prison!)
Born in a prison!
(born in a prison!)
(born in a prison!)
Born in a prison!
Born in a prison!
Born in a prison!
(born in a prison!)
(born in a prison!)
Born in a prison!

song performed by by Yoko Ono
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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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,

Short Rondel format

15/10/2009
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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I Was Not When You Were Born, You Were Old When I Was Born

I was not when you were born,
You were old when I was born.
You regret that I was late born,
I regret that you were early born.
I was not when you were born,
You were old when I was born.
I wished to have been born together,
We could enjoy our time together.
You were not when I was born,
I was old when you were born.
I was so far away from you,
You were so distant from me.
You were not when I was born,
I was old when you were born.
I’d become a flower-seeking butterfly,
And sleep on the fragrant grass every night.

poem by by unknown author
Submitted by Dan Costinaş
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Life is for living forfriend Thad.

I’m musing on mortality.
Which seems entirely apposite.
I think at my age I should be.
I can see clearly with hindsight.

As I recall the distant past.
Three quarters of a century.
The long years all too quickly passed.
Experience that made me, me.

I know that one day I will die.
I cannot know when that will be.
So until then I can but try
to use my time productively.

I read and write, I paint and draw
and I maintain my interest
in everything I’ve done before
and tackle new projects with zest.

Although I was born long ago
I don’t admit to being old.
Because I’m wise enough to know.
I should not put my life on hold.

Take to my armchair, watch TV
As others may expect me too.
Sit back and just wait patiently
for death. Something I will not do.

Until the day I die I’ll try
to live as I have always done.
I will think optimistically
and find each day some time for fun.

Saturday,03 April 2010
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Slouching Towards Bethlehem

Turning and turning
Within the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer
Things fall apart
The center cannot hold
And a blood dimmed tide
Is loosed upon the world
Nothing is sacred
The ceremony sinks
Innocence is drowned
In anarchy
The best lack conviction
Given some time to think
And the worst are full of passion
Without mercy
Surely some revelation is at hand
Surely it's the second coming
And the wrath has finally taken form
For what is this rough beast
Its hour come at last
Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born
Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born
Hoping and hoping
As if by my weak faith
The spirit of this world
Would heal and rise
Vast are the shadows
That straddle and strafe
And struggle in the darkness
Troubling my eyes
Shaped like a lion
It has the head of a man
With a gaze as blank
And pitiless as the sun
And it's moving its slow thighs
Across the desert sands
Through dark indignant
Reeling falcons
Surely some revelation is at hand
Surely it's the second coming
And the wrath has finally taken form
For what is this rough beast
Its hour come at last
Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born
Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born
Raging and raging
It rises from the deep
Opening its eyes
After twenty centuries
Vexed to a nightmare
Out of a stony sleep
By a rocking cradle
By the Sea of Galilee
Surely some revelation is at hand
Surely it's the second coming
And the wrath has finally taken form
For what is this rough beast
Its hour come at last
Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born
Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born

song performed by by Joni Mitchell
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Morning Hymn

Gladly do I greet the dawn
a new day born for me to see.
The dawn chorus fills my ears.
Banishes all fears: I’m free
to raise my hymn of praise.
To the suns rays. I ought to
in gratitude for the sight
of morning light. So I do.

Awdl gwnedd form

07/11/2009
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Slouching Toward Bethlehem

Based on a poem by w.b. yeats
Turning and turning
Within the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer
Things fall apart
The center cannot hold
And a blood dimmed tide
Is loosed upon the world
Nothing is sacred
The ceremony sinks
Innocence is drowned
In anarchy
The best lack conviction
Given some time to think
And the worst are full of passion
Without mercy
Surely some revelation is at hand
Surely its the second coming
And the wrath has finally taken form
For what is this rough beast
Its hour come at last
Slouching towards bethlehem to be born
Slouching towards bethlehem to be born
Hoping and hoping
As if by my weak faith
The spirit of this world
Would heal and rise
Vast are the shadows
That straddle and strafe
And struggle in the darkness
Troubling my eyes
Shaped like a lion
It has the head of a man
With a gaze as blank
And pitiless as the sun
And its moving its slow thighs
Across the desert sands
Through dark indignant
Reeling falcons
Surely some revelation is at hand
Surely its the second coming
And the wrath has finally taken form
For what is this rough beast
Its hour come at last
Slouching towards bethlehem to be born
Slouching towards bethlehem to be born
Raging and raging
It rises from the deep
Opening its eyes
After twenty centuries
Vexed to a nightmare
Out of a stony sleep
By a rocking cradle
By the sea of galilee
Surely some revelation is at hand
Surely its the second coming
And the wrath has finally taken form
For what is this rough beast
Its hour come at last
Slouching towards bethlehem to be born
Slouching towards bethlehem to be born

song performed by by Joni Mitchell
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Keeping Faith for M lady Naizz

Keeping Faith.

I am benighted and afraid.
Darkness descended rapidly.
As if the gods themselves forbade
me to complete successfully.
The pilgrimage to which I’m sworn
to save my soul from jeopardy
I'll watch and pray until the morn
And then continue on my way
Though demons whisper in the night
and challenge all that I believe
My faith sustains me in the fight.
At first light I will surely leave.
I will defeat the enemy
and reach my goal triumphantly.

22/04/2009

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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Watch and Pray.

A baby who was born too soon.
Is struggling bravely to survive
Perhaps the Gods will grant the boon
we ask and let this tiny baby live.
For now we watch with bated breath
for any sign of progress made
with our support to fend off death.
We hope and pray she makes the grade.
We can but wait and hope and pray
There's nothing else that we can do.
Nature has the final say
She can make our dreams come true.
Nature can correct mistakes
Total faith is all it takes.

Sunday,31 January 2010
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Wasnt Born To Follow

(gerry goffin / carole king)
Though Id rather go and journey
Where the diamond crescents glowing
Run across the valleys
Beneath the sacred mountain
And wander through the forest
Where the trees of leaves are prisms
That break the light of day into colours
That no-one knows the names of
And when its time
I go and wait beside
A legendary fountain
til I see your form reflected
In its clear and jewelled water
And if you think Im ready
You may lead me to the chasm
Where the rivers of our vision
Flow into one another
And Ill stay awhile
And wonder at
The myths that theyve created
And lose myself within it
Cleanse my mind and body
And I know at the moment
As I stand in that cathedral
I will want to dive in
The white cascading water, water, water
He may beg
And he may plead
He may argue with his logic
He can mention all the things Ill lose
That really have no value
Though I doubt that he will ever come
To understand my meaning
In the end hell surely know
I was not born to follow
I was not born to follow
I wasnt born to follow, no, no
I wasnt born to follow
I wasnt born to follow, no, no
I wasnt born to follow
I wasnt born to follow
Said i......

song performed by by Dusty Springfield
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You Are Not Alone

In a way it's all,
A matter of time,
I will not worry for you,
You'll be just fine.
Take my thoughts with you,
And when you look behind,
You will surely see a face that you recognize.
Chorus:
You're not alone, I'll wait till the end of time,
Open your mind, surely it's plain to see,
You're not alone, I'll wait till the end of time for you,
Open your mind, surely there's time to be with me...
It is the distance,
that makes like a little hard,
Two minds that once were close,
Now so many miles apart,
I will not falter though,
I'll hold on 'till you're home,
Safely back where you belong,
And see how our love has grown.
Chorus:
You're not alone

song performed by by Live
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Im Still Waiting

(deke richards)
I remember when
I was five and you were ten, boy
You knew that I was shy
So you teased and made me cry
But I loved you
Then one day you came
You told me you were leaving
You gave your folks the blame
And made me cry again
When you said
Little girl
Please dont wait for me
Wait patiently for love
Someday will surely come
Ooh, little girl
Please dont wait for me
Wait patiently for love
Someday will surely come
And Im still waiting
Im waiting
Ooh, still waiting
Im just a fool
Ooh, Im a fool
To keep waiting
Then someone finally came
He told me that he loved me
I put him off with lies
He could see I had no eyes
So he left me once again alone
Like a child without her playmate
I had to face the truth
I was still in love with you
But you said:
Little girl
Please dont wait for me
Wait patiently for love
Someday will surely come
Ooh, little girl
Please dont wait for me
Wait patiently for love
Someday will surely come
And Im still waiting
Love has never shown his face
Since the day you walked out that door
You filled my life with empty space
Come back
Cant you see its you Im waiting for
Dont you know Im waiting
Im waiting for love
For you, I miss you
Im waiting
Come on back, boy
I need you
I want you
Thats what my friends says

song performed by by Diana Ross
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In Command for All The Moms

When I was born I had no choice
whether to protest or rejoice.
I was evicted forcefully
for no good reason I could see.
I would have stayed permanently
had it been left up to me.
Wrapped in the comfort of the womb
where up to now I was welcome.
But Mother Nature obviously
had other plans in mind for me.
She makes the rules all must obey,
that’s how I saw the light of day.
I quickly learnt as babies do
Who’s in control? it's me not you.

5-Oct-08
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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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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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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