Into the unknown
We are condemned at birth to die.
This the fate of everyman
and no amount of wealth can buy
an added hour to your span
Though some die young by accident.
And others reach a ripe old age.
By well established precedent,
each one of us must leave the stage.
For everyone the curtain falls
when we have performed our part
There is no time for curtain calls
our time is up and we depart.
What happens next a mystery.
Which man has yet to penetrate.
Death is the only certainty.
A fact we must accept as true.
Some people see death as the end
and that we simply cease to be.
Yet others think that we ascend
towards the light triumphantly.
The churches promise paradise.
A reward for the faithful few.
But I believe a man who’s wise
will be prepared to listen to.
The many different points of view
which priest of all the creeds express.
Each one convinced his words are true.
As for myself I must confess.
I do not think we’re meant to know.
I can accept that easily.
We have to wait until we go
to solve the final mystery.
Though some of you may disagree
and see me as a stubborn fool.
In truth you know no more than me.
but parrot what you learnt at school.
8-Aug-08
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Either or: both can't be true fpr Joe Poewhit
No one canprove that God exists.
No one can prove that God does not
and yet the arguments persists.
I do not know which view is true.
Nobody does apparently.
What you believe is true for you.
What I believe is true for me.
I think the evidence suggests
we should agree to disagree.
Accept the possibility
that either viewpoint could be true.
God could be fact or fantasy.
Why should we argue fruitlessly.
An argument no one can win.
God must remain a mystery,
Tuesday,22 December 2009
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Sceptical
In the beginning was the word.
A statement patently absurd.
This is the message we receive
from priests who think we should believe.
If there were none to speak or hear.
It is not credible I fear.
The myths and legends multiply
but always fail to satisfy.
My avid curiosity
I simply can’t believe you see.
I think the truth is no one knows
nor ever I will I must suppose.
Why can’t these learned men confess?
they know no more and often less.
Than those who they attempt to teach.
Some knowledge is beyond their reach
and must remain a mystery.
This is the only certainty.
To which I have become resigned
but I will keep an open mind.
I’m sceptical that is quite true
but so I think my friend are you.
18-Dec-08
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Renegade
I am cast out, condemned to be
a wanderer in the wilderness
with every man my enemy.
My only crime was to express.
What I believe to be the truth
contrary to the churches view
Although theyoffer men no proof.
Because the see no reason to.
I am expected to accept
and to obey their rigid rules
Follow blindly their precept
like all the other trusting fools.
But I rebelled I could not see
that what they taught must be correct.
I was accused of heresy
They had their regime to protect.
And so they prosecuted me
They said it was self evident
I denied their authority.
I must be punished and repent.
When I refused they cast me out
from their hidebound community.
Merely because I chose to doubt
what they believed the truth to be.
I could not be a hypocrite
and simply pay lip service to
what they demanded as their right.
Accept their faith as being true.
I am an outcast but I’m free
to worship God in my own way
As every man was meant to be.
I’m happy that I broke away.
From their hide bound rigidity
I have my conscience to obey
I find that is enough for me
I do not fear that I will stray.
Far from the path that’s meant for me.
I listen to my conscience speak
and I walk on triumphantly.
To find the truth a man must seek..
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Open to Review. For C.P.Sharma
Although they all believed they knew.
The truth was known to very few
and mostly those who held the view.
A single life time would not do.
For each immortal soul to learn
the lessons needed each in turn.
Which would enable it to earn
the merit needed to return.
From whence it came; the final goal.
To combine with the oversoul
and free from any earthly role.
Just one small part of a perfect whole.
Though I believe that this is true.
It’s only my considered view.
One which is open to review.
Because I know no more than you.
Although different creeds still argue.
Their way and only theirs is true
I think they take a narrow view.
Exactly as they’re taught to do.
The different creeds meet different needs
and on the whole most do succeed.
We ought to judge them by their deeds
and not the tenets of their creed.
Saturday,14 November 200
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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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There can only be one absolute truth.
I thought I wrote but only dreamt a poem showing my contempt
For those who claim to know the truth. I realised when but a youth.
They claim divine authority but had no proof to offer me
I can’t believe that any creed can provide the proof I need.
Amongst themselves they can’t agree so they argue perpetually
Nor do they practice what they preach I think the truth’s beyond their reach
I can accept the faith you hold. I would not dare to be so bold
To think I dare to criticise what you believe. I’ve found it wise.
To tolerate whatever creed which seems to satisfy a need?
That can bring great comfort to those followers to whom it’s true
I seek for truth I cannot find; but would it bring me peace of mind
Or would I feel compelled to share the truth with all men every where
I do not think I could achieve a change in what folks now believe.
I will continue with my quest, I am convinced it’s for the best.
The knowledge gained from all I’ve read is safely stored inside my head
For me to ponder quietly. Beliefs peculiar to me
Although I know they may not be true. I think for now they’ll have to do
Until I find fresh evidence which seems to me make good sense
I believe only bodies die. The soul goes on triumphantly
Transmuted to a higher plane before being reborn again
What I believe may not be true what you believe is up to you
We will find out eventually that is a solid certainty.
24/10/2009
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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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Sunday morning Pests.
Two thousand years or so ago.
Three criminals were crucified.
And yet today we claim we know
One was the son of God and died.
We cannot prove that this true
there’s very little evidence.
But we are still expected to
give these stories full credence.
By word of mouth they were passed down.
Translated from old Aramaic.
They came from sources now unknown
Could they free from all mistake.
When they written finally
Although no doubt with good intent
Were they translated properly
or were they changed by accident.
By accident or purposely.
Perhaps a mixture of the two
To claim divine authority.
To me it simply will not do.
To tell me that I must believe.
What may or may not be true.
Is something which you won’t achieve.
There’s very little you can do.
I can’t accept on faith alone.
Until you can prove the things you teach.
are truths that stand up on their own.
Consider me beyond your reach.
Christianity could very easily
have flourished for a while and died.
It owes its popularity.
To information men supplied.
Who had some private axe to grind
Men who stood to benefit.
Perhaps you think I am unkind
that I can’t prove a word of it
I can’t deny that it is so
I don’t expect you to agree.
But I believe you do not know
The whole truth any more than me.
I can respect what that you believe
I do not find it difficult
But I’m not willing to receive
Indoctrination by some cult.
So please don’t knock upon my door
Attempting to convert me to your view
Because I’ve heard it all before
and I’ve got better things to do.
Than listen to the likes of you.
02/09/2009
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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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No Proof
What I remember can’t be true
and yet to me it seems to be.
I can remember living through
another life lived previously.
Perhaps I’m wrong and they are real
is it a possibility?
I must confess it has appeal
I ponder on it endlessly.
If it were true it would explain
to some extent the mystery.
Are we reborn to live again?
successive lives, serially.
I can’t accept as many do
We will be judged on one life span
Although this is the Christian view
because I’m not a Christian.
The eastern mystics all suggest
That we must pay for all we do
In every life we face a test
there is some task that we must do.
I am inclined towards that view
It seems to make good sense to me.
Much more than paradise would do
be bored for all eternity.
I do not know but can accept
that such a law would simplify.
What everybody can expect
will happen when they come to die.
Heaven, hell and purgatory
would all be relegated to
the status of a fairy story.
But I can’t prove my dreams are true.
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True Heroes
There at my feet my comrade lies
as though he were but fast asleep.
Death came and took him by surprise.
All soldiers know that life is cheap.
As does each politician.
Whose lies persuade young men to go
and sign on as a fighting man.
Because they are too young to know.
Their country’s leaders are not wise.
Although they all profess to be
They all refuse to recognise
in war there is no victory.
Except the claims which death will make.
That he has added to his score
the lives he’s taken and will take.
In this and any future war.
It has been so through history.
Old men send young men to die
and praise them for their bravery
Although they lie and know they lie.
Dead heroes are of little use.
Of course we praise their memory.
It takes a brave man to refuse
to go and face the enemy.
Though some accept they will not kill
but tend wounded where they can
They are prepared to use their skill
to help not harm their fellow man.
01/05/2009
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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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Love And Care From A Terminally ill
I just happened to overhear
That my death is very near
Attending doctors are not clear
As to when exactly I leave this world for ever
From all that which was discussed
Among the the medical faculty focused
On the scan of my brain cells diffused
The days are counted for the holder, not to be disclosed
It was painful, but a reality
I must accept this fact in totality
Death is slated at the time of birth, nay, of fertility
All born in world have to depart one day a certainty
I started crying for a while
But as a nurse appeared, put on a smile
As if all fine with me all the while
Whether she knew or not, the my readying coffin nail
I looked back in the real sense
Visualising all that went on in my life since
The day I started registering me-around happenings
Some exciting, some troubling, some even non-sense
With this Oh, people of the world
Learn that death follows birth, so mould
Before you depart and you need to be bold
To accept this reality, let your self be repeatedly told
Take a lesson from my history
Which had many ups and downs in close repository
I did not manage well the emotional adversary
And I am forced to leave early at not even half a century
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Beyond our ken for M'lady Francesca
Mans boundless curiosity
is not and will never be
satisfied sufficiently
He can’t accept the status quo
There is so much he wants to know
He is obsessed and can’t let go
He seeks for knowledge constantly
but is not wise enough to see.
There is no end there cannot be.
Compelled by curiosity
Inventing new technology
to try and solve the mystery
Of who and what and why he’s here.
But he is doomed to fail I fear.
New questions constantly appear.
The more he learns the less he knows
Although his stock of knowledge grows
His understanding of it slows.
The mind of man can’t comprehend
The quest for knowledge has no end.
We fool ourselves if we pretend.
That there is nothing else to find
and everything has been defined.
A fact to which I am resigned.
Though I’ll continue to pursue
each and every smallest clue.
I have no choice I’m compelled to.
Sunday,18 July 2010
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Purely for fun
Osbert the owl a wise old bird.
Considered history absurd.
He much preferred geography
and who was I to disagree
He knew quite well which he preferred.
A Golden Eagle discontent
discovered quite by accident
That lady eagles were prepared
if they could find a bird who dared
To spare time to experiment
A family of harvest mice.
Decided that it would be nice
To leave the fields and live indoors
which was great mistake of course.
A cat controlled that paradise.
Peter the parrot happily
would use foul language constantly
He did not know what his words meant
and thus he sinned without intent
So we forgave him readily.
Swiftly runs the female cheetah
its extremely hard to beat her
When she pursues a currant bun
I’s something which she does for fun.
Because all cheetahs are meat eaters.
17/07/2009
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Summertime? 2006 for M lady Ernestine
.
Now is the winter of our discontent.
Although I must confess it seems to me,
this is not how things are supposed to be.
It goes against established precedent.
The months of summer in the past were spent
outdoors in pleasant sunshine happily.
Though not this year it has rained constantly.
I’m left to wonder where the summer went
The global warming warnings have been changed
Now climate change seems to dominate the new
Expert’s opinions have been rearranged.
Each day appears to change their views.
Their arguments with each other ranged
from certainty to I don’t know what is true.
3-Sep-08
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Absence of light
Absence of light
is not dark.
And in dark
one cannot see
not true.
Threat is there
death threat is
more there.
In death
no body knows
where to go
And here no
begining no end.
Not getting answer
relating to death
is not mystery.
Mystery is what
we see what we
touch what
we smell.
Mystery is we
all are here
at this time
in this light.
Mystery is
not dark
not death.
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One Chapter
One chapter in the book of life
draws to its close; the body dies.
And some will find to their surprise
That their beliefs were based on lies.
False explanations which were rife
Proliferating like spring weeds
in an attempt to meet the needs
of all the different warring creeds
Leading to schisms and to strife
As each instead only they
knew the full truth. So they could say
that their way was the only way.
For man to gain eternal life.
Though they thought they were correct
and taught adherents to accept
That after death they could expect.
Depending, how they’d led their life.
Their due reward or punishment
The lessons taught with good intent
were held to be sufficient.
Although they all believed they knew.
The truth was known to very few
and only those who held the view.
A single lifetime would not do.
For each immortal soul to learn
the needed lessons each in turn
Which would enable them to earn
sufficient merit to return.
From whence they came the final goal
To combine with the oversoul.
Released from any earthly role
just one part of a perfect whole.
1-Nov-08
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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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Enkightenment 08
My soul was retless, discontent.
I strove to find enlightenment
but somehow it eluded me.
I could not solve the mystery.
I sought instruction where I could
adopted what I thought was good.
Continued searching patiently.
I learnt in time not expect
that wisdom would be granted me.
It was not easy to accept.
I realised eventually
until I reached maturity.
Some knowledge was forbidden me.
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