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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Last Request.
Paralysis progressively
attacks my system stealthily.
There’s no hope of recovery
from the disease affecting me
I must consider carefully
the choices which are left to me
I can decide to linger on
although I know all hope is gone.
There is no cure nor will there be
OR choose to die with dignity.
I see no point in lingering
just to prolong my suffering.
Will you assist my suicide
I don’t expect you to decide
immediately. If you help me.
You lay yourself wide open to
harsh penalties. Which may land you
before a court to justify
the reasons that you helped me die.
You are my friend I can depend
on you to help me make an end.
Despite the risks which you incur
I know quite well you will defer
your decision till you are sure
There is not and cannot be a cure.
Then you will honour my request
Because you think it’s for best.
08/10/2009
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A Cushy Billet.
Lunatic sonnet.
Psychiatrists have labelled me,
In doing so have set me free
From all responsibility.
I need not worry any more.
All of my needs are catered for.
I laugh until my sides are sore.
Although they keep me close confined.
To tell the truth I do not mind.
I left my troubles all behind.
When I was certified insane
I lose much less than what I gain.
I need not ever work again.
I live in idle luxury
My every want provided free.
Monday,15 August 2011
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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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Wishful Thinking.
.
The old year’s coming to its end.
Few will be sad to see it go.
We greet the New Year as a friend
We live in hope but cannot know.
If the New Year will prove to be.
A year in which we can achieve.
Our cherished dreams successfully.
Though some have doubts most can believe.
Despite their past experience
of disappointments they have known
They set aside their common sense
and are sustained by faith alone.
It seems we all prefer to see.
The New Year optimistically.
Saturday,26 December 2009
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Conforming
I cannot unilaterally,
decide to do what pleases me.
How very easy life would be
if that was satisfactory.
Although it makes me furious.
I must confer, debate discuss
until it is unanimous.
I find it rather curious.
It seems your free will is not free.
Although you think it ought to be.
In order to live peacefully
as part of our society.
We have to voluntarily
place limits on our liberty.
05/11/2009
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Intellectual Property
.
The copyright belongs to me.
Which I can prove quite easily
If you attempt to plagiarise.
You might well find to your surprise.
I will not hesitate to sue.
So think again before you do.
You will not get away scott free.
You cannot steal my property.
Such theft incurs a penalty
The Law provides a remedy
for those who claim dishonestly
that they have written it not me.
Are you prepared to pay the price
or wise enough to heed advice.
30/06/2009
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Such luxury is not for me. for friend Thad
A marble floor that’s silken smooth
and walls of carven cedar wood.
What does such ostentation prove?
I do not know but feel I should.
Such luxury is not for me
I am contented with my lot.
I make no effort to impress
I have sufficient for my needs.
It matters not that I have less
than those who feel they must succeed
Such luxury is not for me.
I am contented with my lot
I see no reason to display
I much prefer my privacy.
I live my life in my own way
Accepting life’s reality
Such luxury is not for me.
I am contented with my lot
Though I indulge in fantasy
from time to time like everyone
I know it’s not reality
only a dream that’s quickly gone.
Such luxury is not for me.
I am contented with my lot.
I earn my living honestly
although I’m just an artisan
Better to live quietly
as befits a simple man.
Such luxury is not for me.
I am contented with my lot
A marble floor that’s silken smooth
and walls of carven cedar wood.
What does such ostentation prove?
Something I’ve never understood.
Such luxury is not for me.
I am contented with my lot.
Tuesday,10 November 2009
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Pandemic
The symptoms strike so suddenly
A headache and a runny nose.
Not serious apparently
you have no reason to suppose.
That you have contracted something new
that you will die in agony.
A mutant strain of common flu
an ever changing enemy.
A virus which we can’t contain
because it spreads so easily
An ancient plague has struck again
Invariably fatally
There’s no escape nowhere to run.
Out breaks occur spontaneously
We’re doing all that can be done.
At home and internationally.
Although some victims do survive
we do not know the reason why
What keeps the lucky few alive.
We have no choice we have to try.
To find a cure for this disease
Which some see as a punishment
inflicted by a god displeased
and others as an accident..
We’ve seen it happen once before
The death toll from the Spanish flu
killed more than died in the Great War.
Nature produces something new.
When mankind’s numbers grow too high.
She knows the world can not sustain
too many people some must die
to reach a balance once again.
She does not flinch or hesitate
She knows exactly what to do
she has to act before too late.
So she creates a mutant flu.
Mans tendency to overbreed
Means Mother Nature will decide
there are too many mouths to feed.
The time has come to override.
The wishes of humanity
Reduce their numbers savagely
A task she does efficiently
although perhaps reluctantly.
What seems to be wanton cruelty
can be a blessing in disguise.
There’s every possibility
The race of man will realise.
The time has come to exercise
his free will much more sensibly.
and that in truth the answer lies
in acting more responsibly.
The earths resources are finite
we have to change our wasteful ways.
Or else give in without a fight
and see the end of mankinds days.
26/04/2009
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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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Who was he? Welsh bardic form
Cywydd Llosgynrog.
I am forced to live alone
All those I knew long since gone.
There’s no one left who loves me.
This must be the penalty
I pay for longevity
It will be my turn soon
I am waiting patiently
Death will claim me finally
I will be happy to go.
There’ll be nothing left of me
but a fading memory
Which will be soon forgotten.
Thursday,11 February 2010
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Aiding and Abetting
The right to live, the right to die
It’s my responsibility.
It is my choice or it should be
When life has lost all quality
I am in constant agony
There’s nothing else in life for me
What right have you to prevent me?
from dying with some dignity.
Why do you think I should endure
the agonies that death would cure.
The choice is mine and mine alone
and I have made my wishes known
Who gave you the right to say me nay.
To bid me that I have to stay
Are you prepared to take my place
and face the future that I face.
You have the right to your own view
but you are not entitled to.
Dictate to me what I should do.
Its long past time for a review.
Clarification of the law.
What the law is and what it’s for.
If I should choose the date and time
Of my demise is that a crime.
And if it’s not, assisting me.
Becoming an accessory.
Should not incur a penalty
but seems to do incredibly.
If suicide is not a crime
and is not apparently.
How can you justify the time.
Punishing those who have helped me..
31/07/2009
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Borrowed Time
His life is drawing to its close.
He has lived past three score and ten
and has no reason to suppose
That he should know the how and when.
He is not ready yet to go
his life is full of interest
Although his pace of life is slow
he has retained his youthful zest.
Now often plagued by aches and pains,
accepts them philosophically.
Its very seldom he complains,
he knows there is no remedy
for his ailments. He is quite sure
death will provide a lasting cure.
8-May-08
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Obedient to natures laws
Obedient to nature’s laws.
The last remaining berries glow
On frosted branches white as snow.
A meagre source of sustenance.
Which gives small birds a fighting chance.
Of surviving until the spring.
Returns to renew everything.
The few who manage to survive.
The hardy ones will live and thrive.
Compete for mates with whom to breed
Spring will provide their every need
They will build nest and raise their brood.
Instinctively they know they should.
The last remaining berries fed
The hardiest the rest are dead.
Saturday,21 January 2012
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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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Insanity Rules
Slip loose the moorings of your mind.
Freely embrace insanity
it’s freedom of a different kind
from mere eccentricity.
Once you have been certified
they don’t expect normality
You basic needs will be supplied
accommodation is rent free.
No need to rise unless you choose.
You have no need to earn your keep.
No knotty problems to confuse
your mind, which might disturb your sleep..
So why not choose to be insane.
You will lose less than you can gain.
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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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Vanity
The lady wept hot bitter tears
but could not stay the passing years
She tried to hide the evidence
and willingly spared no expense.
She bought the latest creams and pills
and lotions guaranteed to please
But none of them could cure her ills
Because old age is not disease.
Her older sister wiser far
although she was particular
about hygiene and cleanliness.
Also the way she chose to dress.
Was not afraid of getting old
nor of the tales her wrinkles told.
She said she’d earned them honestly,
displaying them triumphantly.
Old age is not an enemy
you can accept it gracefully.
Or waste your money foolishly
pursuing dreams that cannot be.
24-Jun-08
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Hooked.
I’m sure, deprived of poetry
descent into insanity
would follow.Inevitably
It is my prime necessity
Poetry is my drug of choice.
Without it I would have no voice
either to lament or rejoice.
For I depend on poetry
to validate that I am me.
I am addicted hopelessly.
Wednesday,23 December 2009
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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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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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