Lack of oversight A rant
The quality of mercy is not strained.
Today it seems to be more underused.
Charity appeals have us all confused.
The urge to contribute is now constrained
We can’t be sure that anything is gained
We are afraid donations have been misused
Our generosity has been abused
Although we ask no one has explained.
Exactly where the money raised has gone.
Administration costs are far too high.
The doubts I have will linger on
Until somebody can explain why.
and what the money has been spent upon.
No one accepts responsibility.
Sunday,28 February 2010
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Future Imperfect for friend Ben
The world today is in a dreadful mess.
No one accepts responsibility.
It seems that truth and honour matter less
than expedience apparently.
The only thing we value is success
although it’s been achieved dishonestly
The values which our forbears knew are lost
and everyone of us will bear the cost.
Ottavo Rima
23/08/2009
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Scotland calling.
Scotland Calling.
A land of glens and mountain streams.
Chuckling softly as they flow
A land that haunts the exiles dreams
with memories of long ago.
The dreams they have inherited.
Passed down inside their DNA.
Although some doubts are merited
It seems to be the only way.
We can explain memories
of places we have never seen.
Though scattered through the colonies
It seems embedded in our genes.
Is an urge which prompts us to.
Visit the land our forebears knew.
Saturday,28 August 2010
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Assayed and found wanting.
I saw a(lady) passing by
and I was very glad she passed
Everything about her was a lie.
Pure deception unsurpassed.
Despite the glances which she cast
in my direction hoping to.
Snare my attention hold me fast
She did not know how much I knew
about her somewhat shady past
.She only saw me as a male
who could be fooled from first to last
Her efforts were to no avail.
I can tell gold from common ore
because I have been fooled before.
Sunday,28 February 2010
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Flying lessons for M'lady Ernestine.
The swallows have successfully
raised up their fledging family.
The little ones now have to try
out their wings and learn to fly.
Although at first reluctantly.
They seem to know instinctively,
the freedom of the sky is theirs.
But only for the bird who dares
to leave the nest and try their wings.
Despite the anxious twitterings
of parent birds who have the right.
To watch their first attempt at flight.
They fly because they know they can.
All part of Mother Natures plan.
Sunday,13 June 2010
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Freedom of choice.
I see God as a neutral force.
A universal power source,
which everyone has access to.
To do the things they choose to do.
It can be used for good or ill
according to the users will.
But like any power source
there’ll be a price to pay of course.
Be very careful how you use
The power that you’re free to choose.
It’s your responsibility.
You cannot claim to be blame free
For what you freely chose to do.
You’ll foot the bill when it falls due.
Sunday,27 February 2011
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Grace notes echoinf for M lady Olfa
The eastern sky is growing bright.
Signalling the end of night.
Soon in due course the rising sun
confirms a new day has begun
The morning silence broken by
a lark that carols from on high.
Instinctively when she takes wing
.She knows her duty is to sing.
Because she has survived the night
Because a new day has begun
Because she free to fly on high.
Because she knows that her singing.
Is something she’s required to do.
Yet every day her song is new.
Tuesday,02 February 2010
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Tourist attraction. for M' lady Denise
A hanging stone on the high tor.
Is balancing precariously.
A well known curiosity
Which may well last for evermore.
It has defied the elements.
We think for many centuries
and barring any accident
It will remain place to tease.
The pessimists who are quite sure
The day will come when it must fall.
The hanging stone is a treasure
Which belongs to one and all.
The hanging stone on the high tor
A monument you can’t ignore.
Sunday,18 July 2010
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Fair Warning.
Methinks thou art a lying knave.
To thy desires nought but a slave.
Prepared to grovel if needs must
to satisfy thy endless lust.
Philandering thy favourite game
pursuing any maid or dame..
Thou treateth women with contempt
With honeyed words thou dost attempt.
Seduction as is thy wont.
Now listen well to what I want.
I want thee far away from here.
If thou should choose to linger near.
Then surely I will run you through
As any decent man would do.
Sunday,11 July 2010
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They Can Not Live Without That Fix
MONEY
MONEY
MONEY
Less is the significance.
And the importance,
Of one's quality of life.
Once the having of money,
And the affect of it...
Became the impression,
One wanted to make.
To flaunt and have it,
And from their pockets drip!
MONEY
MONEY
MONEY
And the satisfaction teased,
Would increase with a taste...
For more of it.
Until those not having it,
Were quickly despised.
And with character assassinations...
There became a rise of ruined lives,
With deciet, lies and alibis!
MONEY
MONEY
MONEY
Drifting in mental fits,
Are those today being weened away from it.
Crazed in protests...
With voices raised demanding,
And with their minds splitting into pieces!
A feeding of greed has done this.
At the expense of their consciousness!
MONEY
MONEY
MONEY
And just like addicts!
They can not live without that fix!
MONEY
MONEY
MONEY
They want yours and mine!
And anything that looks like it!
MONEY
MONEY
MONEY
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Shouldn't Be
Refuge centres, care homes and the like,
All vying for their cause or plight.
Even the last place like hospices,
Relying on subsidies, to ease last wishes.
Charity for kids abused,
Donation money misused.
Just one story,
Of one charity.
Most are reputable, I'd like to agree,
But money breeds corruption, in our caring society.
An allowed travesty in a democracy.
Whatever form of government, plain to see,
All of the above shouldn't be.
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Mutual respect for friend Chandra.
Does God exist or does he not.
We cannot prove it either way.
Though arguments wax strong and hot.
What does it matter anyway.
If you have faith and you believe
Perhaps that makes it true for you
If I lack faith and can’t perceive
things in the same way that you do.
That does not mean that you are right
nor does it mean that I am wrong.
Although our views are opposite
It’s possible to get along.
We can agree to disagree.
There’s no need for disharmony.
Sunday,24 January 2010
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I am a man!
I am a man full grown.
I have the right to choose
To make my way alone
What have I got to lose? .
If I refuse to do
as you expect me to.
I owe nothing to you
I will choose my own way.
Today and every day
I am man, my own man
Friday,05 March 2010
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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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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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Infidels prayer.
It seems from mankind’s history,
that there is and will always be.
Some new compelling reason why.
Men are prepared to fight and die
in pursuit of some abstract cause.
They think they have the right to force
on other men who disagree
and will resist them violently.
Religions come, religions go
and every new one claims to know.
Much better than the ones before
and is prepared to go to war.
On anyone who disagrees.
God save me form religion please.
Sunday,31 January 2010
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Mutual antipathy.
Mutual antipathy
monotetra
I cannot say with certainty
that I am right though I might be.
You have the right to disagree.
I will consider carefully
the reasons that you offer me.
As to why you can’t agree.
I think that very possibly
there’s little possibility
That you will ever agree with me
You can’t admit that I might be
correct. Because you dislike me.
You are not thinking logically
I cannot claim with honesty
that I am quite prejudice free.
I don’t like you, you don’t like me.
At least on that we can agree.
Sunday,01 August 2010
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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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Fixed routine.
I always choose to take this way
This quiet path leads to my door,
Today as every other day.
I have no fear that I may stray.
I see no reason to explore.
I always choose to take this way.
Here sun and shadow interplay
Creating shapes not seen before.
Today as every other day.
The song thrush sings his roundelay.
I feel my jaded spirits soar
I always choose to take this way.
Though I could choose another way
I am aware of two or more.
Today as every other day.
It adds some pleasure to my day
a feeling I have known before.
I always choose to take this way
Today as every other day.
Wednesday,10 November 2010
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A simple man.
I am not a Christian
Nor a Muslim or a Jew
I am just a simple man.
Who has a different point of view.
I can't believe the fairy tales.
Which I was taught in my youth.
Because the evidence fails
to convince me of their truth.
I am prepared to listen to.
What you believe with due respect.
But I expect respect from you.
Though you're entitled to reject.
What I believe as being false.
A matter of selection
I dance a jig you choose to waltz.
A different dance for everyone.
Sunday,12 February 2012
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Marry in haste, repent at leisure.
Begone wan ghost what wantest thou.
Why dost thou haunt me constantly
I owe no duty now to thee
I did whilst thou didst live but now
There is no law that doth allow
a long dead wife to harass me.
When kindly death hath set me free.
I suffered thy tongue long enow.
Thou wert a shrew with bitter tongue.
Thou didst not hesitate to use
to make my life a misery.
The choice I made when I was young
led to a lifetime of abuse.
God knows I am well rid of thee.
Sunday,07 February 2010.
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