My Secret Place for Friend Thad
This lonely reed surrounded pool.
Far from the noise of other men.
Is always serene, cool and green.
The haunt of grebe and water hen.
I found it quite by accident.
Somehow it seemed to call to me,
as if it knew I’d be content
to sit beside it quietly.
And it is true I’m happy here.
I can find peace to meditate.
Nobody comes to interfere
and I achieve an altered state
of consciousness in which I go
beyond the little word I know
I recognise no boundary
and for a little while I’m free.
Although I temporarily
escape the laws of gravity
I must return reluctantly
to the world of reality.
This reed fringed pool has proved to be.
A place where I can instantly
attain perfect serenity.
Free from the worlds insanity.
2-Dec-08
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Centred experimental form
Centred
The silence of the night profound.
Unbroken by the slightest sound.
Envelopes me.
Serenity envelopes me
From earthly worries I am free
Just for a while.
I can enjoy just for a while
a complete change from my life style.
No need to rush.
I am content no need to rush.
Sit quietly amidst the hush.
I still my mind.
Effortlessly I still my mind
and meditate until I find
my inner core.
When I have reached my inner core
I need not struggle any more.
I am at peace.
I realise I am at peace
when all my errant thought trains cease.
I can just be.
I understand I can just be
if only temporarily.
Then I must go.
An hour or two then I must go
back to the noisy world I know.
Reluctantly.
Surrendering reluctantly
the only time that I am free
to be just me.
21-Oct-08
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Contentment for M'lady C.T.Heart
How do you measure happiness?
Is it a question of degree?
A measurement of more or less
discontent to ecstasy.
Is it enough to be content?
I think for most that must be true.
Although sometimes by accident
you are allowed a different view.
One moment of pure ecstasy.
You know you are connected to
Everything: An epiphany
which makes you change your world view.
I think perhaps to be content
for me is quite sufficient.
21-Jul-08
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Escape Mechanism
I was in pain, in agony
and saw no way to gain relief.
Then all at once I seemed to be
beside myself quite literally.
Some how I had escaped my pain
just left my agony behind
so I was comfortable again.
I thought at first I was insane.
And yet I knew I was still me
but by some magic of my mind.
I had escaped I’d struggled free.
Although it felt quite strange to see.
My body sitting in my chair.
To see myself from the outside.
As though I was both here and there.
I found it rather hard to bear.
I wondered then if I had died
and that was how I came to be
Observing myself from outside
I understood I must decide
I had a choice to be pain free
and leave the life I knew behind.
I chose somewhat reluctantly
and I returned immediately.
Back to the inside looking out
I don’t pretend to understand
what happened but I have no doubt.
Although I rarely talk about.
The day I found that I could be
in two places at one time.
Experience simultaneously
to be pain wracked and be pain free.
I sometimes voluntarliy
decide to take a holiday
from aches and pains which distress me.
Be pain free temporarily.
All men must die and so will I,
I do not let it worry me.
But until then I can but try
to bear my suffering patiently.
When it gets to much to bear
I close my eyes and I escape
to somewhere else I‘m not sure where
nor do I think I really care.
1-Oct-08
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Time out. for M lady Denise Bekker
The fountain murmurs quietly,
in the rose garden in the sun.
A haven of serenity
where I relax when work is done.
Inhale the perfume thankfully
It serves to calm my troubled mind.
This is a special place to me.
The only place where I can find
the peace I need to meditate.
Unwind after a busy day
and let the perfumes permeate.
To soothe me in their subtle way.
The fountain murmurs quietly,
its gentle song entrancing me.
Wednesday,09 June 2010-06-09
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Take five
I disassociate my mind
from the coarse body housing me.
I leave the density behind
Untrammelled, free from gravity
I revel in the liberty
and travel at the speed of thought
to anywhere I want to be.
With other entities consort.
Communicating mind to mind
there can be no dishonesty
We can no longer hide behind
a mask or false identity.
Here kindred souls can congregate
and share their commonality.
Although we must appreciate
freedom’s only temporary.
It’s sad but true we must return
back to our bodies once again.
Full freedom we have yet to earn
we must endure the denser plane.
Bu those of us who meditate
until we can achieve release
Can for a while appreciate
the benefits of perfect peace.
Though we return reluctantly
we are refreshed and ready to
face any problems there may be
that lie in wait back home for you.
5-Mar-08
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Im Set Free
(reed)
Ive been set free and Ive been bound
To the memories of yesterdays clouds
Ive been set free and Ive been bound
And now Im set free
Im set free
Im set free to find a new illusion
Ive been blinded but
Now I can see
What in the world has happened to me
The prince of stories who walk right by me
And now Im set free
Im set free
Im set free to find a new illusion
Ive been set free and Ive been bound
Let me tell you people
What I found
I saw my head laughing
Rolling on the ground
And now Im set free
Im set free
Im set free to find a new illusion
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Can it be wrong?
Can it be wrong
A shaft of sunlight through the trees
plays on the surface of a pool.
Unruffled by the slightest breeze.
Presents a scene both green and cool.
A quiet place to sit and dream
and while a pleasant hour away.
Just musing on some far fetched scheme
of what you might do one fine day.
The stillness calms your restless mind.
You feel all tensions drain away
forget the world you left behind.
Although you know you cannot stay
beside the pool within the wood.
Can it be wrong to wish you could?
2-Sep-08
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Day dreaming for M'lady Chitra
Where tender grasses rim the stream.
Which gurgles as it flows along
I am content to sit and dream.
While listening to the black bird's song.
I do not need to work today.
Weekends two days I love the best.
I work from Monday ‘til Friday.
Saturday and Sunday I can rest
Time to indulge my fantasies
Beside the ever flowing stream
Exploring possibilities.
Which only happen when I dream.
I set my questing spirit free.
To fly to where it wants to be.
Though I remain here bodily.
Constrained by laws of gravity.
My spirit brooks no argument
Recognises no boundary.
With that I have to be content.
Until I die then I'll be free.
To rise on high in wingless flight.
No longer bound by gravity.
And make my way towards the light.
I hope to find serenity.
Saturday,03 March 2012
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Subterranean for M lady Deana
Cascades of crystal water flow
into the waiting pool below.
The force and power of the descent
Renders the water turbulent.
Although hemmed in by rocky walls,
the pool beneath the water falls
is never known to overflow.
I wonder where the waters go.
Far, far away a river flows.
I have been told by one who knows.
Its source is that same rocky pool
which send its waters clear and cool
By secret streams deep underground
to where an exit can be found
A pathway to the world outside
to form a river deep and wide.
Close by its brink I sit and think
as shy wild creatures come to drink.
His explanation could be true
a train of thought which I pursue.
At last I find I must accept
this rather startling new concept
Which solves for me a mystery
I need no longer wonder why.
That distant pool won’t overflow
it has some outlet down below.
Which sets the pent up waters free
to run swiftly and secretly.
Through passages unknown to men
until it can emerge again.
Into the light where it can be
a broad stream dreaming placidly.
20-Nov-07
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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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Live and let live
A long abandoned grave yard lies
outside the city boundary.
It has become a paradise,
A well established sanctuary.
Unwanted pets turned out to roam
by cruel owners who don’t care.
Are welcome here to make a home
amongst their wilder brethren there.
beside the graves in disrepair
or in the brambles overgrown.
They are quite sure to find a lair,
some place that they can call their own.
Although the predators still prey
They’re only acting naturally
by following Dame Natures way.
They co exist quite happily.
Eat or be eaten is the law.
You will not get a second chance
for nature’s red in tooth and claw.
The price of life is vigilance.
At least they live free from fear
of mans unthinking cruelty
Few humans ever venture near
this abandoned cemetery.
13-Aug-08
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Cool Water
Words and music by bob nolan
Revised lyrics by joni mitchell
All day I face the barren waste
Without a taste of water
Cool water
Old dan and i
Our throats slate dry
Our spirits cry out for water
Cool clear water
Keep on movin dan
Some devils had a plan
Buried poison in the sand
Dont drink it man
Its in the water
Cool clear water
In my mind I see
A big green tree
And a river flowin free
Waitin up ahead
For you and me
Cool clear water
The nights are cool and Im a fool
Each star is a pool of water
Cool water
But come the dawn
We carry on
We wont last long without water
Cool clear water
Keep on movin dan
Were still in no-mans land
Dry bones and sand
People never planned here for water
Cool clear water
In my mind I see
A big green tree
And a river flowin free
Waiting up ahead for you and me
Cool clear water
The shadows sway
They seem to say
Tonight we pray for water
Cool water
And way up there
If you care
Please show us where
Theres good water
Cool clear water
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My Time for M lady Ann Beard
Hoar frost on trees can imitate
the snow white blossoms of the spring.
On this I choose to meditate
to clear my mind of everything.
The whirling thoughts which madly dance
and try to hold my interest.
Cannot disturb my quiet trance
they cease to spin and fall to rest
My mind is clear as a deep pool
reflecting nothing but the sky.
The placid depths are clear and cool.
I’m only conscious I am I.
This is my time to simply be
If only temporarily.
2-Jan-09
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Short term gains experimental form
A great grey/green expanse of mud.
Covered twice daily by the flood
when the high tide comes flowing in.
Where does land end and sea begin?
Adapted to their habitat
the denizens live happily.
They recognise no boundary.
For they are free to come and go
between the salt marsh and the sea.
They know all that they need to know.
Adapted to their habitat
the denizens live happily.
Here they can live quite easily
safe from most land based predators
protected by the friendly sea.
The wading birds parade in force.
Adapted to their habitat
the denizens live happily.
To men a bleak unfriendly place.
To wading birds a paradise
providing them with a safe base
which guarantees their food supplies.
Adapted to their habitat
the denizens live happily.
Until men choose to interfere
and build dykes to hold back the sea.
The mud flats slowly disappear
The denizens are forced to flee.
For men adapt their habitat
so they can live more comfortably.
Though nature wins eventually
she will regain that which men claim
as theirs by waiting patiently.
She knows that she will win the game.
Though men adapt their habitat
it’s only temporarily.
The works of man though built to last
are not immune to nature’s laws.
They’re undermined and overcast
by years that slowly pass of course.
Nature restores the habitat
back to the way it used to be.
The birds return to their domain
as if they’d never been away
What man once held the birds regain
as Mother Nature gets her way.
Adapted to their habitat
the denizens live happily.
22-Feb-09
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Sea Dreams for M'lady Tara
The softly sighing sea it seems
surreptitiously alters dreams.
Subconsciously the ebb and flow
of surging tides which come and go.
Affects us adventitiously.
Almost as if by accident.
Awakening our sleeping souls
to strive for ever higher goals.
When wide awake we dare not try.
we wait until we are asleep.
To pursue dreams in which we fly
as though we are content to creep.
earthbound through every dreary day.
But sleeping listen to the sea
which tells us there’s a better way.
Because we are not meant to be.
Condemned to creeping sluggishly
along the surface of the ground.
In dreams we can triumphantly
spread our wings and fly around.
As freely as the restless sea
Acknowledging no boundary.
Imagination holds the key
unlocks the door and set us free.
The soft seductive murmuring
of breakers lapping at the shore.
Promote nocturnal wandering
to places we’ve not seen before.
We leave our bodies far behind
Enjoying the brief liberty
to seek and if we’re lucky find
A place which suits us perfectly.
Our bodies rest our minds do not.
Instinctively we know it’s true.
When morning comes we have forgot
and face the humdrum world anew.
According to our circumstance
Although some times we slip into
some kind of daydream semi trance.
Though you may not I know I do.
A brief and fleeting holiday,
a temporary state of bliss.
Relieve boredom of the day.
Could anyone begrudge us this?
The chances are no one will know
that quietly you’ve slipped away
No one will notice if you go
nor will they miss you anyway.
They too are lost in their day dreams
and only some emergency
will draw them quickly back it seems.
To the world of reality.
3-Dec-08
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London Pool
London Pool's in London town,
Ay, boys! O boys!
London Pool's in London town,
Where the great ships anchor down!
O to shake the canvas free,
Hear the cordage cheerily
Whistling to the open sea
Down from London Pool, O!
London Pool's a crowded place,
Ay, boys! O boys!
London Pool's a crowded place,
Crafts and crews of every race!
O to hear the clanking chain
Trail along the wharf again, -
Hear the tautening ropes astrain
Down from London Pool, O!
London Pool's a gallant sight,
Ay, boys! O boys!
London Pool's a gallant sight,
Toil by day and glare by night!
O to shake our heels and go, -
Feel the four free winds ablow,
Hail the lights of long ago
Down from London Pool, O!
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Only a thought away for M'lady Tara
The moonlight casts across the lake. A gleaming path which dreamers take
which leads them to or so it seems a magic land of fulfilled dreams
A different reality where they are granted instantly
The powers which they need to be utterly and completely free
To travel at the speed of thought to see the silver dragons sport
their changing colours as they fly in graceful dance across the sky
Or watch the mermaids as they play amidst the surf at break of day.
Though every wish is satisfied eventually they must decide
To leave the realms of fantasy, returning to reality.
The hum drum world of every day, resume the roles they have to play
but they return refreshed renewed. More positive in attitude
than those sad soul who dare not take the silver path across the lake
But choose instead to lie awake regretting every past mistake.
Because they lack the courage to, do what wiser dreamers do.
So take your courage in both hands forget this world and its demands
Just set your troubled spirits free to roam the lands of fantasy.
It does not take too long to learn and once you’ve been you will return.
You are quite free to come and go between the worlds you’ll come to know.
The boring world of every day or fantasy when you wish to play.
10-Aug-08
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Day Off
A placid pool unruffled by
the slightest breeze reflects the sky.
The sky a cerulean blue
takes on a slightly darker hue.
Sometimes a fluffy cloud or two
will slowly drift into my view.
I sit beneath a shady tree.
I am content to simply be
an observer of the scene
and draw comparisons between.
The peaceful pool and the clear sky.
Its not my place to wonder why.
I am relaxing happily
exactly where I want to be.
02/07/2009
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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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Here and There for M'lady Mary Gordley
To you they are pure fantasy.
To me they are reality,
So we are bound to disagree.
In worlds I visit frequently,
you can see dragons flying free.
But only if you have the key.
To open up your tight closed mind
to all the wonders you can find
when reality is left behind.
Try it out what can you lose,
travel anywhere you choose.
You have free will you can refuse.
But when I need a holiday.
I close my eyes and drift away.
7-Jun-08
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