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Obstacles are challenges

The road I choose the path I take.
No different from the road I spurn
But what if I choose by mistake
a path from which I can’t return.

Sometimes our footsteps we retrace
when thorns and briars bar our way.
To try again another day.
Why should we fear a loss of face?
There’s nothing lost by the delay.

We merely bow to circumstance.
We’re wise enough to recognise
it is a hopeless enterprise
.In time we’ll get another chance.
In winter when the brushwood dies.

We will return to satisfy
our burning curiosity.
Explore these byways thoroughly.
On foot and with the naked eye.
No need to act too hastily.

For what we seek we do not know.
An urge which cannot be defined
springs from our deep subconscious mind.
We are compelled we have to go.
Complete the task we self assigned.

20/06/2009

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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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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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I am that I am for C.P.Sharma

I speak to those who choose to hear
To those who choose to see, appear
If you believe you will perceive
if you accept you will receive.
The blessings that I offer you
and in return I ask you to.
Attempt to love your fellow man.
It is not easy but you can
What does it matter black or white
all men are equal in my sight.
You have free will and you must choose
to listen to me or refuse
Be still and let the silence speak.
I am that for which all men seek

23-Dec-08

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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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Tribute to John Masefield 1878-1967

Creed.

I hold that when a person dies.
His soul will return to earth again
Arrayed in some new fleshly disguise.
Another mother gives him birth
with sturdier limbs and brighter brain.
The old soul takes to the road again.

Glosa

I hold that when a person dies
They will receive a second chance.
This universal rule applies
in each and every circumstance.
Although there’s room for argument
To hold this view I am content.

His soul will return to earth again
One life is insufficient
To judge the worth of simple men.
Who go astray by accident
and if their truly penitent.
This does not warrant punishment.

Another mother gives him birth
and raises him with tender care.
Another chance to prove his worth
What I believe is nothing new
but I am certain it is true.

With sturdier limbs and brighter brain.
He will resume his journeying.
Better equipped to start again
he is prepared for anything.
That he may meet upon his quest.
His only task to do his best.

The old soul takes the road again.
As all immortal souls must do.
It’s not important where or when.
What I believe may not be true.
I am content to wait and see
I will find out eventually

Thursday,28 October 2010
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Divine protection?

Although we try, we can’t define the attributes of the divine
So most of us choose to accept what we are told; someone’s concept.

Is God a he? Is god a she, perhaps both simultaneously
Did God create the universe? Is curiosity our curse?

Is it right that we should fear god? I find this idea rather odd
It does not seem appropriate to live in fear the normal state.

Maybe God is a neutral source of power we can tap into
Though we are free to choose our course. Responsible for what we do

I do not know what I believe and I refuse to speculate
There’s nothing guessing will achieve I will not learn if I but wait.

Perchance we are collectively all tiny parts of one great whole
And will attain divinity, when we rejoin the over soul.

A theory you may reject and many will I must expect
alhough I say in its defence you must weigh up the evidence.

Consider what you have been taught, cast doubt on its validity
It may not be as you had thought, an absolute, a certainty.

The truth is that nobody knows. Because we aren’t intended to.
If we were wise we’d recognise some things are hidden from our eyes.

Because we could not comprehend the nature of divinity.
To suffering humanity God must remain a mystery.

17/06/2009
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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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Cliff Dwellers for M lady Ernestine

Cliff Dwellers

The sea cliffs rise majestically.
Perhaps a thousand feet or more
From narrow ledges sea birds soar.
To reap the bounty of the sea.
They demonstrate their mastery
of life along this rocky shore
By hunger driven to explore
the ever changing boundary
Where earth meets sea and sea meets sky.
These buccaneers can pick and choose
a great deal more than they can use.
It seems that nature can supply.
Everything which they might need
to satisfy their boundless greed.

08/10/2009
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Blind Justice for friend Thad

Grey stone walls wherein confined.
A prisoner can meditate
upon the life he left behind
and curse the vagaries of fate.

What weeps upon the withered walls?
sad shadows from his distant past.
His subconscious does not rest at all.
Reminding him that time can pass.

At different rates according to
the differing of circumstance
When he knew freedom the time flew
But when confines there’s little chance

Of happiness that once knew.
Heed now the knocking on the door.
The iron door which will lead to
the gallows then to nothing more.

What glow through the barred window streams?
The last rays of the setting sun.
Never in his wildest dreams
did he believe he’d be the one.

To die when he was innocent.
For something which he had not done.
It seems that fate will not relent
and that his time is nearly gone.

He has appealed to no avail.
The court confirms that he must die.
The stoutest heart is bound to quail
when facing death. Though he will try

to show that he is not afraid.
There is still chance of a reprieve
Which would correct the error made.
He has no choice but to believe.

That some last minute miracle
will save him from the hangman’s noose.
He knows it is illogical
its all he has. He cannot choose.

To just accept and give up hope.
Although it is improbable.
He might escape the hangman’s rope
He still believes it’s possible.

Who’s are the footsteps he can hear.
which hesitate outside his door.
It opens and confirms his fear.
The chaplain and the governor.

19/08/2009
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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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Here and Now for M 'lady Ernestine

I know a bank beside a stream.
Whereon the shy white violets grow
An Ideal place to sit and dream.

At least I know it used to be
but nothing ever stays the same
The world is changing constantly.

You can’t return to yesterday.
Though if you try then you will find
there is a price which you must pay.

If you are wise just stay away
retain your cherished memories.
It’s very different there today.

I could not even find the stream.
Instead a clutch of bungalows,
A cheap and nasty housing scheme.

I came away without delay.
I left as quickly as I could.
My cherished dreams in disarray.

I was a fool I should have known.
You can’t return to yesterday.
Far better leave the past alone.

Concentrate on the here and now
Where you can wield some influence
if circumstances will allow.

08/08/2009
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A story …nothing to say

Flying in the sky wasn't enough
I choose the path to have which was rough.
Dignity and pride moving along with me,
I was the brave one whom all want see.
Like the sky was not enough as much as I thought,
I choose the path but soon the path trouble me too.
Now I am helpless neither I am in sky nor in the path,
What could I do except to survive, cry or die.

Answer
Oh! Little fellow sorry to hear you
But your mouth is not the only mouth to listen,
And your ear is not that which only listen what you speak.
Can you tolerate all of them as you are,
nor in the sky and the path you choose.
I m sorry I can do nothing coz in sky difficult to fly,
In path difficult to survive.
Do what you like, return alone in the sky or choose the next path as you like.
But thing about those dam dignity and pride,
Which will kick you through out the life.

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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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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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At your Service

The road I take a lonely road.
I have no friends or relatives
Nor have I any fixed abode.
my only purpose ending lives.
I do not choose which lives to take
Contrarywise they call on me
to bring an end to their heartache.
When life’s become a misery
If they are living in great pain
and have no way of gaining ease
A burden too much to sustain.
They welcome me I bring release
When you find life too much to bear.
Just call to me and I will hear.

26-Oct-08

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Onward Ever Onward.

I must pursue my endless quest.
My destination is unknown
Although the path is overgrown
I have no choice I must go on.

I’m not allowed to stop and rest
I have to journey on alone.
I have no choice I must go on
although the path is overgrown.

It’s up to me to do my best
until my journeying is done.
Although the path is overgrown
I have no choice I must go on..

Perhaps in time I’ll pass the test
Show I could do it on my own.
I have no choice I must go on
Although the path is overgrown.

Each man must pursue his own quest
It’s something he must do alone.
Although the path is overgrown
There is no choice you must go on.

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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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Happpy Heretic

The seven deadly sins must be.
Reserved for Cardinals and such
who are completely out of touch
with everyday reality
For they believe apparently.
That greed is asking far too much
but gluttony can be a crutch
for those who live in misery

And seeming sloth could be M.E.
Rendered blind by their own pride,
They raise their voice in righteous wrath.
I think perhaps they envy me
because I do not have to hide
my sins. I’m free to choose my path.

18-Oct-08

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Forbidden Knowledge For Dr H.Sheth

Driven by curiosity
the monkey mind of modern man.
Creates new technology
to find out everything he can.

Regardless of the consequence.
He has to know, he is obsessed.
Although rarely can he make sense
of things that catch his interest.

He has to try and satisfy
his raging curiosity.
The normal rules do not apply
to someone searching earnestly

for answers to the mysteries
Which have bedevilled humankind.
Throughout all mankind’s history.
The answers we will never find.

Some knowledge is forbidden us
Because we do not need to know
We’re immature and dangerous.
We must accept the Status Quo

Until we learn to think ahead
Consider probabilities
alternatives to use instead
within our capabilities.

We are spendthrift and profligate
Take what we want without remorse
Destroy much more than we create.
Greed is the creed which we endorse.

04/04/2009
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Final solution implemented

I often feel the urge to kill
and just as often I resist.
I know for sure one day will.
These insane urges still persist.

I told my doctor how I feel.
He said that I must learn to deal
When such urges bother me
that they are only fantasy.

Just yesterday I nearly killed.
My life dream almost fulfilled
But some last shred of decency.
Intervened and prevented me.

The lady was so beautiful
her swan like neck so round and full
Oh Lord the woman tempted me.
I could have killed her easily.

The only way to satisfy
my urge to kill: Someone must die,
make fantasy reality.
the one solution I can see

from which I can no longer hide.
My last resort is suicide.
No one else should have to die
My killing urge to satisfy.

I will depart with dignity
and not all reluctantly.
I’ll overdose, die quietly.
My problems solved permanently.

17/07/2009
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