The Golden age which never was.
Trebizond the fabled city.
Where everything was fair and just.
Lost to mankind, more’s the pity
Torn apart by greed and lust.
It seems that Mankind’s doomed to be
discontented for evermore.
Because he is too proud to see
he has enough and needs no more.
He has sufficient for his needs
but he is never satisfied.
His discontentment sows the seeds
for lasting peace to be denied.
What you have got he wants to take
by any means he can employ.
His lust and greed he cannot slake
and what he has he can’t enjoy.
He has to guard it constantly.
He is afraid the he might lose
his treasure to some enemy.
Although it is of little use.
For wealth cannot buy happiness.
Dissatisfied he pursues more.
He cannot understand that less
His peace of mind might well restore.
He is condemned by his own greed
to amass more than he can use.
Acquisition is his creed
He does not see that he could choose.
To be content with what he has
and does not need to strive for more
But sadly he will not: Alas
the systems rotten to the core.
Mammon rules the world today.
The cult of the celebrity
to ostentatiously display.
What you have gained dishonestly.
I would we could regain again
The values which our forebears knew.
An honest man was valued then
and what he promised he would do.
Today this rule does not apply
It is acceptable to lie
deny responsibility
and not incur a penalty
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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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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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The Need And The Greed
Need is a desire; greed is a desire.
Desires denied, sufferings surface.
Need is met at ease but not the greed
Which is boundless with sufferings profound.
Need and greed aren’t in water tight cells.
Need might restrict to physical wants.
Greed is for ego’s gratification.
Possessiveness is the sign of the greed.
To earn by wrongful means is from greed.
To exploit and hoard is an act of greed.
To garner and flaunt all you have is greed.
Greedless, though penny-less, you’re loveable.
To sedate the pride is to tame the greed.
To kindle the pride is to fuel the greed.
Having got money, power and possession,
As the result of greed, you will lose peace.
Remove the greed; jealousy is gone.
Remove the greed; no feeling of revenge.
Hail the poor and condemn the greedy.
Then the tendency to grow rich will wane.
Live simple; live humble; then need is less.
Be proud to own a bicycle, not a car.
Value one who owns a bicycle, not a car.
You will have saved energy and the nature.
Don’t embrace comforts, which will weaken you.
Don’t enthuse with ego, which will make loss big.
Unlike the cheat, being poor is not a shame.
Less wants; less sufferings, more happiness.
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With Many With Money
With many with money it is much wants more
I'm sure that's a saying you've often heard before
And many with enough are not satisfied
That greed is addictive cannot be denied
That the gap between the haves and the have nots is widening does seem sad to say
And millions of people are hungry and homeless in the World of today
And for every millionaire hundreds in poverty
Lack of money is the source of inequality
Not all very wealthy people suffer of financial greed
Of wealthy philanthropists we so often do read
With the poor of the World some of their wealth they do share
So great is the kind and generous billionaire
The words much wants more to them does not apply
And credit of them we should never deny.
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Election Year, Your Chance To Have Your Say
The Government has proved to be
corrupt and inefficient.
Prepared to act dishonestly
To everybody’s detriment.
Bar far the favoured few of course.
Who think they are above the law
They cheat and lie without remorse.
In their greed for even more.
Ill gotten gains to salt away
In some tax haven based offshore.
Although they say crime doesn’t pay
It can do if you make the law.
We must defeat them legally.
Expose their crimes to public view
Investigate them thoroughly
And punish them where it is due.
We must restore the old values
The values that our forebears knew.
It’s not a task we can refuse.
What must be done that we will do.
Out with old in with the new.
Elect men of integrity.
Get rid of the dishonest crew.
This is our opportunity.
The systems rotten to the core
And must be scrapped to start anew.
Go back to what we had before
Make honesty the prime virtue.
Don’t give your vote too easily
Think very hard and then decide.
Consider very carefully.
Now is the time to turn the tide.
Erase pork barrel politics.
We must derail the gravy train.
You can’t teach old dogs new tricks.
So throw them out and start again.
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The Gene Of Greed In Us
The gene of greed in us is not to be denied
Many with more than enough do not seem satisfied
With them it does always seem much does want more
I only say here what has been said before
For success through greed many seem to compete
To be wealthiest in the neighbourhood and wealthiest on the street
In the leafy Suburb they drive their big new cars up and down
For to display their wealth in their side of the town,
In their backyard for themselves and their spouses and mates a big swimming pool
In the warmth of the Summer to swim in and keep cool
But in a Human World where millions live in poverty
They do not seem wonderful people to me
And in a Human World where the gap between the haves and the have nots is growing ever wide
The gene of greed in us is not to be denied.
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God Of The Planet
Sometimes I feel God myself
And I create a new world for me
Full of desires lust and greed.
I claim loudly that I am the God of
Insanity immorality and unjust
And you see this world now full of
Greed lust and desires.
Oh people of this planet
Listen me and follow me
I do not claim that I am a prophet
But I am a God of
War and destruction.
Do not cry for peace and virtue
They have disappeared
Because I am here to rule this planet.
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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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Greed
Where there is a need
There is always greed
A rotten exploiting deed
That manifests with speed
When there are mouths to feed
Read between the lines and take heed!
Lurking around is an Inspiring greed
Ready to take advantage and proceed
Even when there is no need to succeed
By now it is agreed, there is always greed
Our desire for more always exceeds our needs
Hence wealth, power and greed have always been married
We always want more
Sometimes I don't know what for
I read to understand what generation of breed
Has given birth to this senseless weed
Because life is a circle of endless greed
I urgently need to know, I plead
Who planted this seed of greed to deliberately mislead?
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Time to Strike
It seems to me necessities
grow more expensive day by day
and at the same time luxuries
cost less than what we used to pay.
The values which we hold today
are not the ones our parents knew
It seems somehow we’ve lost our way.
I am convinced that this is true.
If you can’t pay you should not buy
For credit can put up the price
The crafty merchants have to try
to pay for when they advertise.
The goods for sale we do not need.
So they increase the price of food
Pursuit of profits is their creed.
Yet still they cry misunderstood.
Perhaps its time to call a halt
and force the merchants to review
A system very much at fault
I am afraid unless we do.
Well starve to death in luxury
because we cant afford to eat.
This is not how things ought to be.
I can do nothing but repeat
It seems to me necessities
grow more expensive day by day
and that unneeded luxuries
cost less that what we used to pay.
I find it hard to understand
why we must pay more for our food.
The laws of supply and demand
unless I have misunderstood.
Say necessities should cost less
Than luxuries we do not need
and only purchase to impress.
The merchants know we have to feed.
They do not need to advertise
the foodstuffs which they know we need
but constantly increase the price.
To satisfy their endless greed.
We only have ourselves to blame.
Our apathetic attitude
ensures that we can’t win
Though I am certain that we could
We have the power we could use
to bring the merchants in to line.
If we don’t buy, point blank refuse
except on terms which we define.
They’ll very quickly change their tune
they have to sell
But we wont win if we don’t try
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Coffin Of Gold
All around its greed
More more more I need
If I have one I need more
I am not satisfied anymore
Not in my dream, I would share
Greed overtook me and I stopped to care
I am no longer satisfied with anything
Feel like owning everything
All the money in the world
Still greed tells me more and more
Where I will bury all these wealth
I have lost myself that’s the truth
Help me …to me they plead
Greedy I am to see them plead
What will I do with all these money?
Still more more more I need
Maybe I will have a coffin of gold
Stacked inside with paper money
Where will I take these after I die?
With open arms and in coffin I lie
No more can I hold anything
The truth to leave behind everything
Still I am filled with greed
More more more I need
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Painting In The Woods
HOPE, PEACE, FAITH, LOVE
We can never have enough
Tired of life getting me down
Looking lost was all I found
Everything around me gray
But I saw HOPE today
Walking down the street
Pavement kisses barefoot feet
Left with nothing to say
But I felt PEACE today
Didn't know where to begin
I knew I was full of sin
Somehow I was saved
I found FAITH today
I hugged my kids
And a goodbye kiss
Tomorrow will be a better day
But I held LOVE today
FEAR, GREED, DEBT, PAIN
How do we stop this game
Saw a man on the news
Kids dying from abuse
Never nothing good to say
Too much FEAR today
The whole world is going nuts
Politics are all corrupt
Every man wants to have his way
So much GREED today
No jobs equals no work
Is this a cosmic joke?
Too many bills we can't pay
Everyone is in DEBT today
Too much excess all around
We need to reach a common ground
There has to be a better way
There's too much PAIN today
My son, Jason, came up with the concept and title for this one. Thank you my little genius!
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Dare you come with me?
Do you dare go one step beyond?
the limits of your comfort zone?
Rely upon yourself alone
and take the road to Trebizond.
A city where the minarets
are peopled by resentful ghosts
Who vainly shout their empty boasts
And voice aloud their dire threats.
Brag of past depravity.
For which the suffer punishment.
They weep and wail their discontent.
Condemned for all eternity.
Are you brave enough to face
All of the dangers you might find
enough to break the strongest mind.
In that long lost and fearsome place.
A city which was once designed
to be a place a place of peace and rest.
Hypotheses could be refined,
and theories put to the test.
Fate was to prove the wise men fools.
As she has often done before
Fomented into civil war.
The views of the opposing schools
The learned men were powerless
they could not stem the violence
Though they foresaw the consequence
As followers sought to impress.
The views which they held to be true.
On other men who disagreed
Defending their own narrow creed.
As bigots always tend to do.
The learned men were first to die
They weren’t as wise as they had thought
they had no time to wonder why.
They perished in the first onslaught.
Their wailing ghosts will argue still
that they were right the others wrong.
I have no doubt they always will
that’s why they stay where they belong.
Confined to haunted minarets
in a city men have forgot.
They still owe payments on their debts.
You may be fearful I am not.
I dare to take that step beyond
the confines of my comfort zone
and travel on to Trebizond
Though usually I go alone.
06/05/2009
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Honourable Members? ?
The politicians all agree they have more rights than you and me
They are convinced that they should be. Divorced from life’s reality
They should be allowed to make claims. to further their own ends and aims
Gain money from the public purse. Which should willingly disburse
however much they choose to claim. Because they referee the game.
The present rules are much to lax they even cheat on paying tax.
They say they play within the rules. They seem to think that we are fools
Though in the past we may have been. It is past time to change the scene.
They must repay ill gotten gains although each one of them complains
They only claimed what they were due. I don’t believe it nor do you
Perhaps some few claimed by mistake. Though most of them were on the take.
They may have started honestly but were corrupted easily.
There’s no excuse for their abuse. Their complaints are of little use.
Their penchant for dishonesty casts doubt on the integrity.
On all M.Ps who just might be untainted by dishonesty.
I am quite sure there are a few who won’t object to the review.
Which seeks to introduce new rules and put in place the correct to tools.
Which will derail the gravy train and let the honest men retain
the respect which they deserve. The ones who truly try to serve.
The thieves are a minority and should be dealt with severely.
If they prove guilty by intent then they deserve imprisonment
Like any other citizen and not allowed to stand again.
Making repayments will not do there must be prosecutions too.
They must be made to pay the price for their greed and avarice.
It was their choice to cheat and lie and I can see no reason why
the rule of law should not apply to all men even handedly.
03/11/2009
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Return of the exiles for M'lady Lucianne
At last the dragon race is free
from the long exile they have served.
A very heavy penalty imposed
although it was not deserved.
Found guilty although innocent.
They had no choice but to obey
and so began their banishment.
Reluctantly they made their way.
To a far distant galaxy
where they were forced to make their home.
The Dragons waited patiently
they knew in time the call would come.
They have returned triumphantly.
Their unjust exile at an end
back to their home world eagerly.
Where they are needed to defend
the human race from anarchy
They reassume their ancient role,
as guardians of humanity
and once again they will patrol.
The skies of earth vigilantly
and will restore the old values.
Neglected by the humanity
allowed to fall into disuse.
All will be treated equally
and peace will reign on earth once more.
Now that the dragon race is free
These benign guardians of the law.
All will accept this gratefully.
The gentle and the innocent.
But some will tremble fearfully
afraid of well earned punishment.
Today I saw the dragons fly.
A sight I never thought to see
in graceful arcs across the sky.
To guard and guide humanity.
13-Aug-08
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The teen age Myth
Adolescent anxiety
never really bothered me
When I was young there were no teens
Just men and boys no in betweens.
You started work when you left school
this was accepted as the rule.
The good old days or so they say
when things were done a different way
Teen agers were not invented then.
Perhaps its time to think again
Reintroduce some discipline
to whip the youngster into line.
Ignore the experts who advise
because they lack the expertise.
In raising children of their own
experience they’ve never known.
Adolescents of today
must learn there is no easy way.
They have to work to earn respect.
I am not sure but I suspect.
That most of you agree with me
that nothing in this life is free.
It’s our responsibility
to raise our children properly.
To teach them what they need to know
and yet allow them room to grow.
Though you may think I’m prejudiced
I have the right and I insist
That children should be taught values
before they’re old enough to choose.
To obey the rules or to refuse
After all what can we lose.
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Final solution
The countless dead unburied lay beneath a covering of clay.
The good earth turned to dark red mud mixed with the best of soldier’s blood.
It mattered not how many died for death could not be satisfied.
Brave men who fought for their country. Death chose amongst them randomly.
I lived although my comrades died. Death often took them from my side.
Why did I live? So I can tell the world about the living hell
wich we endured knee deep in mud. I think it fitting that I should.
So many died on either side. Involuntary suicide
To fight a war they could not win, to no more see their kith and kin
Like every war it proved to be a total waste, a mockery
The cream of Europe’s fighting mem would never see their homes again.
What did it prove the First World War? Nothing we had not known before!
Though we remember those who died. The lessons learned are not applied
for men still battle constantly to prove superiority.
It seems mankind can’t live in peace, that wanton killing will not cease
Until death has added to his score the last man and there are no more.
I think that then and only then the world will be at peace again.
16/04/2009
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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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The End Of times
Everyone is praying
While the rest of the world is preparing
The Soliders are dying
The Zombies are rising
All of this came from mans greed, Mans lust for power, mans Desire to play god
As the worlds armies rise up as one the heavans part
showing Gods army Rushing down
The ground splits open and all of mans nightmares are released onto a once majestic mother earth
All of this came from mans greed, Mans lust for power, mans Desire to play god
There's no where you can go, no where you can hide
For nothing escapes the lords sight
this is the end of mankind
This is the way the world dies
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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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