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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Open to Review. For C.P.Sharma
Although they all believed they knew.
The truth was known to very few
and mostly those who held the view.
A single life time would not do.
For each immortal soul to learn
the lessons needed each in turn.
Which would enable it to earn
the merit needed to return.
From whence it came; the final goal.
To combine with the oversoul
and free from any earthly role.
Just one small part of a perfect whole.
Though I believe that this is true.
It’s only my considered view.
One which is open to review.
Because I know no more than you.
Although different creeds still argue.
Their way and only theirs is true
I think they take a narrow view.
Exactly as they’re taught to do.
The different creeds meet different needs
and on the whole most do succeed.
We ought to judge them by their deeds
and not the tenets of their creed.
Saturday,14 November 200
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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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Love's Bounty
If I had a lifetime's sins
to spend
I would spend them all on you
for your single kiss.
If all my yearnings could be gathered and condensed
I'd place them before you
for a single glance;
and tell you
I want you.
If all time allotted to me on this earth
was a single instant
I'd open-palm offer it to you
and gladly pronounce you
worth it.
If love mine
was all I had
I'd give it
asking nothing in return;
because self-less love
even if unrequited
has no need for recompense
or return;
but love of this kind for you
has already made me
a better person
than I am.
If you too
reach for me
to paint my soul
with the crimson brush
which are you lips,
then I'll be all the more blessed.
If not
this heart will not burst
for Love's True Bounty
gives
Love Immortal
subfussing the soul
which never dies;
A bounty which is the Heart's True Salvation
For that
I thank you
my sweet
my lady.
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A Soul Pit
I rescued my soul from its Drowning Pit
awash with seething anger and sorrowful regrets
offering it gentle release and conversation
to recant the journey brought it to the Pit
and how the road there might have revealed
signposts, warnings and beseeches.
It could not catch its breath and I spoke first
asking how it came to that state
where it was willing to chance suicide
and toss itself overboard to oblivion.
'The soul you know' I said 'lives on forever
and cannot die
how then was it then you planned to down fall
and expire, a Soulful death
which by definition cannot be:
no soul dies-
it lives on if harmed in suffering.'
My Soul composed its words, speaking slowly
'True I did not die even as I bottomed in the Pit
but Soul's you know can be obscured and lose
the will to continue to live if their Spirit force is
drained from them dry.'
That Spirit Force is the Soul's origin, its life force;
for Life itself gives birth to all Souls you know.'
'Soul you are wise' I said ' What will you do now
to regain that spark
without which Eternity dies?
Will you avoid another attempt as suicide? '
Oh, Soul said I know I'll not die, it is just that
sometimes a Soul, untested, without trials, held in reserve,
withers away standing up.
'The Pit, ' Soul said quipping, 'was just a stop.'
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The Last Leaf
That she was old beyond belief
was obvious for all to see.
Her face was like a wrinkled leaf
The last one clinging to the tree
in defiance of the gales.
Which autumns sends to strip the trees.
But now and then this method fails
and one leaf refuses to release
its hold and stubbornly remains
attached to where it’s always been.
Where once it drank the summer rains
when it was tender young and green.
How old she is she cannot say
nor does she care apparently.
But like the last leaf in her way
intends to cling on stubbornly.
She has outlived her family
all of her friends have long since gone
Accepting philosophically
She is the last surviving one
That when she dies her family tree
will disappear and leave no trace.
It will just simply cease to be
there is no one to take her place.
She is a source of wonderment
to scientists who study her.
She does not care she is content
to accept the support they offer her.
Shes not too old to change her ways
no longer has to search for food.
Which she done for all her days
and she still finds that life is good.
There is no record of her birth
her age is subject of debate.
Which is to her a source of mirth
a joke she can appreciate.
She does not care so why should they.
It does not matter in her eyes
She has survived until today
and will do ' til the day she dies.
The scientist all theorise
on how and why she’s lived so long.
They disagree as each one tries
to prove he’s right the others wrong.
She has her own opinion
but they show little interest.
And will not 'til the chance is gone.
When she has died and gone to rest.
She lived her life in her own way
It was the only way she knew.
Aware that she would die one day
as everybody has to do.
How old she was nobody knew
It does not matter I suppose.
That she was old we know is true
but why she was nobody knows.
11-Mar-09
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Mother To Mother
Mother to daughter, mother to mother
A greater love, there is no other.
You looked towards me for your guidance and my love
But this was given to both of us
From the lord up above.
I protected and sheltered you the best that I could.
And you followed the same road that we all take
We did not stop or hesitate.
A mother is not one who just gives birth
But one who shows her worth.
I was her mother, she was my daughter
Everything according to GODS order.
I raised mine, she raised her own.
But the love we had was always shown.
She was like the sun bringing light into this world
For she was my little girl.
She was like the sun radiating beauty from
The inside out, of that I have no doubt.
As the sun brings a smile to your face
And leaves you with a glow inside.
She could do this, and that’s no lie.
She created life, and loved them with such tender care
And the joys and sorrows, with them she’d share.
She loved and honored her children in every way she could
And raised them the way a mother should.
She was closer to me, more than anyone could ever know
And put in me a strength that would grow.
When it was the time for the LORD to take her away
And I’m sure that she wanted to stay.
She gave her soul to our lord above
But left us with an enduring love.
So to my daughter I say to you, I loved you at your birth
And I loved you till the end, for you was
not only my daughter, but my friend.
mother to mother, I thank you with all my heart and soul
For you left me with beautiful children for me to hold.
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Miseable existence.
Miserable existence.
I don’t admit to being old.
Nor will I put my life on hold.
As others think I ought to do.
I have a different point of view.
There’s so much that I want to do.
Each day I can find something new.
Something I have not done before.
It’s not a case of either or.
Let oher people vegetate
If they're prepared to sit and wait
in their arm chair and watch TV
Until they’re switched off finally.
When death decides to swing his scythe
and end their travesty of life.
Saturday,04 September 2010
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Born On Earth
How many have you given birth,
Mother earth, Mother earth?
Bore them here to drink your rain,
bore them here to feel your pain?
You cannot count them though you try,
not until you feel them die.
One by one they came to you
and one by one they left your view.
They plowed your fields and reaped your seed
and ate of you to fill their need.
Some were kind and pure of heart,
some foolhardy from the start.
How many came and breathed your air
and offered thanks and gave you prayer?
Did you keep a record of each brave soul
or just use yourself to cover the hole
that waits and observes their destiny
and accepts their bodies with sympathy?
How many more will you give birth
to stake their claim upon your earth?
Too many, too many I'm afraid
and for most a terrible price will be paid.
How many have you given birth
Mother earth, Mother earth?
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Content In The Lord
I want to be content down here, while we live upon this earth,
Living each day in Godly fear, with a focus on eternal worth,
A sojourner on a temporal sphere, in the power of New Birth,
Making it to others very clear; Heaven’s home, not this earth.
Within my heart I take a stance, as God’s Truth I do embrace,
Since He knows all in advance, content I can be in any place,
Content through any circumstance, whatever it is I must face,
For in God, there is no chance, as He supplies all with Grace.
Life on this present terrestrial ball, isn’t the final place for me,
Nor will it be for every other soul, as all shall move to eternity,
And I’m content through it all, having my faith through Calvary,
As God saved me from the fall, and gave me new eyes to see.
I can be content now every day, while I live out this earthly life,
Walking down life’s narrow way, lead by my Lord Jesus Christ,
Hindered not by what men say, as they fill the world with strife,
I will listen to The Lord and obey, while living a life of sacrifice.
I can live my life assured, that I am always in my Savior’s sight,
As all the rivers of life I can ford, guided by The Savior’s Light,
Contented to live for my Lord, even when it gets dark as night,
As His Peace on me is poured, with my future Eternally Bright.
(Copyright ©08/2008)
One Chapter
One chapter in the book of life
draws to its close; the body dies.
And some will find to their surprise
That their beliefs were based on lies.
False explanations which were rife
Proliferating like spring weeds
in an attempt to meet the needs
of all the different warring creeds
Leading to schisms and to strife
As each instead only they
knew the full truth. So they could say
that their way was the only way.
For man to gain eternal life.
Though they thought they were correct
and taught adherents to accept
That after death they could expect.
Depending, how they’d led their life.
Their due reward or punishment
The lessons taught with good intent
were held to be sufficient.
Although they all believed they knew.
The truth was known to very few
and only those who held the view.
A single lifetime would not do.
For each immortal soul to learn
the needed lessons each in turn
Which would enable them to earn
sufficient merit to return.
From whence they came the final goal
To combine with the oversoul.
Released from any earthly role
just one part of a perfect whole.
1-Nov-08
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Past and Present.
The truth is written in the rocks.
The Fossil Record does not lie.
Although it’s true it sometimes shocks.
We must accept new rules apply.
The facts we once believed were true
are proven false by further proof
that’s been unearthed. Something new
which takes us closer to the truth.
The truth is what we seek to find.
Try to take an unbiased view.
Attempt to keep an open mind
It’s something that we have to do.
There are still answers to be found
by accident deep underground.
Tuesday,11 May 2010.
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There can only be one absolute truth.
I thought I wrote but only dreamt a poem showing my contempt
For those who claim to know the truth. I realised when but a youth.
They claim divine authority but had no proof to offer me
I can’t believe that any creed can provide the proof I need.
Amongst themselves they can’t agree so they argue perpetually
Nor do they practice what they preach I think the truth’s beyond their reach
I can accept the faith you hold. I would not dare to be so bold
To think I dare to criticise what you believe. I’ve found it wise.
To tolerate whatever creed which seems to satisfy a need?
That can bring great comfort to those followers to whom it’s true
I seek for truth I cannot find; but would it bring me peace of mind
Or would I feel compelled to share the truth with all men every where
I do not think I could achieve a change in what folks now believe.
I will continue with my quest, I am convinced it’s for the best.
The knowledge gained from all I’ve read is safely stored inside my head
For me to ponder quietly. Beliefs peculiar to me
Although I know they may not be true. I think for now they’ll have to do
Until I find fresh evidence which seems to me make good sense
I believe only bodies die. The soul goes on triumphantly
Transmuted to a higher plane before being reborn again
What I believe may not be true what you believe is up to you
We will find out eventually that is a solid certainty.
24/10/2009
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A tribute to W.E.Henley 1849-1903
A tribute to W.E.Henley 1849-1903
Invictus.
Out of the night that covers me
dark as the pit from pole to pole.
I thank whatever Gods may be
for my unconquerable soul.
A Glosa
Out of the night that covers me.
I won’t relinquish my control
a man must challenge destiny.
To be the captain of his soul.
Black as the pit from pole to pole.
The darkness fails to frighten me,
I travel on towards my goal
pursue my quest relentlessly.
I thank whatever Gods may be
but I believe than on the whole.
That man has the ability
to win the battle for his soul.
For my unconquerable soul
will guard and guide me constantly.
As I perform my earthly role.
I can do all that’s asked of me.
04/05/2009
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True Love Takes Time
This song was first released on the one world album. it is the only album it has been released on.
As I travel down the road and search the empty sky
Waiting for the moment when my eyes will see
Many are the memories the mysteries of time
How they dance around and whisper endlessly
Yes Ive travelled down this road before
Where so many men have come and gone
But you know it takes time
(true love takes time)
You know that true love takes time
(true love takes time)
And its so very hard to find
(true love takes time)
You know that love takes time
It seemed impossible that I could care again
So it seemed I had forgotten how to give
What is this miracle that brings me back my dreams
All at once I can remember how to live
Yes Ive travelled down this road before
Where so many men have come and gone
But you know it takes time
(true love takes time)
You know that true love takes time
(true love takes time)
And its so very hard to find
(true love takes time)
You know that true love takes time
I have been too much alone for oh so many years
Looking for someone to sing with me
Sweet harmony
My heart is open now and tender to the touch
But there is love enough to heal me in your hands
Ill give you all my nights
All my sun and rainy days
Ill give you all the time it takes to understand
Weve travelled down this road before
Where so many fools have come and gone
But you know it takes time
(true love takes time)
You know that true love takes time
(true love takes time)
And its so very hard to find
(true love takes time)
You know that true love takes time
(true love takes time)
(true love takes time)
(true love takes time)
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song performed by by John Denver
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Sonnet: On After-life
That there's a life after our life on earth
Called After-life - none can deny at all!
Yet, most just care about life after birth,
Life here on earth - after Adam, Eve's fall!
As life on earth is unequal, unfair,
All are accountable to God some day,
When mankind also, 'special earth-ware',
Must get reward/ punishment anyway!
Though After-life is something science can't prove,
Nor can disprove its non-existence too,
Nevertheless, souls from their bodies move,
For answering their success/ Waterloo!
As man is given soul without a slant,
The unseen life is much more important.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 14-07-12
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Unsung Hero.
Although he has prosthetic limbs.
His sense of purpose never dims.
Now he has learnt to walk anew.
He is quite certain he can do.
As well as any other man.
He’s out to show the world he can.
He still a man and he is proud
that he can mingle with the crowd.
On equal terms apparently.
He has the capability
to reach success in any field.
The wounded warrior will not yield.
He will achieve his vowed intent
to return to his regiment.
Thursday,02 December 2010
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You are Mistaken! !
The arguments range far and wide.
Opinions held stubbornly
will be adhered to by each side
Because we do not want to see.
That we may be wrong possibly.
Brain washed by what we have been taught.
By teachers who most probably
had not expended too much thought.
Passed on the tenets of their creed
for which they had no evidence.
They merely listened and agreed
which shows a lack of competence.
A teacher should be confident
that what he teaches is the truth.
Mere words are insufficient
when you are educating youth.
Challenge all you have been taught.
Although in fact it may be true
Do not accept without much thought.
The currently prevailing view.
Each creed will claim they are correct.
It ‘s human nature so to do
This will not change. I don’t expect
We’ll ever know which one is true.
12/07/2009
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Power Failure
Tonight I write by candle light
I am forced to by circumstance
Although the light is not too bright
I find that it gives me a chance.
To compare my life style today
with what I recall from my youth.
Reluctantly I have to say
If I should tell the honest truth
The simple life of yesteryear
may be a pleasant memory.
I much prefer my life today.
I need a brighter light to see
Advancing years have dimmed my sight
I dote upon electric light.
21-Nov-08
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Thankless Task.
Thankless Task.
Death never takes a holiday.
He has too long a waiting list.
He has to work twelve hours a day.
Because we humans will persist.
In fighting wars for no good cause.
We cannot learn to live in peace
We always think that sheer brute force
Will overcome our enemies..
It seems that we will never learn
violence begets violence
and hatred will hatred return
We seem bereft of moral sense.
When friendship can pay dividends.
Why human beings choose to fight
Make enemies instead of friends.
When they could do the opposite,
Death never takes a holiday.
Although really needs a rest..
He has to work twelve hours a day.
He has good reason to protest.
Perhaps when the last man dies.
Then death can take a holiday.
He will rejoice at our demise.
And who could blame him anyway.
Thursday,25 March 2010
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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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