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Unfulfilled expectations

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Three score years and ten: They say
is the life span of a man.
Though it’s no longer true today.
People have realised they can.
Defy the dire predictions
and need not die obediently.
To suit the statisticians.
I‘m fast approaching ninety three.
And still live independently.
Growing disgracefully
content to act rebelliously.
Although the statisticians all agree
I should have died long years ago.
Which proves how little that they know

28/04/2009

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Unfulfilled Expectations

Three score years and ten: They say
is the life span of a man.
Though it's no longer true today.
People have realised they can.
Defy the dire predictions
and need not die obediently.
To suit the statisticians.
I‘m fast approaching ninety three.
And still live independently.
Growing disgracefully
content to act rebelliously.
Although the statisticians all agree
I should have died long years ago.
Which proves how little that they know

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The only Way to go.

Some choose to grow old quietly
but others take a different view.
They chose to live disgracefully.

Why should you give up having fun.
Because you’ve reached a certain age.
There are still things you haven’t done.

You want to do before you die
Though your time may be limited.
You see no reason not to try

To make your madcap dreams come true.
Why should you sit and vegetate
as other folks expect you to.

You are the captain of your fate.
So you can do what you want to.
Tomorrow may be far too late.

So do it now immediately.
Regardless of the consequence.
What does it matter anyway?

Society may not agree.
You have the right to your own view
Choose to act disgracefully.

You’ll find that life is much more fun
than sitting watching the T.V.
Show the world you’re still someone

Seize every opportunity
that life’s prepared to offer you.
To shock your neighbours thoroughly.

They choose to sit and wait to die.
You choose to do the opposite.
You won’t surrender easily/

But fight until your final breath
because it is your nature to
Although you know you can’t beat death.

You know that one day you must die
but until then you choose to live
Just as you wish disgracefully.

01/09/09
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Abnormality

Abormality?

I suffer from a strange disease.
A most peculiar malady,
I do exactly as I please
I do not seek a remedy
I’m growing old disgracefully
it’s much more fun than being staid.
Revel in eccentricity.
I’ve no reason to be afraid
of what some people think of me.
All of the people I respect
accept a certain levity.
As for the rest I don’t expect
that they would dare not to conform
to what they perceive as the norm.

14-May-08

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Either or: both can't be true fpr Joe Poewhit

No one canprove that God exists.
No one can prove that God does not
and yet the arguments persists.

I do not know which view is true.
Nobody does apparently.
What you believe is true for you.

What I believe is true for me.
I think the evidence suggests
we should agree to disagree.

Accept the possibility
that either viewpoint could be true.
God could be fact or fantasy.

Why should we argue fruitlessly.
An argument no one can win.
God must remain a mystery,

Tuesday,22 December 2009
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Interdependence for MY Lady Irene

I go where my lady goes.
Because I need her I suppose
I need her more than she needs me.
Though doubtless she would not agree.
Where she is you will find me
because that’s where I want to be.
We have achieved togetherness
Our partnerships a great success
For I need her and she needs me
for us it works efficiently
A mutual dependency which binds
us but still leaves us free.
To act as independently
as we feel any need to be.

4-Aug-08

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I have become a pragmatist for friend Leslie

I have become a pragmatist

I’ve been betrayed by so called friends
and people who I thought I knew.
With no attempt to make amends.
I sometimes wonder if it’s true.
Was I myself in part to blame
for trusting far too readily
that’s not the way to win life’s game.
Now that it’s too late I see
I acted rather foolishly.
I should have been more sceptical
and checked them out more thoroughly
at risk of seeming cynical.
I am no longer so naïve
I’ve learnt my lesson I believe.

16/08/2009
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Death is not the end For M'lady Ernestine

Death is not the end.

A ray of sunlight penetrates
the quiet gloom of the sick room
Wherein a dying lady waits.

For death to call impatiently.
She has no fear she is content
To know that soon she will be free.

For ninety years she’s done her best.
To her the sunlight seems to be
A sign that she has passed the test.

The ray of light eventually
illuminates her final smile.
She passes over quietly.

Her empty shell lies peacefully.
Almost as if she slumbered still.
Her spirit soars triumphantly.

Towards the light she hopes to see.
Remaining faithful to the end
She goes ahead confidently.

She has outlived her family
and all her friends are long since dead.
She lived her life successfully.

She lived and died competently
and she passed on with no regrets.
To start a new life hopefully.

Wednesday,30 June 2010
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Maturely Considered Opinion

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Approaching his centenary.
The old man did not seem to be
at all concerned apparently.
About the fact that he was old.
Still a player in life’s game
He took each day just as it came
and treated every day the same.
He did not feel that he was old.
Though he had reached a ripe old age
Much greater then the average
He did not see that he should rage
against the fact that he was old
He saw no reason to complain
he’d rather not be young again.

07/07/2009
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Life Review. fot J.T, Ellison

When you grow old as you must do
and you look backward to review.
The way that life has treated you
Where you have been, what you’ve achieved.
The blessings given and received.
a great deal more than you believed.
I think you find you are impressed
You know you’ve always done your best
and you have earned the right to rest.
No longer part of the rat race
You live your life at your own pace.
Perhaps you can accept with grace
When you conclude your life review.
You’ve done what you were meant to do.

05/09/2009
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Sunday morning Pests.

Two thousand years or so ago.
Three criminals were crucified.
And yet today we claim we know
One was the son of God and died.

We cannot prove that this true
there’s very little evidence.
But we are still expected to
give these stories full credence.

By word of mouth they were passed down.
Translated from old Aramaic.
They came from sources now unknown
Could they free from all mistake.

When they written finally
Although no doubt with good intent
Were they translated properly
or were they changed by accident.

By accident or purposely.
Perhaps a mixture of the two
To claim divine authority.
To me it simply will not do.

To tell me that I must believe.
What may or may not be true.
Is something which you won’t achieve.
There’s very little you can do.

I can’t accept on faith alone.
Until you can prove the things you teach.
are truths that stand up on their own.
Consider me beyond your reach.

Christianity could very easily
have flourished for a while and died.
It owes its popularity.
To information men supplied.

Who had some private axe to grind
Men who stood to benefit.
Perhaps you think I am unkind
that I can’t prove a word of it

I can’t deny that it is so
I don’t expect you to agree.
But I believe you do not know
The whole truth any more than me.

I can respect what that you believe
I do not find it difficult
But I’m not willing to receive
Indoctrination by some cult.

So please don’t knock upon my door
Attempting to convert me to your view
Because I’ve heard it all before
and I’ve got better things to do.

Than listen to the likes of you.

02/09/2009
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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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Faded photograph

A snapshot taken years ago.
Somewhat lacking clarity.
Of some young guys I used to know
In fact the skinny one is me.
The other two I can recall,
their faces well but not their names
Although I try nothing at all.
My memory is playing games
I wonder where they are today
I wonder if they remember me
The passing years erode away
your memories ability.
To regain any access to
some things you know that you once knew

Monday,13 February 2012
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Some things never change.

I do.
She said and so did I

We wed,
one Saturday in June.

We went
away on honeymoon.

A taste
of paradise for two.

We swore.
Each year we would renew.

The vows
we made when we were wed.

Today
though many years have flown.

We are
on honeymoon again

The kids
grown up and fled the nest.

Nothing
has changed we feel the same.

Our love
grew deeper day by day.

The same
hotel the same bedroom.

We had
reviving memories.

Although
We have raised a family.

We knew
all those years ago.

We would
return to paradise.

A dream
that would come true.

Today.
While watching the sun rise.

She said,
I love you so did I.

It’s true.
We were wiser than we knew.

When we
decided we should wed.

We two.
Were meant to be a pair.

Decreed
by fate: We still care.

The way
we did when we first wed.

She knows
its true and so do I.

Monday,15 March 2010
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Gramercy

Why should I live in agony?
my life a total misery.
Because you find you can’t agree.
to help me die with dignity.

Who gave you the right to choose?
whether to allow or to refuse.
To end a life of little use
I think it is gross abuse.

of your assumed authority.
To decide what is best for me,
you will not listen to my plea.
I choose death voluntarily.

I am no use to anyone.
I’m well aware my race is run
and I am anxious to be gone.
The choice is mine and mine alone.

And therefore should be left to me
But in your wisdom you decide.
I must live on in agony
You won’t assist my suicide.

01/05/2009

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Par for the course

When I was young and hormones raged
throughout my system like a flood
To keep my libido assuaged
I bedded every girl I could.

With little thought of consequence.
I place the blame on Mother Nature
she robbed me of my innocence.
when I grew older more mature.

I realised my ignorance
My past behaviour I foreswore
I would no longer seek each chance
to add another to my score.

The time has come to find a mate.
Someone to cherish and protect.
‘Til then I would be celibate
and treat all ladies with respect.

Hot blooded youth will have its way
but men must act responsibly.
Forget the games they used to play
and start to take life seriously.

9-Jun-08

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Sad but true

Sad but true

Sometimes love dies. Wiser to part
than to prolong the agony.
Better consign to history
the days when we could speak heart to heart.
Sometimes love dies.

Though we were happy at the start.
The passing years drove us apart.
The hurt we feel will always smart.
Sometimes love dies.

When did we start to drift apart.
Togetherness no longer part
of who we are or want to be.
it must remain a mystery.
Which is impossible to chart.
Sometimes love dies.

31/10/2009
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Different Dreams

Do not judge me by your standards
Because they don’t apply to me
Your punishments and your rewards
Are of no consequence to me.

The principles which I live by.
Apply to me and me alone
I see no reason I should try
to change my ways; act differently

I do not seek the spotlights glare.
Fame is of no interest to me
I really do not think I’d care
to be some flash celebrity/

I am quite happy with my life
I do not need the extra stress,
the trials troubles and the strife
Which are the trappings of success.

Continue to pursue your dream
as you have every right to do
But things aren’t always what they seem
You’ll learn through time my words are true.

I find I am content to be
a simple ordinary man.
I jog along quite happily
and live the best way that I can.

I don’t judge you, so don’t judge me.
You have your life and I have mine
Can we agree to disagree
and part as friends amicably.

11-Sep-08

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Well suited

I feel no need to power dress
No longer trying to impress.
My style today is casual

What you see is what you get
and I confess to no regret.
Today I can be comfortable/

I need not wear a shirt and tie
and try to act impressively.
I find it rather comical.

When I observe young men today
trying hard to make their way.
It’s not at all unusual.

For them to think they know it all
But pride oft goes before a fall
and sadly that is typical

When we are young we foolishly
we must dress fashionably
So that we seem acceptable.

Now that I’m old I do not care
If no one likes the clothes I wear
I dress to suit myself not you
it is my right and so I do.

25-Mar-09

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Inspiration, motivation, satisfaction

Your wants and needs are not the same.
You needs you cannot do without.
Your wants are quite a different game.
Things that you choose to dream about.
Long cherished dreams can motivate
you to make that extra effort
and when you win appreciate.
It was much easier than you thought.
Some people are content to dream
others will make their dreams come true.
All part and parcel of life’s scheme.
Dreamers just dream and doers do..
Though some of us combine the two
We dream at first and then we do.

Saturday,21 August 2010
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Living in the latter days.

The end came unexpectedly.
Time stopped, then went into reverse
Which took effect immediately.
As if the lifting of a curse.

At first it was not obvious
What the effects would come to be.
But scientists were curious.
Recoding changes they could see.

Grey hair and wrinkles disappeared
People grew younger day by day.
There seemed to be nothing to fear
From time running the other way.

The universe began to shrink.
Instead of growing constantly.
Which gave us time to stop and think.
What the end result would be.

Rewinding millions of years.
Was bound to be a slow process.
But it seems nobody dares
To make an educated guess.

How long before the universe
Becomes a singularity
Now time has gone into reverse.
No one can say with certainty.

How long before we reach zero.
The point at which it all began.
Perhaps its best we do not know
the final outcome of the plan.

The universe will cease to be
At least the universe we knew
Pausing momentarily
Before the cycle starts again.

A mere potentiality
Existing independently
Which may or may not come to be
A new form of reality.

Saturday,31 December 2011
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