Morning Hymn

Gladly do I greet the dawn 

a new day born for me to see.

The dawn chorus fills my ears.

Banishes all fears: I’m free

 to raise my hymn of praise.

To the suns rays. I ought to

in gratitude for the sight

of morning light. So I do.

Awdl gwnedd form

07/11/2009

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In two minds

John William Henry Barthrop wrote.

In iambic pentameter

an amusing suicide note

Stuck it on the water heater.

Which he turned on but left unlit.

Although his intent was to die.

He put no thought in planning it.

It was in fact a hopeless try.

The fool forgot to feed the meter

and very soon the gas ran out.

Fate decides, you cannot cheat her.

So he survives only to doubt

 if in fact he really meant it.

He’s still alive though discontented.

05/11/2009

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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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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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Rondeau format

The Inheritors.

A silent world where no bird sings

A world devoid of living things.

Only the fittest could survive.

The Roaches adapted and still thrive.

The human race has long since died.

Killed by their overweening pride

Although they thought they were the best

 they are as dead as all the rest.

Ignoring Mother Natures rule

 a race of self destructive fools.

They meddled with and altered genes.

Creating hybrid in betweens.

The end result is as you see.

 Cockroaches rule triumphantly.

29/10/2009

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Bussokusekiku

6 lines

5 syllable, line one

 7 syllables line two

5 syllables line three

7 syllables in the last three lines

Orientally

inspired I write poetry.

Exercise my brain

Look at things differently

If I can do it so can you

White chrysanthemum.

Signifying purity

One single blossom.

Typically Japanese

 in its simplicity

Needs no explanation.

Savage warrior

 who composes poetry.

Shows his softer side.

He must be a samurai.

 A well trained brave fighting man

Writes beautifully of love.

28/10/2009

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eureka

He stands alone, he has B.O

He has no friends to let him know.

He is supremely ignorant

 that he needs a deodorant.

He does not wish to be alone.

But sadly he has never known.

 The fact that he smells so bad

If he was told he would be glad.

To take a bath. use aftershave

 in short become a willing slave.

But no one dare get close enough

to tell him all about such stuff.

He stands alone he has B.O.

 how very sad he does not know

.26/10/2009

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Unforgettable.

I remember, I remember

Every year in November.

The night I saw a young boy die.

Every year I wonder why..

Could this death have been prevented.

Yes if people were contented.
just to stand and watch the show

instead running to and fro

Throwing bangers at each other

 and in general causing bother

Demonstrating lack of sense,

 careless of the consequence

 A firework set him on fire.

The flames spread quickly rising higher.
In his panic he chose to run.

The last thing that he should have done.

It was the last mistake he made.

By the time we rendered first aid.

He was burnt from head to toe.

We knew it would be touch and go.

Despite the efforts of a nurse

 his condition became worse.

He died before help could arrive.

There was no way he could survive.

On Guy Fawkes Night I stay indoors.

I think I have sufficient cause.

I can remember vividly

 a small boy dying tragically.

I remember, I remember

Every year in November.

The night I saw a young boy die

 every year I wonder why.

26/10/2009

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Order restored.

Beyond the moors the distant sea

 blends with the sky invisibly

.

Just as the water and the land

 meet along the shorelines sand.

It matters not which element

 decides to voice its discontent.

A power greater than all three

Has decreed their boundaries.

The sea sometimes invades the land

 it does not seem to understand.

The land creates the boundary

Meant to resist the hungry sea.

The winds which seem to be quite free

 disturb but can’t displace the sea

although oftimes it seems all three

  band together turbulently.

The fury of the storms abate

and they are forced to separate.

Each must return to its domain.

Allowing peace to reign again.

25/10/2009

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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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