Still A Place For Thoughts

Tomorrow Never Comes

I travel every day through a realm of inanity
Where mania walks by, displaying insanity
There people throw stones with a joy that arouses
Complete unawareness of their glass houses
They buy vast numbers of things they don’t need
Obedient to the sirens who cultivate greed
They never read books or appraise the news
Only talk-back radio decides their views
They lead their own bodies into decay
Cajoled into gorging on take-away
They endorse men of folly who win elections
Which leads the land in deadly directions
They greet refugees with a firmly shut door
And spread the lie that this prevents war
Their foolish deeds set their world on fire
As they praise the nonsense of the climate denier
So they dig up and burn
And refuse to learn
As every man stumbles
While the nation crumbles
There is folly too in other things they do
They greet mask requirements with a hullabaloo
And walk arm in arm with no social distance
As a virus kills thousands without their resistance
Yet somewhere in the city you may hear the throb of drums
As a doomsayer says, “For the arrant fool tomorrow never comes.”

Broken Contract

Australia has canceled its order for French submarines
with conventional propulsion, worth 90 billion euros.

tellerreport.com 23/9/21

For some a contract is a request for a killing
To others long ago
It was an agreement to marry
Still others
Who use the word today
Mean to grow small
But above all else
Beyond all other connotations
In a world where the need for domination
Transcends
Even love and certainly loyalty and compassion
A contract is something to be broken
Political power, status or wealth
So often result from such action
Have you noticed recently
The fresh alliance in the air?
A treaty has been signed
Big brothers are hugging a new upstart
As he rises from the mire of insignificance
High sounding euphemisms flow from his lips
About freedom, democracy and security
To deny the ugliness of what he has done…
It is likely – extremely likely
That many people will die of illness
Before the new contract is fulfilled
Education will still have flaws
And poverty will still exist
But one thing is certain:
Because of this new situation
And the moral degeneracy of their action
The contract breakers will not be able to say
Je ne regrette rien


Advice From The Oracle

Aha!
Climate change
Is now having an influence on market prices
So speaks the highest authority on money in our land
That’s it then
Now we must act
Death-dealing wildfires didn’t matter
The withering wilderness of drought stirred no action
We shed no tears for disappearing species
Uncontrollable tempests brought no response
Zombified coral let us bid farewell to tourists
And the ocean devoured our seascapes with our tacit approval
But now, when stock falls below the stop price
Zero tolerance is potently proclaimed
We spring out of our suspended animation
O yes! How things now will change!
Lumps of coal will no longer
Find a place on parliamentary television
Mining billionaires will have to do an honest day’s work
Wind vanes will no more be falsely defamed
Mind dead activists will be placed in solitary confinement
With science books
Talk-back radio hosts will be forced to broadcast sitting in the sun
Farmers who fell trees recklessly
Will be required to feed koalas seven days a week
Solar heating will be both free and tax deductible
Global warming skeptics will personally defray
The cost of their own remedial education
And climate scientists
Will be paid workers’ compensation…
Thus once more a brave new world will be born
While for the first time in human history
The stock market will undeniably have served mankind

The Irony Of Fate

When I was young
I flaunted my joie de vivre
And focused on the only truly important human: me
I took a critical view of old folk too
Gloating over my prowess compared to theirs
Especially regarding those who walked with a limp
Stupid, clumsy old fools
Seemed to surround me
And you had to speak to them
More slowly and more loudly, repeating things often
Their world was pathetically shallow too
Why they didn’t even know
What a login or a password or an interface was
So I surged through life
With nary a thought
For those struggling with it
Yet here I am today dancing to a different tune
Things have changed now
Time has wrought its revenge
These days I am old and I walk with a limp
I mean very old
So old that I can remember
The first mention of global warming
All the instances of American imperialism
And the Cold War
Fuelled so effectively by John Foster Dulles
But just now I am shattered
Filled you might almost say with guilt
Learning a life-changing lesson about my past
Only a simple thing started this
It might seem to you insignificant
But it wasn’t
It was quite powerful…
This morning
A young man rose
And gave me his seat in a crowded train

All The Difference

I am old
Battered somewhat by life
Limbs don’t work the way they used to
In pain a lot when bending over
Somewhat out of favour with the authorities
Who criticize me over my financial position
I am advised
To change my ways
With the help of my psychiatrist
Because of my pecuniary inadequacies
This has left me somewhat desolate
Partly because remedy is currently out of my reach
The what’s the point of going on? syndrome
Was smudging the writing
On my list of future things to do
But only for a while as I still have poems to write…
People treat me differently these days
Owing to my age
Tend to simplify conversation
Behave as if I need their help to think
They enumerate the mores I have to display
To keep the world going
Some of these essential customs and conventions, but not all,
I have helped reinforce for many, many years
As a teacher
My distaste for life’s demands of efficiency and productivity
Has tended recently to fill me
With fear and even self-pitying despair
But then suddenly I found unexpected relief
I recalled my long dead dog
Who understood me just as I am
Out of the past came a recollection of love
That put material things in their right place
And helped me understand what really matters
So I will linger on for the time being despite my distress
That memory has made all the difference


The Canyons Of The Mind

O the mind has canyons
Dark places
Intruding constantly into your persistence with being
Where demons flaunt their tyranny
And hold you in their grasp
Like fiends on orders from Hell
Dressing your humanity in the apparel of Bedlam dwellers
And taking you down
Into merciless lower depths
Where cries for help
Are lost in the pitiless wind
And blown away to reprehensible silence…
That is where I am so often these days
Wandering in an abyss of despair
My psychiatrist has done his best
With his drugs of mood change
And his willingness to hear my tales of trouble
But so much more than a single well-paid mentor
Is needed in a region where hope is an extinct species
And remedy has been nothing but a mirage
Above all this
For you
Wherever you are
Whoever you are
Whatever you are
There is a plaintive cry
Echoing in the real wind beyond the mind
It is there for those listening
Waiting to be noticed
Not merely noticed but acted upon
It says human beings in emotional need
Are more important than atomic submarines

royciebaby

Poetry Lingers

Safety In Numbers

One dark day
A virus came to shatter our nation’s health
Lockdowns occurred and advisers spoke
Passing judgements linked to our wealth
When seventy percent are vaccinated
Business will resume
So three out of ten of us may die
But it’s worth the risk we assume
We must learn to face the pain of existence
There is always a risk in living
Death is forever a part of life
While the market’s unforgiving
So marshal your ranks you freedom seekers
Don’t trouble to count the cost
If those fellow humans aren’t allowed to die
Our trading options will be lost
Therefore dear friends though the virus encumbers
For the market’s sake, there’s safety in numbers

Pills

Feeling gloomy, melancholy, dejected?
Mood in the lower depths?
There’s a pill for it
Tending to misbehave as a child?
Finding it hard to listen and daydream a lot?
Declare an ADHD emergency and get a pill for it
Feeling stupid with exams approaching?
Try a smart pill before it’s too late
Putting on too much weight?
Don’t trouble about your diet
Just put your faith in a weight loss pill
And that will keep you quiet
But wait a minute; what’s this?
Only last night I had the strangest dream
A new era was in it to change our world
In the realm of dreams, there it was – all to do with pills
If you were driven by inhumane greed
A pill would give you compassion
And when belief in science went to seed
A pill would put doubt out of fashion
Should you promote the folly of war
A capsule would make you hate harm
When it comes to asylum if you shut the door
It’s a vaccine of welcome for your arm
Should you gain power as an arrogant liar
A serum would foster the truth
For the apathetic who would never inquire
A pastille would foster proof
What a world of fantasy this was!
Where the offbeat becomes the norm
But suddenly I woke
And back to the real world I came
Into the usual mire of self deception
Ready to pay my next pharmacy bill once more
O yes and there’s money in that
Vast fame and fortune for some


Asylum

Asylum is a frantic need
Imposed on desperate people
Through no fault of their own
Indeed it is often a consequence
Of another person’s crime
What more can be said
When your home’s wrecked by fear and death?
Australia fair
Is a wondrous place
Where life is routinely safe
And days are always gently calm
For both the goose and the gander
But alas where refugees tend to meet harm
With a door tighter shut than Uganda
Can you hear the cries of tomorrow
Where historians judge our humanity
And we will be seen as pedlars of sorrow
In support of political inanity?

One Kind Deed

One kind deed can ring around the earth
Echoing in the hallways of time
Here is a tale showing what help is worth
With an outcome close to sublime
An unnamed man was given one day
A humble postage stamp
It let him send a letter away
To another person’s camp
That other friend was on the run
Desperately needing advice
On things that had to be done
The letter came and in a trice
The recipient sprang into action
The knowledge it gave to him of science
Was in no way a fatal attraction
But truth’s golden new alliance
The recipient had found a mould
That had very funny behaviour
And one of the things we are told
Was with germs it became our saviour
As the world’s first antibiotic
Now that letter writer’s behaviour
With wisdom was symbiotic
It was one of the vital causes
That helped science function apace
To create vast human resources
Of penicillin for the human race

Here Is The News

Australia
Cannot make cars any more
But we can make nuclear submarines
All that we need now is war
You can tell that to the marines
So let us bend our backs to the cause
And hustle up a foe
To kindle corporate applause
And prevent industrial woe
Australians all let us rejoice
As we cover our tracks with deception
Let us curse our enemies with angry voice
Give that potent plan a reception
On ever onwards to a better world
We shall dominate other nations
We will rise to glory with our flag unfurled
While our banks receive the donations
O hear this now ye adventurous souls
Our future is in good hands
When the bellicose play such leading roles
And we conquer other lands
To arms! To arms!
Go forward to the slaughter
Our destiny’s controlled with warlike palms
And travels under the water

Rallies

Begone demonstrators
Get off the streets and go home
Your causes are not what they used to be
And turn into useless foam
Once you fought Agent Orange in Vietnam
The lies linked to Iraq oil
Or the slaughter in Afghanistan
Where opium pollutes the soil
Now instead of lockdowns
You would rather let people die
You rally against democracy in the U S of A
Where it’s truth you fiercely deny
You support a dangerous autocrat
Whose aim is purely power
You rally and shout and stamp your feet
To promote his witching hour
So go away the lot of you
Out of public view
Think and read and try to learn
It’s what you need to do
And watch out for the condemnation
Your children will endure tomorrow
As the pages of our history
Detail today’s dark sorrow

royciebaby

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Yet More Poems

Science

Beware!

Science exists

It is operating now

A danger to our very existence as functioning corporations

Threatening our tomorrows

With destructive evidence

That will turn our mission statements

Into catastrophic foretelling of insolvency

To arms fearless corporate allies!

We must turn this tide of dangerous awareness

Into profitable unreality

Think!

Reach out!

Invent mythology to fulfil our dreams

Earth has been growing warm by nature for millennia

Coal fire causes wind and cools the planet

Lightning will destroy electric cars

Wildfires are created by flammable birds-nests

Floods are caused by bad drainage

Storms are a conspiracy by meteorologists

The virus will magically disappear

Vaccination was invented by Hitler to kill the Jews

Isolation is a Communist plot so back to work

That’s it then

Down with research-based knowledge!

We must stop this deadly understanding

Now

Or the way of life we know and love

Will disappear

In a labyrinth of comprehension

So viva the market!

Protect the masses from knowledge

That will block, stall, hold back the wheels of industry

Let us make sure today

Our golden destiny

Our future, is away on business

Any Man’s Death Diminishes Me

No man is an island entire of itself…any man’s death 

diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind. 

And therefore never send to know for whom 

the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.

From Devotions upon Emergent Occasions

John Donne 

COVID-19 is a fact of life

It will be always with us they said

People will die no matter what we do

So let us get back to business

And accept the reality of mortality

Now

Before our world of industry crumbles

Into insignificance

End the lockdown before it is too late 

Flowers they added

Flowers for the victims

Are an appropriate investment

To mollify critics of our doing away with isolation too soon

They will be an adequate gesture 

To keep the wheels of industry spinning

The economy healthy

And restore the beauty of our existence

Newspaper obituaries too are certainly relevant

Conspicuous public sympathy

To help the market return to glory

Flourish again despite the roll call of death

I believe my father would have condemned the pitiless greed

Had he not been infected during the hasty easing of constraints 

And survived the virus

For me

He was my angel

O how he suffered

And O how his death diminishes me!

He rests now

Forever

In a cemetery created by champions of commerce

Silence

Silence can be a secret heinous thing

Destructive in its subtle way

Created by words that don’t exist

It may protect crime or condone folly

Making the silent observer an accomplice of evil

It can have more power than the wail of a siren

Or a scream in the terror of the night

Fostering criminal deeds

By leaving them unnoticed

War crimes, for example,

Have been known to create medals

As part of the ecru scheme of things

While other sanctified hostile warriors live on

In the heroic glory of death

Our lack of awareness

So often is linked to such matters

As we condone by ignoring

Yet all is not lost

The other day a political capo came before a crowd

Seeking approval

He even clapped himself

Partly because he secretly feared condemnation

The dream of an empire he offered…

Outposts throughout the world

Spreading, endorsing, promoting a chosen way of life

Superior to all other forms of existence

O how wondrous it was!

While he waited breathless for a response

Hordes of faces turned awry

And silence thundered

Memories Are Made Of This

A song of the Fifties, sung especially by Dean Martin

Time is a catalyst for memory

When you are old

As I am

The past is a friend

That comes to visit you often

It knocks on your door in an amicable way

And suddenly they are there

Companions, loves, siblings, mentors

All the helpful elements of your existence

From days gone by

But there is a difference when they come back

These time ignored figures

Something strange

Somehow your enemies are absent

They are lurking somewhere round a corner

Out of sight

Some of them gave you Hell

Rivalled your promotion

Stole your home perhaps

Cheated you in a game

One may even have seduced your wife

But now they are nowhere to be seen

You have ridden through the pain of their onslaughts

Onto the plains of awareness

Where all that matters is your continued existence in peace

And that is why those demons

Have crumbled into the dust of irrelevance…

To remember the joys of the past

Is to be born again

Still with the energy of those bygone times

You can climb the same mountains

Walk down the same roads

Make the same mistakes

When it doesn’t really matter

So you can walk into your last tomorrow with a smile

With today lifted above its tribulations by the past

Words

Words are ephemeral things

Not always to be believed

I mean even these words of mine

Unless they are vindicated by evidence

Take Exhibit A for example

You can think about his name for yourself

He is powerful

Has coordinated access to the media

Is interviewed often

Has a seat at conference tables around the world

Likes to be seen with the common man 

In his own country

Often wears a protective helmet

Recorded by cameras

Shakes hands with other wearers of the same headgear

Also recorded

Cradles babies publicly once every four years

Goes to church noticeably

Hangs medals around winners’ necks

Cuts ribbons

Is excused from lockdowns

Is driven everywhere by a chauffeur in a limousine

And lives in an impressive mansion funded by the people

His latest words for your analysis:

Our country leads the world with equal opportunity

Poverty doesn’t exist

Education is freely available to all

We fight for freedom wherever the need arises

God save the Queen

Exhibit B is me

I wrote this poem

These are my words for your consideration

Yours is the right to judge

royciebaby

And More Poems

Love

Love is a powerful friend amidst chaos

A cooee when you are lost in the mountains

A visit from a doctor when you are ill

Water in a desert of loneliness

A warm fire when you come in from the cold

A kind hand when defeat bars your way

Laughter when gloom thinks it is winning

If you regret a mistake it understands

When the world condemns you it forgives

If you are ostracised it ensures you do not walk alone

Love is magic

It casts a spell on whoever it touches

Love is a connection

For with it two or more become one

Love is eternal

As it survives even after death

So don’t feel sad for me please when I die

For I have found love in my life

Flowers

Those flowers are nearly dead now

Lingering as they do

In that vase

Watered with human kindness

How lovingly they were put there

Aiming to give delight to a returning loved one

Who had been through the Hell of living with an illness

You can see the last traces of colour

Remaining determinedly

As an incentive to make the most of each hour

Shape is changing too

The way of all living things 

In the end succumbing to time

Shrivelling wrinkling transforming

Into the livery of death

So that soon all that will remain

Is a memory of beauty

And yet

Despite the momentary grief of decay

There is an antidote to ending

Recollection of the smile those flowers conjured forth

When first they were seen

By that troubled, ailing soul

In that sense

A thing of beauty lasts and lasts and lasts

While tomorrow

There will be more flowers

And another vase  

When Will They Ever Understand?

Afghanistan August 2021

It has happened again

Intruders bringing chaos to a foreign land

Yet another invasion

Repulsed by resentful denizens

Desperately hanging on to their own code of ethics

Which is their right according to international law

Irrespective of the inconvenience it causes foreign potentates

Not the first time either

It has happened again and again and again in this place

No child’s learning there is ever free of warfare, bloodshed, struggle

They study mathematics with a data base of death

And the land itself protects all fugitives

It is easy to hide in its caves and valleys and hills

A favourable sanctuary for rebels and dissenters

Who have flourished there down the years

Constantly evoking the ire of powerful, trigger-happy aliens

For whom conference, dialogue and negotiation are dirty words

Where is the wisdom of this intrusion?

When will they ever understand?

When will they ever learn?

Tags

Only yesterday I found the tag for faults was solutions

For hate was love

For anger kindness

And for war peace

All this because an old and dying man

Said he still enjoyed living…

All things bright and beautiful were still there for the seeing

He cheerfully helped me understand

His category for existence obviously lingering on

Even though days were hard and seemingly numbered…

He had lived a long life

That old man

Watched the doers of dark deeds get their way at times

Felt the pain of injustice to others

And the triumph of getting things right occasionally himself

With his own learning process

He had been married to someone he held dear

Raised three children

Paid off a home

And worked like a vassal for his pay

Now his time was running out

Children far away

That wife dead

With nothing to do in retirement but think

And write his memoirs…

So feed all this into your computer, reader

Get the tags right

And the best category I can think of is humanity

Post it on your blog

For all the world to see

That old man by the way, the one I mentioned, was me

Liar: Proud, Magnificent

Greetings!

You are welcome in my presence

As long as you toe the line

You know what I mean

Believe my lies and act accordingly

I need

No demand, respect from you

Obedience

For I am the world’s most powerful liar

Believe me

That’s the truth

And I grow more powerful every day

Because of my army of acolytes

Who thump their fists against law and order

Walk the streets

Storm the balustrades of truth and justice

To give me power

By denying all reality

Don’t you dare mention logic based on evidence

In my presence

How dare you think in my company

The lunacy of logic has long departed this globe

Lies lies lies

Are the essence of existence in this new age

And time will confirm my deception sublime

So come with me now

Bow your head respectfully

Dance to my seductive music

And it shall follow

According to my plans

Heaven will be discovered in Hell

And we shall all rejoice

Data

Hello

I am a number now

Infinity minus one

Part of the data base for all mankind

Someone I have never met

Knows me today better than I know myself

Where I go

What I read

What I spend my money on

Even what I eat

Somewhere in the world

A data base exists

Created in the last two years

More vast than everything mankind ever wrote

Since time began

And there I am, little me

Somewhere in that vastness

A tiny speck

Naked, exposed, available

To any inquisitor who wants my details

For whatever reason providence may decide

It’s a strange feeling this

Found recently

A big brother I didn’t know I had

Someone who clearly cares about me 

What worries me though

Is my sudden awareness that he may well decide

If I am not careful

What happens to me next

There is no soul in a database

It doesn’t reason; it merely calculates

That is the difference between it and me

And that is my danger

royciebaby

More Poems

Harsh Words With A Shock Jock

Babble on you travesty of human existence

It’s dirty money you make

Drawing attention to the dark side of things

Posing as the voice of upstairs management

You weave ugly words into an unearthly tapestry

Of deception, violence and hate

Sullying the lives of innocent people

Undeserving of what you bring them as their orchestrated fate

Shock jock is your category of behaviour

A stage-managed label in a marketplace of lies that sell

And so you behave like a real estate agent

Selling strata title in Hell

The Seven Deadly Sins are your subject matter

To get public attention

You rant and rave in Plato’s cave

Giving every possible wrong cause a mention

You twist the truth, deny the science,

Greet the law with illicit defiance

Until you have a world that reeks of iniquity

The kind where your type rises to the well paid rank of stardom

But get you gone you stentor of gibberish

Cast yourself into tomorrow’s waste bins of irrelevance

Pollute the air with the last traces of your aggressive persona

Turned into the dust of your deserved oblivion

And let the beautiful silence when you no longer speak

Proclaim to us all

That the world can be a positive, dignified place

Dinner For Two

Bon appetite

Tell me how long have you been making a living

Deceiving people with distorted realities?

You don’t say

That’s a very long time. Profitable I assume?

I thought so, judging by your extravagant lifestyle

Tell me

How important to you is the truth?

That’s interesting

And how often does it reduce selling power?

Aha! Well now fancy that!

Lies are more profitable than scientific proof

So there you stand. But tell me this

Do you feel sometimes like Mephistopheles?

Yes, the well known bargainer…

There’s a Faustus in every lounge room isn’t there?

You make your entire living out of temptation do you not?

Well that’s something we agree on

There’s a Heaven waiting for everyone with a Visa card 

Even if you buy passports to Hell

But we don’t have debtor’s prisons any more do we?

Places where spendthrifts have to go

More trivia. How do you feel about the moral equity

Of invasive commercials that destroy dramatic tension in films?

You castrate the artistry this way on TV to sell, don’t you?

Is that really in pursuit of the best of all possible worlds?

I take your point:

The means justifies the end

Well there you are

I have got to know you and your modus operandi much better now

Would you care for a drink to complete our celebration?

What about some Absinthe?

There you are. Just a little of the Green Fairy. Nice

And thanks for your card:

AAA: AMBIVALENT ADVERTISING AGENCY

I’ll look you up next time my ship comes in

Cowboys And Indians

I was a hero once

A man of the saddle

Infinitely calm in a crisis

Twirling my six-shooter revolver

In defiance of the Indians

Who surrounded me in pursuit of my scalp

My friend Arthur was one of those dangerous foes

He had a lovely feathery headdress

A Christmas present from his Auntie Jane

He would creep up on me as an Apache from time to time

In the bush near where we lived

But I was always ready for him

Too alert by far

A great survivor like Hopalong Cassidy

Or Roy Rogers

My heroes from the Saturday matinees

I must admit however

Occasionally he would get me

Creeping up behind me with his rubber Indian axe

He was no match for me with his bow and arrow though

Now I have grown up

In fact I am very grown up

An octogenarian

Arthur is long dead

So we no longer play together

Instead I read a lot

And American history is one of my favourite subjects

I go for a walk in the bush still these days

Unafraid of Indians

But I wonder why I was taught fear of them by all those movies

Was there a racist agenda in all those screenplays?

I do not know but perhaps there was

I learn too about all the beautiful land those indigenous victims lost

Yes, maybe Arthur and I should have acted out the Little Bighorn

With Arthur as Crazy Horse, Chief Gall or Sitting Bull

And me George Armstrong Custer, the man with the red right hand

One Kind Word

Life is hard for a failure

One who never manages to succeed

With even the simplest challenges of life

Poverty ruled my childhood

My father couldn’t afford Christmas presents

So he made me wheelbarrows and cricket bats

Using surplus timber from building sites

Where he worked as a labourer

My school outcomes were poor

Somehow I didn’t understand

The nature of classroom interaction

It was all too confusing for me

My first job was with Woolworths

But I got the sack

Because I went to my grandfather’s funeral on a busy day

Had several other jobs but couldn’t find contentment

I was a garbage man for a while

Not a high status role

But you have to eat and the exercise carrying the bins was good

Then came the change

The baby boom after World War II

Left my country’s schools in dire need

Classes were big because teachers were few

A massive recruitment drive followed

That was why I found myself

At an interview one significant afternoon

The inquisitor was gentle with me, looking for new teachers

He smiled often

And seemed to understand my desperate desire

To belong to my society

Many questions and answers followed

Then eventually, came one kind word:

“Yes!”

So I became a teacher

And did well in those first years especially – loved the work

Among other reasons because I truly understood how it feels to fail

To Err Is Inhuman

So you have made a mistake

Stuffed up completely as the hoi polloi would put it

Bungled, fumbled, miscalculated, lapsed

Until the structure of your world has collapsed

But you won’t admit a thing

You point instead to the counterfeit progress you have made

With sham progressivism

Giving the market the same importance as people’s health

The sirens of untruth

Trumpet your name in the blimpish media

You, the proclaimed angel of profit 

Who guides us away from so called loss and suffering

So they say

Yet in truth all you promote is success for your powerful friends

Heed this then

O painter of deceptive self-portraits

Life stories not based on truth are doomed to slip slide away

To fade into oblivion

Eventually

So even if you cover your deceptive tracks

Speak about fantasies of achievement 

Divert attention from the truth with platitudes that sound good

Beware

For history will uncover reality 

Relentlessly

With judgements drawn from true evidence revealed by the ages

Thus it follows as day the night since time began,

The truth will in the end reach out to every man

That is why your period in office will end with a loss of friends

Your name will fade from minds near and far

Perhaps for that reason I’ve already forgotten who you are

Idiots

Blithering is an utterance I have often heard

Compellingly placed beside idiots

When asked to act decisively

The idiot merely fidgets

Today there’s a word these dullards regard as decidedly obscene:

They run away and hide their heads 

At the mention of a vaccine

Brainwashed they proclaim with stark impunity

Their right in freedom’s name, to kill themselves and others

By completely refusing immunity

So the virus rages and the death toll rises

As dullards stage a procession

They demonstrate in their ill-informed way

Inspired by a halfwit’s obsession: 

Masks don’t work; lockdowns are a lurk

With the virus one of a villain’s schemes

But O my, things are so different

When you believe in science

Therefore awaken poor fools, expunge your nightmare

And may new found truth enter your dreams

If you throw away your life expectancy

Nothing more can be said

The wise will survive and remain alive

While the others will soon be dead

But wait

In my quest for peace, more wisdom I require

Those who err and meet dismay

Need my pity not my ire

Passion should become compassion

So here’s to reform ere this poem ends

As there is yet time to make amends

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Still More Poetry

Miracles

There is wonder in the manner egg yolk tends to thicken

And with time’s pure necromancy it becomes a chicken

Another marvel wondrous and old you can see everywhere

How a bird’s fragile frame and feathers are able to conquer the air

Yet more majesty circles the globe when the wind flies on its sorties

Stirring the sea with a hostile identity known as the Roaring Forties

O how triumphant is an ant’s conquest of a hostile fate

It can carry a massive load twenty times its own weight

Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet

Always the same in the spectrum and no deed of man can defile it

Now the oyster’s home is strong enough to resist the ocean’s swirl

But let an intrusion enter that space and it can become a pearl

The rising satellite growing huge is known as the moon illusion

See it upside down through your legs and bring that to a conclusion

Green, blue, purple and red as Aurora Australis lights the sky

Another miracle for all to see if you can before you die

But the strangest case of all I’ve found, an even greater sensation

Is how a scheming evil crook could be chosen to rule a nation

As I grow old and live my life I hope no more such harm to see

As one more miracle I may even buy my epiphany in a pharmacy

Reality

Reality is an evasive thing, mercurial as thought on the wing

When you find it you truly believe you can hear the angels sing

Knowing it changes your existence amidst the floundering fools

Into someone who can think, guided by wisdom’s rules

A person one can trust, a guide forsooth

Shining through the darkness of doubt sharing invincible truth

The real world is an ephemeral entity deceiving the naive 

Who destroy the peace of man with mendacity they believe

So many schemes invade our minds to disastrously interact

Leading astray with assumptions that act under the guise of fact

So men go to war, invest in shame or die for a false belief

Driven astray by fantasy or madness without relief

So come with me you would-be lions longing for success

Seek the right to check things out with no pain or duress

Note for example to find America Columbus was not the first

As healthy food dark chocolate is clearly not the worst

All people in the middle ages we now know did not die young

And despite the word of some experts perfect pitch is often sung

Indigenous people are not inferior but masters of their space

While obedience to a white man’s dogma can harm the human race

So question the indisputable; look past every saying

Be alert for refutations behind each axiom straying

As well as this test, carefully to bring all lies finality

Scrutinise the rich, the great, and the press to unmask a true reality

War

War it is a cursèd thing despised from pole to pole

Started by agents briefed in Hell with power their only goal

O chauvinist, your reasons to fight are rarely if ever right

Yet steeped in anger, fear and spite they set the world alight

You find overtly a convenient enemy doing what is wrong

Or else you invent a villainy and sing a patriotic song

Weaponry is a lucrative deal made with cunning stealth

All warmongers are disciples of the God of Wealth

Crafty, wily, artful, guileful, devious, sly, ambitious

You jingoists sign your plans with blood, making death propitious

So shut your mouths you men of war and cease your vile deeds

Judgement from you is but a vice that crushes truth till it bleeds

Go back to your battlefields where law hangs by a thread

Squirm on the gibbet of justice as you count the dead

Visit the homes of your victims totally destroyed by your crimes

Explain why you turned their life spans into the worst of times

Enemies are your source of profit yet shield you from all blame

Thousands of innocents die by your hand to your endless shame

So listen to the voices crying in the wind

Hear the tales, the mournful wails, exposing how you’ve sinned

Count up your tainted silver on devices impervious to sorrow

But be prepared to read of your disgrace in the books of tomorrow

This above all, the medals you promote are fakes

Mere trophies of immorality, a record of your mistakes

An Architect Of Doom

O murderer: self-seeking, self-serving, self-obsessed

You who put all plans to cope with climate change to rest

Criminal in deed you are yet shielded by your fame

A beautiful world is being harmed forever in your name

Even now disaster taunts us

A fire or flood or famine so often grievously haunts us

You ignore the pain of others and treat science with disdain

Soon nothing but the battered shell of Eden will remain

Herod is away on business making the world his own

Felling forests and digging coal, acts only loons condone

So the planet will meet a deadly, ruinous fate

As the world of tomorrow inherits the debris fools create

Island paradises soon will vanish beneath the sea

Their people having dreams of deliverance that can never be

Yet still you carry on possessed by your toxic acts

Even with CO2 you coldly suppress the facts

Come now money maker, who profits from misdeeds,

You the abhorrent seed on which corruption feeds

Where ere you walk the icons of justice will stalk

And keep on file the crimes you commit every time you talk

It’s you Midas that now I name, you with your bevy of lies,

Destroying the lives of innocents, the losers you despise

You who lets fires burn and kill as you’re under profit’s spell

Perniciously turning our Elysian Fields into a living Hell

Cataclysmic floods, ignored by you, give to you no pain

Your guilt for doing nothing is washed away with the rain

And when deserts of drought invade our farms

To support your own graft you refuse to raise alarms

But justice is a powerful thing more so than you believe

It will find you out in ways that you cannot conceive

In time your name will be revealed splattered on history’s pages

Tainted, detested, scorned and reflected in your victims’ rages

You will be seen across the world in an ugly aura of gloom

As part of an age of infamy, an architect of doom

Lemuel Gulliver Goes For A Walk

It was a lovely day

Lemuel Gulliver left home in the morning to go for a walk

He went for that walk to the Big End of town

It was his usual practice

So not to put all his eggs in the one basket

He sortied to many places

Trying to spread his influence evenly and fairly

One of the reasons he did this was that people were so stupid

Clutching at air trying to expand their empires

The Local Government Area of Tiny-town for instance

Where Gulliver currently lived

Was intent on a merger with Google Menda City

The most powerful LGA in the country

GMC on the other hand,

Was intent on amalgamation with the Facebook Hills District

Famous for being liked by many people of questionable intellect

Who moved about a lot and so were often not all there

All of their nonsense was such a waste of time

As he walked Lemuel had the ovum of an idea

The thought came to him

That clearly all men are not equal

Some who think well, are gigantic in their influence

Others, timid souls, motivated by self interest

Are of Lilliputian significance

Wending their cautious way between the egg shells of life

Knowing neither victory nor defeat

This had to change

The insignificant ones had to be egged on to greater things

And so was born the Hypothesis of Free Range

All people in need of a boost

Identified by their best friends on Twitter

Could be set free for a year of all responsibility

And enabled to wander the world

Inciting change wherever it was needed

What a brilliant idea this was!

Let me tell you it soon became a practice in that society

The Free Range Practicum became known as Gulliver’s Travels

As for the rest of the walk on that day, 

Things fell into place very well

Gulliver remained inspired by social change

The weather stayed fine and numerous salutations rent the air

As he passed by

He was welcomed home by his loving wife

They two shared a very happy bond in life

In her loving, dutiful way

Lilli put a tasty omelette garnished with Blefuscu sauce 

On the table for lunch, to the traveller’s great pleasure

Failure

So your dream has failed and you are alone

The lover once yours is now out of your zone

You worked very hard; no toil did you shirk

But a hostile boss put you out of work

Those fields you ploughed welcomed your seeds

Though with not enough water you grew only weeds

You decided to study and enrolled with ease

But your university put up the fees

That essay you wrote earned you an E

Ranked last on that list for all to see

Recently at cricket you lost your wicket

The umpire’s folly: you didn’t snick it

You went fishing yesterday and last night

You were terribly lonely and didn’t get a bite

That band you formed was as good as I’ve seen

But there is no audience thanks to COVID-19

Climate change is deadly for all flesh and blood

You lost all your cattle because of that flood

Then you bought TV for more than most pay

But lightning struck the aerial and blew it all away

Life is full of pain and trouble and can cut you to the bone

When needing help in our busy world you are often left on your own

Yet don’t despair; cheer up my friend; there can be joy detected

Bareknuckle Boyce with the amoral voice has failed to be re-elected

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Still More Passing Thoughts

Truth

Truth is what you seldom hear

When on members you are relying

Politics is a shady business

Highly dependent on lying

It is even worse with news reports

When your country’s at war

The enemy is always in the wrong

Doing things that you deplore

Don’t ever trust the memoirs

Written by a political giant

It is rarely the truth that stands him aloof

Apparently self-reliant

Beware of dot-orgs when they come before you

In the role we define as rookies

They can seize control of your very existence

By means of their dangerous cookies

Note well too the hullabaloo 

Of the adman’s glossy deal

Things are never what they seem to be

But the marketer’s profits are real

Above all things the world needs science

Whose advice should be habit forming

We must cast aside with endless rage

All the lies about global warming

So rise up people and don’t be afraid

Let the voice of truth hold sway

Turn away from liars and their hellish desires

And heed what the angels say

Such Is Life

I began to wonder the other day

Why unwanted outcomes take place

Some useful thoughts came into play

Concerning the human race

When you stop to think about things

Your mind is prone to scramble

There is so much to do and our thoughts have such wings

You tend as a struggler to ramble

We are forced to participate here and there

Meeting challenges every day

Bound to encounter at times despair

As part of nature’s way

Critics will always be there finding fault with what you do

Posturing superiority

With judgements rarely true

Implying inferiority

But carry on you doers of deeds

As you strive for a better life

And struggle to do what our poor world needs

At the risk of failure and strife

Prepared to suffer, you dare to dream

Your face stained with sweat and tears

Existence for you is a raging stream

Filled with anguish and laced with fears

But yours is the destiny bravery chooses

For those who dare to try

Fainthearted ones neither winners nor losers

Are those who just sit and sigh

You may fall short again and again

In your quest to discover some joy

Until you create in your lion’s den

Something fine no one can destroy

So be of good cheer dear venturing soul

Unafraid of failure and sorrow

You play for us all a valiant role

And your courage brings life to tomorrow

The Last Resort

Life has been very cruel lately

Things are not going well

The world is wracked with injustice

And agendas devised in Hell

Millions of people are fearful

Caught up in dangerous lives

Forced to flee their native lands

And let fortune decide who survives

Across the sea they have sadly come

Desperately riding the waves

To be placed in indefinite detention

Condemned to suffer like slaves

There they stay throughout each day

Guiltless but kept in prison

While their gaolers enjoy political status

Like saviours newly arisen

On and on the years have passed

So many in half-lives confined

Tragically enduring the pain of existence

And how justice is defined

For some of these victims it is all too much

They are too long kept inside

They chose the relief that self harm brings

And commit suicide

How tragic is our lack of compassion

Without it fellow humans are distraught

No pity is a crime for all time

Death must not be the last resort

Rage Ends

Sometimes I need to repress my rage

I tend to rant and this rules my existence

Wherever I walk on the human stage

To my angst I meet folly and resistance

Deception is the norm I note when men trade

Lies rule the political scene

Refugees are subject to unjust tirade

Climate sceptics despise things green

So I shake my fist and stamp my feet

Write letters to a paper that ignores me

My total anguish is finally complete

When a selection committee deplores me

The world goes on with truth frowned upon

Nonentities struggle to exist

Virtuous behaviour brings contempt anon

While celebrities have the funds to persist

Yet strangely in spite of my mental stress

There is someone to set me free

Somebody acts to end the duress

In my world as it tends to be

This person has the power of an ancient crowned head

Takes me past places that fill me with dread

Gives me the strength to contend with self doubt

Turns rivals into a rout

Sets me free of the iniquitous shelf

Helps me have respect for myself

Above all, this friend raises hope amidst strife

My greatest good fortune is to have such a wife

Yesterday

Yesterday is a book written by a stranger

For time is a re-arranger

It twists events without finality

So the mind struggles to determine reality

Though you walk in the present some things will last

To prove you cannot escape the past

Your mind will re-enact deeds you have done

Some will haunt you one by one

Others will free you from guilt’s shrouds

And lift your spirit beyond the clouds

How should you treat the days gone by?

With the scorn of a shrug or a twinkle in the eye?

The wrong things you’ve done will tend to haunt you

Kindle regret and sometimes daunt you

Good deeds however will be joy to recall

As recollections they will make you stand tall

There is no doubt that the follies you’ve created

Will turn into smoke when you are cremated

Yet what you have done, in the minds of others

Will linger in ways no chronology smothers

If you shared hate and were always irate

People will forget you and ignore your fate

If you gave kindness and sometimes love

Tributes will echo in the heavens above

So fill your world with affection before you die

Then with yesterday’s memories you will fly

Old Age

Many people link old age with woe

But time can be your friend and not your foe

Your data base from the years beyond youth

Is so vast it empowers you to see the truth

The lessons learnt are truly the rewards of time

They can lead you from the tawdry to the sublime

Set you free of the bonds of worldly delight

And give you the sense to know what is right

Thus when fools plan another war

You vote against them as you’ve been there before

When the same clods seek to reduce your pension

The social media’s power can get your attention

When a lying adman draws paradise from a hat

You will turn your back – been there; done that

When a pompous ass hits you with a verbal grenade

As a secret weapon doff your hearing aid

So to Hell with the fools who tell you what to do

Who call you decrepit and smother you with the new

Turn away from the errors you’ve seen before

But compensate the young with your open door

Ride boldly still across the plains of destiny

Cry: “The world is yet to see the best in me”

Stand tall despite pain; let the years go by

And reap a golden harvest before you die

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More Passing Thoughts

Lies

Lies are the potent tools of modern life

Their degree of use 

Is an intricately woven pattern of deception

At the least dangerous level

Is the Barefaced Lie

This is simple to recognise

And brings the user most often contempt

A folly easily detectable

A more treacherous level is the Rogue Distortion

Characterised by the cunning use

Of truth itself

To encourage belief in what is false

And designed to achieve specific social aims

An example would be 

Will Smith helped hospitals reduce waiting time

By blowing his brains out

A far more common level of lying

Is the Utopian Fantasy Fabrication

More commonly known as the advertisement

For this level

Human drives are given fulfilment

Sex, greed and the lust for power are examples

The UFF is an extremely subtle and cunning level of lying

Wondrous outcomes are promised

With little more than faked visual evidence

Your Aladdin’s lamp is your money or your Visa card

Getting you to buy despite the cost is the aim

Improbability is made the norm

An example might be given

Of a sheep 

Who counts humans while trying to sleep

Now this brings us to the most forceful lie of all

It is that which generates war

The so called fight for freedom

To protect our way of life

To keep our land safe and secure

For this lie to succeed

The enemy is always found across the waters

Dresses differently

Eats different food and commits crimes we have invented

We fight this war for peace

An inconvenient word that one 

It’s the modus operandi of this lie

It is not used until after the oilfields have been captured

And the convenient tyrant has been removed

War is big business

Let the wheels of weaponry roll

And make sure the guns are loaded

So there you have it

The lies of the land

The ways reality is bent for personal gain

But a word of warning

They can stalk you, these lies

Amidst your gullibility

Tick tock, the truth of the world is not set in rock

And savage deception can impale you with shock

Liars’ deeds will creep up on you 

Like spectres in the night

And shake you into anguish and tremulous fright

Regarding the words on this page

When your mental paralysis comes down to analysis

Have you learned from me the vital truth?

Me, who dances with your awareness

Wearing the mask of creativity

Will you now honour all strictly truthful schemes?

Or will lies forever haunt your dystopian dreams?

A Prim And Proper Man

Anthony Manfred-Smythe was a prim and proper man

He followed the customs of the dot.orgs he knew

With a very cooperative plan

He was a member of the Business Alliance

And met its tedious rules

With great respect and compliance

His political ethos was to the right

A well tried family tradition

And a cause he pursued with delight

Change was never the order of his day

Preserve, reserve, conserve

Were the deeds he brought into play

Investment for Smythe was blue-chip

Unless he went gilt-edged

No shooting by him from the hip

Church was a place where he found grace

The routine there

Made him feel remote from disgrace

He also spent time on the board

Of a prominent business firm

Where his status was ensured

On top of this Smythe found healthy fatigue

Belonging to a sporting club

The Roosters of Rugby League

Thus had conformity made him perform

He loved the Queen and every day wore a tie

Working always towards the norm 

Until one day came we now can say

That brought an infinite change

For calamity came his way

It made him review the worth of things

To question previous values

With the thinking power that brings

It was the greatest upheaval

For mankind

Since the birth of time primeval

Mores changed with convention a thing of the past

When the COVID-19 virus came

The old world vanished fast

Life was now evolutionary

Behaviour being swept away

In a manner revolutionary

Soon nothing remained of Smythe

Not a trace of what once was important

Was left in his world to survive

By the time this star was to meet his death

Social values had radically changed

Coinciding with his last breath

Dead bodies were found where once mere trivia appeared

And the wreckage of broken dreams

Was the last thing left to be feared

The Perfect Fool

The perfect fool knows the answer

Before he asks every question

To protect his nation from political lies

Vote informal is his suggestion

If he wants to find true love in his life

He will look in the Yellow Pages

When he seeks a bargain the adman supplies

The free bonus is all that engages

He trusts as reliable information

The stories he finds in the Press

He easily believes the loan shark’s lies

And will give him his address

He thinks that oven-baked oysters

Are a cure for cancer

He treats the words of the CIA

As facts from an honest romancer

He thinks the only way to find peace

Is to start another war

And that the riddle of the Sphinx 

Is a Disney fiction what’s more

As far as we know the perfect fool

Believes the earth is flat

So a conman offered him a ticket to the edge

But he was too busy for that

Instead he built a circus

Using other people’s money

But the police came along and closed it down

As it wasn’t even funny

Undeterred, even though it’s quite absurd

He decided to build a casino

But the criminals laundered their money there

For less than a ticket to Reno

Thus nothing went right for the perfect fool

So his days were clearly numbered

All he had left was parliament

And with him now it’s encumbered

Hero

He now seems almost a myth after all these years

One of those figures born to be significant

The kind you might read about in reputable journals

That wasn’t how he came to my attention

No fanfare

No flamboyant preludes to meeting

It was surreptitious

In fact I can’t remember when our togetherness began

Somehow he just came to be there

Destined to inspire

The details of his life

Now leap out of the past

He left school at fifteen

A job with his father in a furniture store

A hard existence but the heavy lifting

Gave him a strong body

The Great Depression brought stress to his life

He had to find another source of income

Radio attracted his adventurous spirit

He taught himself how to replace valves and wires

And declared himself a radio mechanic

That calling was an unfulfilled dream

So he went into building houses

Self taught

No qualifications

Just a man of his time

Meeting challenges with realistic awareness

And moderate success

To enjoy stoically an extended life

That constantly challenged his strength

He taught me so much about the world’s ways

With advice from the wells of experience

You may wonder at the title of this verse

Why was this man a hero?

It is the name I would rather

What else should I say of my father?

A Dream

Once I had a dream

I remember it well

As the characters were so clear

I was alone with a friend

Not a passing acquaintance

But someone I held dear

It was a troubled time in that sleeping place

Spasms of grief

Are my lasting impression

I turned to my friend for sympathy

Torn and forlorn

In a fit of destructive depression

Poverty and loneliness 

Endlessly tortured my mind

In ways

That should not be a part 

Of life’s continuous grind

I desperately needed support

To bring an end to my strife

The dream was an endless torment

Where misery was rife 

That world was dark

And the trouble stark

As I cried aloud in anguish

I knew at first hand

The kind of pain

That only love can vanquish

She smiled at me

In her caring way

And gave me gentle support

I smiled back

In that world of my mind

That the real world tends to distort

Those smiles were the essence

Of peace and contentment

And my desperate spirits rose

To create the peace and wondrous joy

A troubled man rarely knows

Then I awoke

To a world that seems

In desperate need of the kind of life

You find only in your dreams

I asked myself

Why is it so

That dreams should have such finality?

So now when awake I strive to make

Love an endless part of reality

Success

Success it is a valued thing

Revered from Pole to Pole

The way it’s judged is deceptive

Questionable on the whole

Some people will do anything

As long as they can win

They’ll put their faith in any deed

Even if it is a sin

The market place is a combat zone

Where social bonds often fail

As rivals stretch morality

Just to make a sale

The upwardly mobile pragmatist

Is another dismal case

He’ll stab in the back any rival

In his quest for a higher place

Loyalty to a political leader

Is proclaimed eternal

Until allies destroy their friends

With consequences infernal

What is the end of all of this

When you get to the top of the tree?

Will you be bound by the bonds of guilt

Or will your conscience set you free?

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Poetry Lives On

Have A Nice Day

How could you do this?

A partnership is a sharing of decision making

What has happened to trust?

Weighing up of consequences together?

Not to have a voice in planning defines your insignificance

Creates a fallacy of importance

That leaves the outsider mangled and in disarray

Words can be the difference

A caring token of recognition

At times the surest proof of love

Not so here

Your silence has shaken my bones

Here I am, ignored

Yet continuing the inequity

Helplessly floundering in irrelevance

Wondering, no searching

For reasons to find strength for both of us

Indeed survival

In vain alas

Finally you speak

Your last words are an echoing elegy

Ending forever what once was

Nothing left for me but to thank you for the past

And wish you well with your new partner

Some deeds cannot be undone

Anyway

Have a nice day

But I See What You Do

Against stupidity the very gods themselves contend in vain.

Friedrich Schiller

I can’t believe what you say because I see what you do.

James Baldwin

So there you are

Intolerably stupid as usual

Spreading fake details of your virtue

Like cream on a jam sandwich

You imply that your thought processes are working

You claim to be a pillar of towering virtue

Fixing this

Correcting that

Achieving unprecedented heights of excellence

While the rest of the world crumbles

Under the influence of fools

It’s because of you 

You allege

The market is surging

Employment is rising to pleasing levels

Overseas trade is booming

And loyalty to tried and true friends is strong

I hear what you say about your success

But I see what you do

Your injustice to refugees

Will bring shame into the annals yet to be written

Drought fire flood and vengeful storms

Will be potently recognised 

As your global warming curse for our future

Control of our destiny by the few

Your lobbyist cronies

Will be analysed as disaster in the history written tomorrow

Ownership of our land

Will be auctioned out to the rich 

In the ruthless markets you create

In these ways you have aroused my anger

Without my respect

And please note: you will not get my vote

O Wisdom

Wisdom knows

The difference between right and wrong

It judges not for self interest

Or in search of power

But respects the inevitable reality of truth

And the value of evidence

Wisdom is not distracted

By the chatter of people speaking without listening

Or the beating of drums on parade for vested interests

It denies

The mythology of the rich and powerful

With their endless misleading patter to gain advantage

It does not work for personal gain

Unless the gain is shared by all

It will not condemn

Unless supported within the halls of justice

To protect the innocent who suffer in the present

It does not repeat the follies of the past

It is not simple or black and white

Not the end of a journey

It is instead a work in progress

A continuing mission

That leads to a destination you cannot know

In advance

If you would be wise

Ask yourself why you want to know things

If your answer is to discover reality

You are on the right road

And your journey can begin

Go then into the realm of awareness

Read every book

Run your mind critically over all media

Listen to the voices of experience

Reach out for the power of wisdom

It is a light

That shines amidst the infernal darkness of ignorance

And will show you the way

You may not have company on this excursion

As you will travel an unfrequented path

The Perfect Man

It’s quite a search this one

I’m seeking the perfect man

Not a figment of the imagination

Not an advertisement for men’s clothing

The real thing

Carefully based on criteria from appropriate authorities

Guidance that will stand the test of the ages

I seek it here I seek it there

I seek perfection everywhere

From the tax agent for example

His perfect man will have a vast array of excuses

For the banker 

The perfect man will borrow, repay and then own an estate

The captain of industry’s perfect man

Will do more work for less pay

The shock jock’s criterion for perfection

Will be power to abuse in response to abuse

And the spouse will simply demand

A perfect man about the house

Or take the politician 

No problem for him

His perfect man will turn the big lie into votes

What about the soldier?

That’s simple too: the perfect man will obey orders

And the lawyer?

That perfect man will pay you even if you are wrong

And the surgeon will operate

As long as the perfect man can afford the fees 

The policeman’s

Perfect man will be arrested without a struggle

The car salesman’s

Perfect man will believe the spiel

And the pressman’s

Perfect man will still buy the paper in spite of the lies

I must tell you here, there is no space

To discuss further the vox populi 

But let me end with this

At last I have found the archetype of the perfect man 

He is in fact dead

Death has a strange way with reputations

So presume the funerals to scan

If you would seek to find the perfect man

From eulogies you will make your selection

For there and only there will you find perfection

Diogenes

Well here I am carrying my light

Holding it high in the broad daylight

You will recall I have a plan

To throw its beams on an honest man

Ah here he is; I think I’ve found him

With a multitude of friends gathered around him

But no that is not a valid test

It’s the friends you don’t see who are under arrest

What about this one, with lots of power

He’s a pedophile working the children’s hour

It’s false respect he is receiving

And we must talk justice for his victims’ grieving

Look here now I’ve found another

Waving to me like a long lost brother

There he goes blithely through a diplomat’s door

No, he’s no good as he started a war

And so the search goes on

With many a soul to look upon

There’s a very famous business man

With extremely high status and lots of élan

On a desperate search for survival

By selling his soul to a rival

So we can’t choose him but this one may do

He’s got an award for the chosen few

He knew the right people to promote nomination

Though his true nature’s an abomination

What a job this is but I must not give in

I keep finding people who are troubled by sin

But wait, there’s one last honest man to find

It’s a Prime Minister who has just resigned

Beauty

Beauty stands supreme

Among routine deserts of ugliness

It radiates harmony

Amidst a cacophony of discord

It casts aside irrelevance

Like foliage falling off poison ivy

It speaks with its own logic

Explaining things

In a universal language that radiates awareness

It has its special peace with the world

Beauty rejoices in its own significance

Unafraid of time

It is powerful because of its intrinsic worth

That belongs to the ages

Its energy is self-fulfilling 

Beyond moments of fleeting fame

Its influence is irresistible 

Transforming,

Creating responses

That change the very nature of human existence

There is no simplistic formula

That leads to beauty

It does not appear on request

Or obey the orders of the powerful

It is not the wanton child of fashion

Not the transient whim of the greedy

Not the illicit consequence of self interest

Above all

Beauty transcends the commonplace

The passing mundanity

That tends to drain away the human spirit

During industrialised existence

It has an enchanted voice

Inviting, inciting, challenging

It exists for us all

As a true triumph of human life

royciebaby

Rhymes And Similar Poetic Devices

Memory

Once long ago

A man threw mud in my face

I don’t remember who it was

And my life went on apace

I bought a car one extravagant day

It was extremely expensive

I don’t know where on earth it is now

Even though my search is extensive

In the past I travelled

To many lands

Their names have gone from my memory

As my thoughts are like shifting sands

I once won a prize

But I can’t remember what for

I get no help from an abstract picture

Which silently hangs on my door

One terrible time I was lost

With simply no redress

I was so puzzled where to go

I forgot my home address

A beloved uncle died one day

A man of considerable fame

When I had to write his obituary

I couldn’t remember his name

I bought some goods at Woolworths

This caused a considerable din

There was a great fuss at the checkout

As I couldn’t remember my pin

That is not all

There is yet one very last straw

I locked my keys inside my house

And couldn’t open the door

Yet despite all this

There’s a memory shining on through the fog

It’s Charlie-Max-Tom-Rocky-Jake-Billy-JoJo-Fido

The name of my best friend, my dog

Poetry

O I have not yet read Chapman’s Homer

Yet I have travell’d in the realms of gold

For I have lived long with a passion for poems

The love of my life though I’m old

In the midst of boring inanity

Imagery can light rings of fire

Words in patterns of visual meaning

Paint pictures that humans desire

Mastery of metaphor

Is the sorcery bards know well

Poets who cast a spell with its charm

Have wondrous tales to tell

Alliteration is one more device

That purposely presents pure power

The lovely effect of letter repetition

Is like beautiful birds in a bower

Assonance adds the mystic glory of sound

Like a bell foretelling wellbeing

It’s the reader’s ear that does the work

Success is what we are seeing

Rhyme is often a part of a poem

It’s one way we get to know ’em

But there is no reason to ignore

The joy we get from blank verse

Repetition is a device

That drives the meaning home

I’ll say it again for emphasis

It drives the meaning home

The simile is a potent tool

A part of the poet’s plan

To give a very smooth meaning to life

Like a motor car made in Japan

Onomatopoeia is another use of sound

When the whistles whiz and the whip whirs

When the bells clang and the guns bang

We know clearly what occurs

Hyperbole is fun to use

Exaggeration may be your choice

Poetry can let you reach for the stars

Or speak with with a giant’s voice

Personification can be fun to use

As a poet you may talk with a tree

Or be given instructions by the wind

As you blithely set yourself free

So there you have it

Some things you can do as a poet

It is really possible to change the world

And it’s always your readers who’ll know it

So write on

You sons and daughters of life

And weave your magic thread

Give to the world your enchanted words

And rejoice that you are not dead

Trust

Trust it is a blessed thing

Beloved from pole to pole

It can bring true happiness

And play a vital role

When it is missing

Angels lose their wings

Innocents cry out in pain

And a death knell rings

So it was in the miserable past

When credence was betrayed

A nation sought to believe a promise

Only to be dismayed

So war drums sounded

And soldiers held their breath

Then millions of innocent people

Met an untimely death

That is why I say to you

O leader who courts my faith

If you continue to lie to me

You will fade and become a wraith

Your promises are like morning mist

Destroyed by the rising sun

Your deeds to save a troubled world

Have barely yet begun

So hear my words 

You immensely troubled soul

You’ll find no belief in the future from me

Embedded in a lump of coal

Your time has come

And listen to me you must

If you don’t amend your ways

My trust will turn to dust

A Work Of Art

A work of art is a thing of beauty

A joy forever

It is a gift to all people

Made by one or more of our fellows

It stands supreme

With its own integrity

Depending entirely for its existence 

On the artistry that created it

Its aim is artistic perfection

Not profit

Not conformity

Not political change

Not obeisance to simplistic formulae

It lives by its own magic

And triumphs in spite of everything

There is no bargaining with art

No compromise for personal advantage

No quest for irrelevant social status

It is where inspiration begins and never ends

Where human dignity

Is apparent to us all

So that we cannot hear the noise

Of undeserved reputation

Or fictitious claims of virtue

Art is a beacon of light

Thrown on the darkness of self interest

And its place in the world will forever be

A guardian of human fulfilment

So for art and its eternal welfare

With all the joy and wisdom that entails

Here I stand

Alas Poor Yorick 

Old age makes certain you have outlived many people

Friends and loved ones inevitably have died

Gone forever from your company

For this is the way of human existence

Edith Emily Marjorie for example

My mother

Who kept me warm

When the chill of life enveloped me

Alexander Cecil Royce

My father

Who opened doors

To the powers that developed me

Robert “Dutchy” Holland

Australian Test cricketer

Who made me feel comfortable in his presence

And spoke with me of his deeds

Charles Manuel

Headmaster of my first school

Who recognised my virtues

And worked on my deficiencies

Charlie Chaplin

With whom I spoke only in my dreams

And who taught me how to laugh

Not with contempt but with love

Pandora my dog

Who knew I was about to euthanise her

And forgave me

With deep understanding in her eyes

Judith Marian

A dead wife

Who walked with me once down the aisle of dreams

Gone now all of them

No longer reachable with words

But forever a part of my existence

All Is Not Yet Right With That World

People tend to hide the truth don’t they?

Cunning diversionary devices

False claims of virtue

Sprinkled with the allure

Of the greatest good for the greatest number

Jobs jobs jobs you hear triumphantly proclaimed

Even though the occupations murder our earth

A balanced budget’s another proud claim

No money wasted on the poor, the sick or the ignorant

Keep our nation safe is one more war cry

Weapons therefore are purchased at huge cost

And refugees imprisoned without trial

To keep our borders secure

Only validity is missing

Lost in the battlefield of false assumptions

Our nation’s place in the world is secure we are told

The economy is the protector of everything

As market forces thrive

With houses: the median price is rising

And few can afford a first home?

Mental health is a problem

But remedies to date are fine except when not applied

The virus has devastated university study

But people say time will remedy this

As education is a business

That free enterprise will protect

Lovely weather we’re having too

Apart from the odd drought, flood and wildfire

Scientists are warning about future danger

In their usual way

Not focusing on the dominant needs of the stock market

Reality though, is what must govern human existence

The achievement of the possible

Everyone values the integrity governments profess

In the best of all possible worlds

But nevertheless all, yes all is not yet right with that world

royciebaby

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