POETRY - RHYME
E.E.C. Blanket:
The smotherer of fire, unifier of division,
Resolver of conflicts, in historical revision.
By pooling resources, for equal common goals,
Ancient antagonisms become knowledgeable roles.
Unitary purpose and economic union,
European equality, voice for the minion.
Peace for Ireland now, northern catholic vote,
Only hope for Cyprus, is to board the union boat.
In obstructing Turkish, new expansionist plan,
In guise of protector, of minority clan.
Millennium melter, of iron curtain line,
But the Balkan conflict, is a time ticking mine.
Antiquated doctrine, Serbian nationalism,
Lesson of the past, domineering chauvinism.
For men are brothers, of the human race,
United in life, no matter what the face.
Friday, 30 March 2007
POETRY - PHILOSOPHY
Path of Conflict:
Young, isolated, vulnerable and confused.
Estranged, victimized, bewildered and scared.
Eventual necessity, evocation of anger,
To overcome stigma, conflict and foes.
The double-edged sword of duality,
The excitement and pleasure of power.
The arrogance of victory and respect,
The echo of violence and fear.
The saving grace of love and compassion,
Gleaned wisdom from experience gained.
Techniques ancient, studied to instill,
Order serene, triple-body purification
Path of Conflict:
Young, isolated, vulnerable and confused.
Estranged, victimized, bewildered and scared.
Eventual necessity, evocation of anger,
To overcome stigma, conflict and foes.
The double-edged sword of duality,
The excitement and pleasure of power.
The arrogance of victory and respect,
The echo of violence and fear.
The saving grace of love and compassion,
Gleaned wisdom from experience gained.
Techniques ancient, studied to instill,
Order serene, triple-body purification
POETRY – RHYME
Our Quest:
The Quest, our journey, a search for the Grail,
Man’s eternal Odyssey, a find he can not fail.
The Buddhi, the Christos, the vessel our soul,
Of Spirit and Atman, the light of our goal.
From Spirit to Matter, Heaven to Earth,
Olympus to Hades, Valhalla to the hearth.
Descent into experience, evolution of life,
Choice of attainment, glory or strife.
Be King or be beggar, our fate is our creed,
We fare where we leave, our status our steed.
On the stage of our play, our role from the past,
Give lessons of life, to evolve consciousness in cast.
Our Quest
The Quest, our journey, a search for the Grail,
Man’s eternal Odyssey, a find he can not fail.
The Buddhi, the Christos, the vessel our soul,
Of Spirit and Atman, the light of our goal.
From Spirit to Matter, Heaven to Earth,
Olympus to Hades, Valhalla to the hearth.
Descent into experience, evolution of life,
Choice of attainment, glory or strife.
Be King or be beggar, our fate is our creed,
We fare where we leave, our status our steed.
On the stage of our play, our role from the past,
Give lessons of life, to evolve consciousness in cast.
Our Quest:
The Quest, our journey, a search for the Grail,
Man’s eternal Odyssey, a find he can not fail.
The Buddhi, the Christos, the vessel our soul,
Of Spirit and Atman, the light of our goal.
From Spirit to Matter, Heaven to Earth,
Olympus to Hades, Valhalla to the hearth.
Descent into experience, evolution of life,
Choice of attainment, glory or strife.
Be King or be beggar, our fate is our creed,
We fare where we leave, our status our steed.
On the stage of our play, our role from the past,
Give lessons of life, to evolve consciousness in cast.
Our Quest
The Quest, our journey, a search for the Grail,
Man’s eternal Odyssey, a find he can not fail.
The Buddhi, the Christos, the vessel our soul,
Of Spirit and Atman, the light of our goal.
From Spirit to Matter, Heaven to Earth,
Olympus to Hades, Valhalla to the hearth.
Descent into experience, evolution of life,
Choice of attainment, glory or strife.
Be King or be beggar, our fate is our creed,
We fare where we leave, our status our steed.
On the stage of our play, our role from the past,
Give lessons of life, to evolve consciousness in cast.
POETRY – RHYME
Our Quest:
The Quest, our journey, a search for the Grail,
Man’s eternal Odyssey, a find he can not fail.
The Buddhi, the Christos, the vessel our soul,
Of Spirit and Atman, the light of our goal.
From Spirit to Matter, Heaven to Earth,
Olympus to Hades, Valhalla to the hearth.
Descent into experience, evolution of life,
Choice of attainment, glory or strife.
Be King or be beggar, our fate is our creed,
We fare where we leave, our status our steed.
On the stage of our play, our role from the past,
Give lessons of life, to evolve consciousness in cast.
Our Quest:
The Quest, our journey, a search for the Grail,
Man’s eternal Odyssey, a find he can not fail.
The Buddhi, the Christos, the vessel our soul,
Of Spirit and Atman, the light of our goal.
From Spirit to Matter, Heaven to Earth,
Olympus to Hades, Valhalla to the hearth.
Descent into experience, evolution of life,
Choice of attainment, glory or strife.
Be King or be beggar, our fate is our creed,
We fare where we leave, our status our steed.
On the stage of our play, our role from the past,
Give lessons of life, to evolve consciousness in cast.
POETRY – RHYME
It’s Time:
Hear Aphrodite call, awaken Sir Knight,
Arise to ride, to your destiny and fulfillment.
The Quest you have trained for, is at hand,
Now is the time, to ask the reasons why.
For the personal battle, is now the Universal Struggle,
Between the Light and the Dark, the enlightened and the fallen.
Krishna, Buddha, Christos, triple beacons of Light,
A guide to the Cosmos, kaleidoscopic night.
Middle razor path, to eventual attainment,
Of love without wrath, all passions contained.
Anguish and pain, a gift from God,
For to suffer is to learn,
To differentiate and discern,
Unity in material, triple and quad.
It’s Time:
Hear Aphrodite call, awaken Sir Knight,
Arise to ride, to your destiny and fulfillment.
The Quest you have trained for, is at hand,
Now is the time, to ask the reasons why.
For the personal battle, is now the Universal Struggle,
Between the Light and the Dark, the enlightened and the fallen.
Krishna, Buddha, Christos, triple beacons of Light,
A guide to the Cosmos, kaleidoscopic night.
Middle razor path, to eventual attainment,
Of love without wrath, all passions contained.
Anguish and pain, a gift from God,
For to suffer is to learn,
To differentiate and discern,
Unity in material, triple and quad.
POETRY - PHILOSOPHY
About Time:
Old Blighty, the white cliffs of Dover, Trafalagar Square, Wembley’s twin towers,
The English Channel’s two way directional traffic, line dotted on a clear day.
Well that’s show business folks, progress and redevelopment, adapt or be left behind to stagnate,
Seven to one underdog winners on All Saints Day ’77, against the old but most glamorous adversary,
The new, young & irrepressible, all conquering Docherty Red Devils,
Against the maverick, dotted jeweled, second tier Saints.
The greatest day in Southampton’s history, at the never again to be perennial Wembley Stadium.
Memories, the Dell no longer, oh what fond recollections of performance, war and conflict,
The sixties, those days, that football and music, that freedom.
Well that’s history and here’s reality, for a re-appraisal and a philosophical bearing exercise,
There’s a time for everything and now seems the moment to return to the hearth
And playground of old, to impart some positivity into connections old and new.
Grand parents duties and responsibilities, with such inquisitive niece and nephews,
Indicating an impending summer return, five years feels and sounds about right.
About Time:
Old Blighty, the white cliffs of Dover, Trafalagar Square, Wembley’s twin towers,
The English Channel’s two way directional traffic, line dotted on a clear day.
Well that’s show business folks, progress and redevelopment, adapt or be left behind to stagnate,
Seven to one underdog winners on All Saints Day ’77, against the old but most glamorous adversary,
The new, young & irrepressible, all conquering Docherty Red Devils,
Against the maverick, dotted jeweled, second tier Saints.
The greatest day in Southampton’s history, at the never again to be perennial Wembley Stadium.
Memories, the Dell no longer, oh what fond recollections of performance, war and conflict,
The sixties, those days, that football and music, that freedom.
Well that’s history and here’s reality, for a re-appraisal and a philosophical bearing exercise,
There’s a time for everything and now seems the moment to return to the hearth
And playground of old, to impart some positivity into connections old and new.
Grand parents duties and responsibilities, with such inquisitive niece and nephews,
Indicating an impending summer return, five years feels and sounds about right.
Everyone A Winner:
Sale of the century, all up for grabs,
Privatisation, theft without dabs.
Free market forces, yoke of the day,
Disinformation, sharks in the bay.
Monopoly enterprise, through the back door,
Sold for a pittance, robbing the poor.
Downsizing mania, reducing the cost,
Loyal, skilled workforce, permanently lost.
Resell politics, fortunes for a few,
Total asset stripping, feeding frenzy queue.
N.U.M. demise, solidarity dissolved,
Roller coaster capital, bargains unresolved.
Sale of the century, all up for grabs,
Privatisation, theft without dabs.
Free market forces, yoke of the day,
Disinformation, sharks in the bay.
Monopoly enterprise, through the back door,
Sold for a pittance, robbing the poor.
Downsizing mania, reducing the cost,
Loyal, skilled workforce, permanently lost.
Resell politics, fortunes for a few,
Total asset stripping, feeding frenzy queue.
N.U.M. demise, solidarity dissolved,
Roller coaster capital, bargains unresolved.
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