New Page SSEHCETAMWORLDPOETRYANDPUBLICATIONS.CO.UK For whom doth chance the merry walk the bard in chess will gladly dance. + [ www.ssehcetamworldpoetryandpublications.co.uk-and ssehcetamworldpoetry.co.uk [ All the world's a poet and poetry takes centre stage in ssehcetam's world of poetry and publications]Sexless wonders and gutless objects, absolute and unconditional surrender of a platitudinous scrapheap, doing our thing in Benidorm, New Zealand, Barbados, and Tyne and Wear, Twenty nine million years and all is well, God bless this place I call home. LOVE IS BEAUTIFUL AND DIMENSIONS OF LOVE. -If you like my site please leave a comment at the following email address = ssehcetam@surfanytime.net-- Look deep inside for your hidden pride and just let your love flow as the song goes.---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- My poems are great, although they frustrate, why wait? do not hesitate, he thus also ate on a plate at the Tate, while in solemnity to meditate. Is a story a poem and why is the sea so blue? why do birds fly in the sky and not stand and walk like you,? why is the sun bright yellow and why is the desert so dry,? only my poems can answer these mysteries, so read on and pray do not cry. What is a man if not a woman, and why be shy and not brave, why love thoughts and hide them, when shades of resentment are grey, although this is not the beginning of any substantial decline, it may well be the ending of literature if poetical prose be mine. All of my poems are rubbish and yet they sell, all of water needs drinking but not a well, a day needs a night, as any moon in flight will tell you, the bird on the wing sings a song, the man in the tower dings a dong, the tick keeps clocking, and the carpenter keeps knocking his wood into the nail, to write a poem one needs rhyme, to sing a song one needs time, to write a book one needs a pen, to keep a lion one needs a den, all of my poems are rubbish but they sell. Poetry is all things to everyone, poetry is good, poetry is anything written, poetry is food of your cell, or soul, jolly dee said he whoop it up and give another performance just for me, and so I did give another performance just as he had asked me to, and again the applause rang out into my ears telling me that I was not alone, encore encore please you are so good they said, and so again I repeated my act, jolly dee said he as I climbed down out of my tree, this monkey deserves an increase in pay I thought an increase in pay, listen I said how about a raise,? play it again sam I am still in a daze said he. One day so soon corned flake in my spoon, apple on rye crisp on butter somewhere in my gutter memory. This house is a bit sideways on, it leans not very straight, it was built on a hill and its ex-occupier was called Bill, and Bill always had a chill, and because this house was built on a hill the roof is as big as the door, and the mice take refuge in the floor, the windows are made of wood and the present occupier is very good at building houses sideways on.I once was a porter whom thought that I ought'a do something about getting married, so I went to the chapel eating an apple, slipped on the core and fell on the floor, and ended up in a box. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Without quite realising it I had surpassed myself a thousand fold, travelling in warp factor Twelve and beyond planets and minds and obstacles, a million light years had unfolded before me, everything was as clear to me as the morning sun rising over the mountain top, to be able to see all the worlds problems, to be able to see every bodies point of view, to be able to understand why people fought wars and held different religious beliefs, and why people chose to die of starvation when food was available, it seemed as if my mind was racing forward at a million miles per second, beyond this planet, beyond the furthest most far reaching planets and still further, and far out beyond and still travelling, to be able to understand all that one sees and hears, and never being able to find a problem to stop me, a truly remarkable predicament to find oneself in. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Every day I sit and wonder and contemplate my nose, every day as I sit and wonder my nose it grows and grows, in every way I always wonder if my nose it knows, that the secret of a lovely nose is to write some decent prose. Fifteen minutes and twenty seconds late not enough time to bake that cake, chasing that second hand around and around soon be time to visit town, hurry scurry puff and pant the crowd they stare and then they rant, fifty five seconds nearly there will I make it what a scare, Ten Nine Eight this is it come back next week for another bit, to the wheel of fortune. Lovely lady beautiful and sweet eyes so piercing a pleasure a treat, gently as I approach so near, will she wont she thats the fear, and yet within this passive stance we both await the wished for glance, the thoughts the hopes abound anew for those that wait are lost its true, a simple touch and then the smile, the wait has yet surpassed a mile, beneath the tremor my nerve doth shake the moment is now to make or break, but all is well she doth kiss long, the poem has sung its enchanted song. In times of need we falter not lest it be to tie the knot, the brave the strong the weak are slain the path we take will doubt remain in love the thought the eye is pure, we walk the silent echo to path when once again it shall be known, a night of pleasure a life of pain. Episode one of this story is tread the thought the dream the pain in head, at last the longed for thirst has passed the pen has served its trusted mast if these few words can gender hope then please read on and stay the rope. There is more than this in a moment its true, have patience my friend for tis not thought that lacks the need but pertinence redeems itself and far away the night is new, when once we wake and night becomes true, few of us are bold and brave for those that are the shield the knave a knight of valour a sword and thrust the poem has yet a soul to trust. Whenever the Earth shines its light above the stars and into the night, the mist it fades and then it glows for when the power of the sun it knows, to move and gently sway the fog and rain the birds at play, from inside out and over the top our lovely planet moves and will never stop, for life itself is born anew, with each day passing love it grew, its good to wake and see the dawn, another day this Earth is born. I stepped down from the plane and I left her heart our love had just begun to start, she was so pure a gem indeed a man could wish for nothing more, a tear began to fall and then she turned and whispered gently, a sweet caress and then the call another man had stolen all, alone one night and then the news a soul destroyed without much thought, just memories now an empty space this love has walked and the words the love the kiss has gone, just lonely dreams in life that sadness has caught. she followed me and I her, we made every step a pleasure to taste as she walked upon my breast, to keep a tender loving way while holding hands we skip and play, the distance was without a doubt just a second without a thought, now the sky is full of rain, the heart is filled with lifelong pain. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The following are imagined facts, that is, a factually imagined reality, that may or may not be true in other words it could be fiction, real or imagined true or false it remains an unknown, at least an unknown to others, but not to me, for me at least it represents the only truth, its the truth of different dimensions, you see it came to me in a dream, it just made pure sense the only sense to see and know that different dimensions are real. The way to understand this theory is to imagine a box of copy paper, lets say a box of A4 copy paper, of which there may be 500 or 1000 sheets or maybe more in a box, well now the next step is to imagine that each sheet of that copy paper is our whole universe, everything the whole lot all of the planets stars galaxies dark matter light matter all matter, no matter, everything black holes the lot, all and everything on this one piece of A4 copy paper, well thats it I mean thats what different dimensions are, ie millions and billions of single sheets of A4 copy paper all piled one on top of the other just as they are in a box of A4 copy paper, and remember that all of these single sheets of copy paper represent one complete and total universe the whole thing ie everything you and me and all of the stars and galaxies and planets and black holes and well you get the idea - right,? well thats whats going on you see one sheet of copy paper represents one dimension, and the next sheet of copy paper represents the next dimension, and the next and the next etc etc ad infinitum, now the next step is to realise that each and every one of these sheets of paper ie each and every one of these dimensions encompasses and includes each and every one of us, yes thats right you and me, an exact copy of ourselves is on each and every piece of this copy paper and don't forget that the whole universe is on each and every sheet with all of us and everything duplicated exactly the same billions and trillions and zillions of times over and over and over again, and so it is that people the world over have experienced the feeling that they have been somewhere before, when they know that they have not, it really is just that our other self has been there and done that particular thing, and don't forget that they are very close indeed, so close in fact that its just like that sheet of copy paper sitting on top of that other piece of copy paper millions and billions and trillions and zillions of times over and over and over again, never ending yes thats right they are very close indeed I mean our other selves and our other universes and our other dimensions all co existing so close just as close as that sheet of A4 copy paper in that box of 1000 sheets of A4 copy paper repeated and duplicated forever over and over and over again, well that is my guess my hope my dream another dimension never to be seen, a dream of something better than this a long lost love never to be missed, a place a time that has gone before another world beyond that door, a trusted place better than now another dimension but surely how,? think not of them nor even of why it really is just futile to try, trust in yourself and this place we are at while other dimensions ponder with chat, they are out there of course its true a perfect copy of someone like you in fact they sit and ask as we, but pause with doubt lest it be just a dream and nothing else a hope a wish of a better life a dimension where all is void of strife, our very selves are thinking this right now upon that distant place the look upon the smile of face we might one day have the chance or miss the opportunity to gently kiss that lovely lass whom we have lost in this dimension born of frost, she waits and looks a beauty a prize just out of reach of her lovely eyes, just a dimension thats all it takes to reach the arms of strength to make a better life where love it grows in the body of one whom knows, that love transcends all dimension and time another dream and she is here transported from that distant fear, for love is the answer so doubt it not have faith that we are all as one she may be here and there as well but love will make the distance small not even a dimension can build a wall, we stand together so be not afraid the A4 paper can not invade be content and suffer not as this dimension will forever stay a true reflection of our other self, think not out there but here instead, our planet is pure with life to tread. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Have you ever wondered why words are as they are?, and why we call a car a car, who invented words and why do we see that piece of wood as a tree, why water and sky and bird and fly, why chairs and tables and carpets and bread, when someone chose these words in head why not this and that and anything instead?, when the word was chosen it must have been said not only the wise have something in head, the answer is clear it must always have been, not one person could invent what has always been seen, these words have existed long before us so don't worry and stress with thought and fuss, the answer is clear for all to see there is no mystery with that tree the words were always here just waiting to be found, and there are many more secrets waiting around so read on and have no fear, as the meaning of life will soon become clear. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- On a clear dark night when the moon it doth shine and the stars they twinkle like a glass of wine, you can see the answer for its up above there is no mystery in space or love, for how can it all have been created when not yet the stars the planets the emptiness were dated, ? well clearly things have always been why just imagine the empty scene they say the gas and dust did all for after the bang the story is tall can you not see the blinding light for I tell you true this night the bang was not and could not be its easy to discover what must have been, no cloud of dust can just be there without a reason or even a care, the void the blackness the things we see were put in place by one like me, need I say more you must realise we were made in his likeness what a surprise, there was never a bang not out in space because he made everything just like our face, yes now you know and see it all infinity exists there is no wall. And now this life this truth is seen you know the answer has always been fear not for love its never gone the poet and poem will linger on, your strong and brave so trust in thee will echo beyond this time and place the past the future in pure full face, the beauty repeats and we will see the song in hope and pleasure in life its long, you will not die nor tender be only the brave will create the joy to see, if hope and love are in your heart the beginning and ending will never start, we were always here and will always be just like the wood in that tree, life is eternal and love the same so doubt it not and ease the pain. If thought and deed were never spoken hark the smile will not be broken with trust in your heart and the hope and prayer is not the beauty long to stare, fear not to walk the darkest road with love in your heart the song will ode. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- So what I have got is what I keep no longer the fool or knight to sleep much has been given born of doubt when such was fear to live without, not a moment not a word was said frustrated and told the pressure in head, when lost and ancient rhymes go near the pleasure was taken without a tear and now we have to live with choice, the lungs are longing to shout with voice, trust in what is left undone strive and prosper and try to run. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------This is the story of a man who falls in love, of one whom seeks the hand of his fair maiden then tragically dies by way of drowning, and these are his thoughts as he descends the murky depths and of his hopes and dreams alas being so sadly dashed in one so young and yet to fulfil the might of life. January cold and icy February played with snow March starting to thaw April showers raincoat May I have this dance June such a pretty name July on my other arm August things are hotting up September on the boil October wedding bells approaching November saw us cut the cake December honeymoon to take. A is for affair my affair with you B is for bare this life we two C is for care for each other D is for dare to be together E is for ever our love always F is for fear that we should part G is for great this love to start H is for hope we have together I is for island our home J is for joined entwined forever K is for keep us together L is for love ours alone, M is for mouth to speak the truth N is for never us to part O is for open our hearts wide P is for pleasure we give to others Q is for questions we never ask or hide R is respect for each other, S is in spite of all our flaws T is the tremendous feeling for you U is the ultimate feeling, V is victory over adversity W is winning the battle of life X is extra beyond strife Y is younger with each year Z is zealous for each tear. Walking and talking and thinking of you as we pass the Deer in the zoo the pretty red roses on our right enchanting serene what a beautiful sight, Aprils showers could do no wrong splendidly singing ancient songs away to the greenhouse master of none, save for the apes the gorillas have won the spacious refinery all to ourselves, cloved in asparagus set on the shelves, this place of amusement which we see is London zoo to you and me, now we approach the snakes and the frogs signs saying please will you bring no dogs just over there the journeys end we are in love lets not pretend. Such a happy rolling seaside town simply skyward waiting for the applause to be forever on the ancient lawns roller coaster bubbly juice, the bands are heading for number one break the lateness time is floating keep for me people are boating back to front and inside out we are high on love and not without, rowing in a small boat everything is nice and quiet the water is very still and calm as we pass the waters moat and the castles moat, as I row I can not help but as I look into her beautiful eyes whereupon I am hypnotised and her smile makes me realise that to be in a boat alone with her on this river of tranquillity this is a beautiful feeling, looking and thinking and reeling as we pass the roses red and the sight of daffodils in their bed I start to gaze to look and groan these thoughts of words in monotone, and now she starts to smile at me this is the face of sublimity is this the girl that loves the sea whom thinks of me in totality a veil of flowers and a cloak of thorns this is the girl that keeps me warm, thinking and feeling I begin to sleep suddenly I fall overboard and into the deep in she goes without a thought I feel that time has come to nought, down I go I am gone for sure but wait a moment there is a door am I dreaming or is this real on my left is a giant eel, this is too much and its blinding me my arms are pulled with relentless ease the strength the power the force ensues, the water abounds the depths submerged all light and life begins to fade, floating breathing past pleasures redeem resting with mouth and lip to conceal her beauty shines and radiates warmth the eyes they shine and penetrate deep, our love has survived the dreaded weep. Oh to be in England on such a fine day oh to be in Sussex in the suns ray oh the joys of living in this loving way all the children and flowers happily at play, oh to be in England never been so good Shakespeare's cottage even Robin Hood oh to be in England what more could I want to be in church on Sunday kneeling at the font. Prosperity in light blue shades of sunset in overdrive caught on the wheel of fortune almost a bit of madness absolutely and abundantly serene in its simplicity a broken nightmare painted in sadness, leaves that are green the colour of my youth and leaves that have markings of veins in their bed a baby grown from seedlings small closed in the earth with eyes alone, a stub of growth a mark of respect left asunder from their breast an upward climb an endless trail the suns ablaze not far to go, now watch the earth gently move a rose I am another day. A pleasure to see you my friend so nice to see you again a long time to be together separated entwined forever loves lost on lonely march parades to see you now, illustrious pictures anew fresh from the perfume of old scents and fragrance aplenty with people that we know sad as we were seen as we grow this pleasant land is for me picture postcard boulevard DE john in France on a sunny day. Time is fortune money is life give me that daydream in my strife wrap up my sorrows peppered with tears whisper sweet nothings in my ears, follow me all the days of my life and enrich me with feelings of happiness. Walking on air and walking on sea seeing and tasting and feeling a spree on whistling past the old oak common boarders when those days of fishing and floating and playing football in the spring and on the sand, and now we go walking and running and gaily jumping and to dance halls and parties and spend evenings dining and tasting the summers vineyard wine and reminiscing on our youth, time is fortune money is life give me that daydream in my strife, follow me follow me inside out give me that daydream with tables and chairs and a bottle of stout pen to paper Liszt on song Issac is knowing this payment begone, January cold middle is bold ending is told my birthday again. There is a town called Limerick with people very gay the children always run about and every day they play over the hills and down the valley you can see old Limerick town with the sun so bright and the moon at night it layeth all alone. Happiness is my name contentment is my game to have plenty of everything and nothing to lose born on this day a pleasure to choose so happiness is all things to me. HARRY SHARMA KATE HENRY JULIA ROSE PHILLIS ALICE ROBERT BARBARA MARK. The sea is beautiful it is clean and it is smooth silky shiny and nice, it is very nice just to be sitting quietly on the beach without anyone around to disturb the silence, when the sun is going down in the early evening and everything is serene looking up at the cloudless sky is a beautiful thing, and seeing in the distance the last of the birds going home to nest tranquil in their silence as they glide away gently on the breeze. Light of my India with garlic watered down mellow DOWN save for all this woe begotten tract of treasures bend this arm of oppression show forth this anaemic face that shudders openly appalled, shower these thy children with flowered perfume scent red roses opened in spring give thanks to all that you bring forth and give truth the chance to redeem its broken wing, succour all his thoughts of mellow shadowed perception on a fiery wind, angered by his arm of friendship dust to dust the bounties king reach out to splendour mine own see this thing of movement keep all these things as one as the eagle approaches the gates of home. On wandering past old common brick brown and grey dust filled with ages past the eloquence of a bygone age so flamboyant in its youth time resisted all abuse, following green pastures and fence to laid mortar and stick come now and see this thing of beauty for it has been bequeathed to us all let not weak heart prevent us, stand near and lobby her bow for it needs support a thing of beauty never dies given for the sake of posterity she is a treasure upon us all in weather fowl she stood alone in the heavy storm she faltered not now brave her gently kind folk for we fear that she may aghast the life is ebbing from her broken sail, I remember walking by a stream only remembering the tiny fish just below the surface of the water sitting by the bank just by the waters edge how pleasing to hear the silence the stillness the softness of grass on finger, ripples gently swaying glistening on the water the sun strikingly red and yellow as the evening draws near, on the distant winds the animals cry foxes sleeping darkness coming soon be night all is quiet once more. My mind and my body were detached my spirit disabled a rolling stone in the blackness of uncertainty and here I am sitting alone my body and my mind so far apart it was as if being in a car with the windows open with people many thousands of people standing in a straight line and all of them shouting at the tops of their voices but not being able to hear what they were saying because of the speed at which I was traveling to be able to comprehend everything without fully understanding anything such a paradox to live with. Twilights last gleaming born on the ceiling of blues and greys and white playing football and thinking of telling tales tall tales pieces of Eight without weight plums and fruit juice of wine taken away on light blue dust, from Sunday to November and back together we stay and accept the ultimate of this treasure for you and me and those days of sights past, and present pleasures given for ourselves your light. Somewhere out there is my reflection somewhere out there is my other self gazing down on this object of desire, somewhere outside is my inner being looking again at the imprint of this thing, without looking inside looking out without looking outside looking in we try to see ourselves looking at the looking, looking at the looking mirror, looking at the looker only to see ourselves being looked upon by the looker, don't try to force when the force of the force is not forcing the issue remains still the issue remains the same, the stillness remains the issue the same remains the same. ITS NO GOOD WISHING YOU MUST DO, AND IF YOU DO AND WISH YOUR WISH WILL COME TRUE, be with me for another day and help me to help others in the same way. Of ships and sails partly hidden blue of acorn eyes apart dead of night we are as one we sprightly dance the butterfly waltz canst from the dungeon cool a further feather from osprey, let Byron's name be echoed throughout the land and let the day of Agamemnon approach the eye of Zeus, The army in Ireland are fighting a battle hell is hell even in heaven once in hell and above the sword the crime is done and blood is poured, now for country law and peace we see ourselves for what we are never to stay the falling blade can I but face that darker bend in which may come my final end. The answer to all the problems the answer is to meditate be still and sincere in the silence of meditation. Since I was young I would be sitting with book on my knee sitting by the fire glowing brightly with my family and all was very peaceful, over the years reading my book page by page I took the chance to read all the news with a breathless wonder yearning to look, since I was Ten still reading my book fifteenth chapter take another look since seventeenth chapter all is well tea is ready story to tell, since I was eighteen and full of thought playing rugger on rugby ground north of town bound for fifty miles, with still time to read my book and still sitting by the fire with my family around the tree, tall stories of my younger days children and grandchildren and auntie Margaret's daughter on my knee, since I was reading my book since I was young and old. I sit here now with frowning heart saddened with eyes torn apart blackened ripped and desperate plagued by sarsaparilla, pop corn and yellow custard pies and butter beans floating in G wave on the good ship lollipop. Tide and sea sand and peace its what everybody wants flying in a small plane all is green below piecing together pieces falling in the snow, pleasing memories of people and places the things we did together so long ago when we were happy death comes so soon so unexpectedly, tide and sea and sand so green the pleasant land the Earth comes closer still repentant always praying, hoping when there is no hope covering mine eyes a second only and then a flash and then the blackness, am I dead or alive? perhaps in limbo a feeling of floating endlessly drifting dead or alive?. On Bolton dock I was standing around the stale bread and cocoa until uncle Bert with tea in hand made advances to the sand off they flew all in a flutter only to land face down in the gutter all of a splutter with tears in their eyes. Staying alive staying alive staying alive this world is staying alive running jumping singing drinking and staying alive staying alive staying alive, happy happy sorrow cry staying alive staying alive singing in a one man band One Two Three Four Five and trying to stay alive. How can I weep for sorrow when she has no tears, how can I condemn the meek when they hold the spears, light this fire with passion spurned and cast aside this womb of feeling given to us for life's journey now to start, pleased for the seeing sights of believing a view of aspiring glory taken from the book of Jude relive this moment for me, Armageddon approach begone each second counted Armageddon is upon us. I am pleased to be myself I am pleased to be together with friends I am pleased to have a nice job and home I am a product of my mothers thoughts I am a pebble in this shell of sunken beaches. Dreaming of a time gone by and trying to remember forgetting only glimpses of reality feeling not as one and yet not lonely, oblivious to actions events and causes quiet thoughts pass freely now dreaming still of the friends I once had before and now, what is real and what is untrue? where am I what am I and what are they? all these things are dreams but what is a dream?. Can you please will you please come back to me soon perhaps we can be together again one day soon, when you were with me I was walking on air as light as a feather not even a care, but now you are gone and life is so sad will I see you again? perhaps in heaven, what a time we will have. [ EPILOGUE ] And so it came to pass that a fair young prince whose spirit was cast aside lay forlorn and defeated on the long dark road of sadness to the other world beyond the reach of light and hope, and yet for whom and lest we tell there may be a truth beyond the reach of hell, we believe and trust that all will be well for this fair young prince whom has lost his princess, but we hope and pray there will come a day when they join again for fair prince and princess to succumb once more for loves sweet smile to kiss and caress beyond oppressive duress. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Spirit my thoughts and arrest this tranquillity move me one step closer to reality, Telegraph Standard news flash Times Observer Guardian Angel Sun shine for me Mirror my thoughts shine on this foolhardy spirit of enlightenment, frown upon my wicked venture absolve me from evil and injustice, take this bond and pieces, repair this martyred soul, again this duty pleased., The sunshine comes slowly over the mountain top whistling and breathing with every stop, breaking silkily through the misty morning air as I stand alone in the due drop green grass, the cool morning breeze echos past on its way to meet the night on its long and relentless journey, where one day I will stand to meet him and to greet him on that mountain top, the next morning as the mist it gently fades to see the sun arise again, playing games on my mountain top surely my friend will never stop. I have written many poems but my best I regard as this one read on. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 123456789 and all is fine FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF FINE. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- There was a time before the yesterdays became tomorrows that the flowers they did bloom and the canon boom and the light and the darkness were as one, when the mist was hazy and the dawn was crazy for the love of life and the swift cut of the knife were known, Tis now to say that faith and gun were alive to each other and better than none, when doubt and fear were always near and the shudder and fight were always right, well, it is in this time of hope and lost the days were long and the forests were tall that this tale begins to shine, when dreams were proud and the brave did stand that merry spring of man was loud, it was a time of peace and hope when all those songs were filled with gusto, now I empty this pot of gold for tis true that the detail must now unfold, all mystery and doubt will be cast out for you will know the truth of how it all began in that time of legend and man, a miracle was born that day and I am here to show the way, fear not and look that compass long the days the years we search with song, of battles and creatures proud and lean the blood it flowed before the scream, the brave were weak and the old were young in those days of pastures strong, if England's song can rise again the bravest folk will honour men. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Believing that there is something else other than emptiness trying to surrender ones own doubts and fears to the reality and to the absurdity of feelings, plying wood upon fire moist upon dryness water upon depravity, seldom recognising that what we are doing is total destruction of humanity self annihilation for a lost cause, perhaps its already too late to stop the seemingly endless chain reaction of events, that we are told are beyond our power, and yet all alone in the darkness one can see the benignity of it all perhaps the emptiness does have something, something to say and something to offer, perhaps we are not alone its as if waiting for the seconds on a clock to tick relentlessly by, time will continue even if there are no humans to wind the clock. Stubbornly I find myself criticising all that I see around me, but still I feel not quite alone its as if in the emptiness and the stillness there is a voice to be heard, albeit a voice without a face the lonely one on the other side of awareness who can not communicate to tell us of the better world, which is just beyond our reach, am I really so far away from the truth?, I believe that to find ones self one must look inside for the answers. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Impersonalised number plates driving in a small plane feeling a little pain, don't think that I am the same doing it my way thought that I knew it all, where am I going to what is it all about? trying to work it all out my way, nothing more to say take my girl to the pictures seen it all before, someone at the door open it and fall in love again. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------When one contemplates the existence of life on Earth one must surely be completely mystified by the fact that there is no end to space, but there must be an end somewhere. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Perhaps one of the most controversial and emotive subjects facing man in this century is just how do we dispose of the bodies of our deceased?. Throughout the centuries this has not been a problem that mankind has addressed to himself with any degree of seriousness, it has never been seen as a problem with any degree of urgency attached to it, it is only now at the end of the Twentieth century and the beginning of the Twenty First century that man is beginning to take seriously this enormously complex problem. Burying the dead has always seemed to be the most humane and respectful way of disposing of bodies as far as the relations of the deceased are concerned, and until quite recently there has been no need to think seriously about the problem, maybe this is because there has always been plenty of land available, and also that in all countries respect for one's dead and finding a proper place of rest for them has never been found difficult, but as we open a new chapter and start a new century we are being made aware of the need in many ways to increase food production and conserve energy for the ever increasing population, and so the need to conserve our wealth is the reason for needing so much land. It is a priority which we must come to terms with quite soon if it is to have any effect at all, I believe that there can only be one answer which is logical and practical, and one which is the only realistic solution there can be little doubt that cremation is the answer to this very serious and pressing problem, however, the way to go about convincing people is far from easy, to suggest to the families of those deceased that in the interests of everyone, not least those in the Third world, whom are in desperate need of the Earths resources, that their dearly beloved be cremated would no doubt seem quite outrageous and unnecessary, man can not forever go on abusing the Earths resources at such an alarming rate, the Earth at the present time has what may seem like an abundance of land available for agricultural purposes, and so people have assumed that that there will always be an abundance of food and raw materials whenever needed, but this can only remain so if we stop burying our dead and start cremating them. A typical burial ground will probably be used for a period of some Fifty years or more, with the present increase in population and our need to feed and clothe everyone, we must start taking seriously our need to conserve land, we simply can not afford to take substantial areas of land out of circulation for so long. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------The following little verse is not to be taken too seriously by those that are easily offended, there is no disrespect intended, it is just a poem, well a story of sorts. That poor black person uneducated semi literate half breed, forbidden in the house of the white man born to serve the master supreme, separated from his homeland over centuries of gloom a beaten finalist in the race of doom, some abstract admission of guilt, born in the womb of sorrow, despised and forlorn cared for and mourned, the life of the black man when born. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Asian lady dressed in white across the Sahara desert with mouthfuls of water glazed, about this time set to thinking of some ancient forest, born to give life and sight all of the soldiers leading the way across this sandy dune, of beautiful droplets particles of blues and greys and flowered petals pacing, only in my mouth for the pleasure that I gave and only small thoughts passing for the brave and not forgetting the slave traders, in that land of song across this sea of caves this camel of my meaning. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Roses are red pretty red velvet and soft roses in their fire blown from aloft, orchids and daffodils and blue dancing too much on due pine tree escallop and rice, boiled beef stewed onions and lice, roses red partly hidden splendour accentuated on this autumn gender manor to manor surrender, speak up and voice your views roses and daffodils on blue, albeit lies or true if lies and detention born on redemption splendour splendour given voice, on this afternoon of alpha sud super soap sud.---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- THE WORLD CUP 2010 ] Those days of football are upon us again when the shout of the girls admire the men, the brave and the strong have travelled so far for the fame and the glory a bruise and a scar, they came from the lands of poverty and pride the rich and the poor now they all reside, no fear no lust no thirst to fail the spirit is strong to shout to hail, all conquering hero's must strive to the mast each game is so precious each man to the last, to play for one's country ambassadors all the heartbreak the sorrow before the fall, the winning and losing the constant test just another game before the rest, at this moment we are all as one as each waits nervously for the starting gun, whoever triumphs we are winners all, the taking part makes a man stand tall.--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Last night was a very sad night he sat there all alone desperately desperately needing help, a sorrowful picture of loneliness and depression, every fibre of his makeup was exhausted beyond recognition of the once youthful full of life character that once occupied that strong and happy frame, completely shaken by shock a man who would not and could not accept the truth which was the truth of separation, as I watched I could feel and sense and realise that it was the death of a soul and the death of a spirit of that embodiment of life, and of love and of hope he was now dead, a pitiful languid and hateful and despised specimen-of nauseating sickness, he was pretending to smile while realising that everybody hated him and all of the time he was wondering just what he could do to heal the break, crying in his teacup alone all through the night his heart was bleeding and it would continue to bleed for all time, his stare was callous hard and cruel with a burning look that penetrated the floor, endlessly searching for the reason for his heartache, alas it was all too late to reconcile the hurt my friend is now alone perhaps to be alone for ever not knowing when he will regain his happiness or his pleasures or his life, his thoughts were all too clear he was trying to say that he was sorry for the wrong that he had done he was trying to say please while knowing that all the time he dare not say a word or there would be a deathly hush of hatred he was trying to say that his love was still for her alone, but she did not want to listen to his petty mumblings he was now a man who knew just what it was that he had done and he regretted it so much but he knew now that it was too late to change a thing, how sad it is to look upon the face of defeat many a sad-line telling a sad tale, what will become of the man of sorrow never to see the light of tomorrow, seldom have I seen such a change in a man.---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I place my faith in God and all of my worldly possessions I place at his door, I do not condemn those that are evil but ask forgiveness instead, I smile in the face of adversity I laugh at evil intent I pray for those that are good and also for those that are bad, and I ask nothing for myself other than to help those less able than me, my religion I have none my aims are small my likes and dislikes are few, but above everything else my one hope remains to be able to say that I tried when someone asks for my hand in time of need, and yet these are only words mere words without strength, the test will come when one day someone says help me.-------------------------------------------------------------------------- I have received instruction in faith I have accepted the word and the light I have chosen to obey all things to this day without fear or malice or spite, I am simple and clean and I do what I can to help those that are worse off than me, and so to end this sad tale of rhyme and song let me part with the words of shakespeare anon, my dear let me be what I want to be a simple soul harmless to all.---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Two wars are long past a third in sight as east and west both flaunt their might, with awesome weapons in grand array total destruction on open display, as counter charge and counter lie tension mounts the price is high one hasty word and all could die, filled with a dread I have seldom known fear my companion I sit alone afraid this day I might be called upon to fire three, through mankind's greed and mankind's hate I am now ordered to exterminate all mankind, the dye is cast and I am caught not much time left for thought trained to act instantly repeat command fire three, those cold grey walls shall be my shroud as I release the deadly mushroom cloud, button three is coloured red and finally all are dead, spare us this day, I feel an urgent need to pray to ask the lord forgive us this day, button Three now glowing red, needlessly all are dead. button three is coloured red and finally all are dead, spare us this day. A strident note the warning bell confusion hurry run like hell fire fire someone shouts then suddenly find there is no way out the doors are locked where are the keys ? a woman is praying on her knees, I try to resist the panic I feel have I the time to stop and kneel, ? as I stumble through smoke and erupting flame I wonder if someone will find whom is to blame, I sorrow for those whom soon must follow I am sorriest most there is no tomorrow.---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The cup slipped gently from the old mans hand he could not hear the nearby band, a beggar blind who had no sin there was no reason to do him in, he had no fear of any harm he was withered old and full of charm, he never spoke just proffered the cup hoping for something he would share with the pup, who was whining now and licking the face, of the only friend he could not replace.---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- No one knows for certain what follows one's last breath, no one knows for certain if there is living after death, no one knows the reason someone called a fish a trout, no one knows for certain if an echo can make a shout, no one can be sure of the face behind a mask, no one knows the answer to a question that you don't ask, but one thing is for certain and the truth it can not lie, you can not live forever and one day you will die.-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------I could gather the silver thats lining every cloud, I could be the lightening flash and the thunder following loud, I could know the innocence of a babe just newly born or walk along a rainbow and see a new worlds dawn, I could ride upon the wind to the farthest galaxy, quite simply I unlocked my mind and threw away the key, through my imagination I now find has made me very sad, they say that I have lost my mind and have locked me up as mad.---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sharp is the edge of the knife I see, a surgeon in white bends over me, blood spattered gown brush my face- I sink in a flimsy clouds embrace, with fluttering heart and feeble will - I now depend on the surgeons skill, soft the hands I no longer see softer still the memory, awareness comes and with it pain moving beds an endless chain, concerted effort to save a life another goes to face the knife, its calmer now and need I say --they have not lost a life today.----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A second chance, I was only a smalltime gambler whom did not know a lot, but I went to a casino and I won the biggest pot, it seemed like easy pickings I thought I knew the score, I lost all count of place and time as I laid out more and more, drunk with thoughts of grandeur a little tree grown tall too late I recall the proverb pride goes before a fall, the joy and ease of winning was not without its thrill but my cup of sorrow was brimming when I had to face the bill, I no longer have a wife and home I am a saddened and lonely man I was only a small time gambler but played as a big man can, the pill that I must swallow a lesson expensively learned my position all due to my gambling my fingers sorely burned, I dread the thought of the morrow and the path that I must walk a highway of grief and sorrow a road without a fork, I look back on my life with a sadness and regret my broken romance, can I know the joy of gladness to be found in a second chance ?.---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It does not need a brain on a higher plain to see wars as futile and a pain, so lets refrain from the strain of a million droplets of rain. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I LOVE YOU SWEETHEART, I ALWAYS HAVE AND I ALWAYS WILL, MY HEART IS IN PAIN AND THE WEATHER IS ALWAYS RAIN, AND LIFE WITHOUT YOU IS A STRAIN, AND IF IT ALL GOES WRONG WITH THE MAN ANEW, THEN BE HAPPY IN THE KNOWLEDGE THAT I LOVE YOU, AND I WILL ALWAYS WELCOME YOU BACK INTO MY ARMS, FOR LOVE HAS NO TIME LIMIT, MY HEART AND SOUL IS YOURS, I DREAM OF OUR BEING TOGETHER, IF ONLY YOU WILL PERMIT, WITH MY DYING BREATH I KID YOU NOT, FOR TRUE LOVE IT NEVER DIES, AND WITH YOUR DYING BREATH LOOK DEEP INTO MY EYES, FOR OUR LOVE WILL SHINE, AND REALISE, THAT WE ARE TOGETHER, FOREVER, AND WE WILL NEVER PART, AND OUR TRUE LOVE WILL RENEW WITH A STRONGER HEART.----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Merry Christmas and God bless everyone, and I pray that you will find the lord as I have. Just looked outside and its total darkness the street lights are off, welcome to austerity in the uk 2011. My prediction for the uk budget, = fags up booze up petrol up taxes up all hope for a better life down down down. No need for austerity plenty of money around but privatisation is the top agenda. 12 billion pounds for the olympics money for wars everywhere and public service down the toilet. A uk liberal mayor lets hope so as I stand to win big bucks if it happens. Yankee horse racing is great its better than the uk which is fixed rotten. Horse racing in the uk is screwed rotten take my advice bet on night time yankee horses they pay out on 1-2- and 3 - even with 7 runners. The usa the uk and Israel will regret their foolish rhetoric their words of war will rebound on them and haunt them forever. Any country that attacks Iran will be destroyed so stop this madness now. Israel the usa uk France and other hopeless hangers on are insane to seek a fight with Iran. Fucking bastards Nato bullshit stop interfering in other countries Nato wankers. The wests action in libya sets a dangerous precedent for world order, it is wrong illegal unjust and dangerous for world peace. The usa uk and France are wrong to seek a change of leadership in libya, 1973 does not give them the authority for such action stop now. www.ssehcetam world poetry and publications .co.uk- el presidente gbagbo is king el presidente gbagbo is the winner viva el gbagbo viva el gbagbo viva el gbagbo viva el gbagbo viva el gbagbo. scum usa uk Israel pay back time is coming in defence of the oppressed in the arab world insane policies will have severe consequencies. The Third world war is upon us say your prayers the end is near. Eruv poles all over the fucking place, concessions to the Jewish community but no one else, screw the jews, screw Israel, screw the west. I need love I need warm hugs I need honesty tranquility sincerity but no chance on earth 2011. David ca morons big society is doomed to fail uk conservatives are insane insane insane. Who agrees with me that the British Royal Family are a waste of time and money, ? Royal wedding complete rubbish, who cares I dont. Press tv for real news Press tv Press tv Press tv Press tv . Down with usa down with uk down with Israel down with the mafia, viva freedom viva democracy viva Egypt. The Egyption army are puppets of Hosni, the people must protest the usa the uk and Israel just want time to put their stooges in place. Grutos Sena Beeswi Agdu Twhyy. Why are track and field events run anti clockwise. ? Does Sir Alex Fergurson the man u manager wear a bullet and stab proof vest under that black coat, is he scared of being bumped off.? I like Islam I like Muslims they are good people friendly and wise, God bless them all. Is Egypt heading towards Sharia law ? will Sharia law become the religion of the world ? will Israel adopt Sharia law. ? Israel is finished, the Arab nations are going to gobble you all up bye bye Israel your friend Hosni has left you. Israel must be nervous worried and scared at Egypts revolution, the people want change adios Hosni. Twitter twit witwrit wet trite wire write tire rit tit we . England are rubbish at football. abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz and 0123456789 represents the total of all human knowledge. A womans place is in the kitchen they should be seen and not heard. Humanity is dumb stupid idiotic crazy mad barmy insane nuts and I only am a genius just my little joke. uk government want to move may day to october if they choose the 31st does that mean they really are wicked and evil .? Are the usa and uk and Israel planning an attack on Iran,? they would be making a big mistake to do so. Thanks for the warning Rev but I prefer honesty come what may. Shove it re death is pref to silence and fear scum politicians and scum uk political policies no fear no pain. Insane policies from uk government they should be held to account for war crimes against uk public services. uk British government imposing drastic and severe cuts to public services people will protest and potentially take violent action. uk government cutting hospitals schools day centres care homes libraries will cause chaos riots violence insane policies. London to Birmingham new rail link proposed costing £17 billion pounds what we have is adequate its a disgraceful waste of money. when politicians dont listen to their people chaos begins as in Egypt, its a tragic lesson for all other countries. 1+2+3+4+5+6+7+8+9=45 . Iranian tv news Press tv for real news not western sterilised sanitised nonsense. Iranian tv news called Press tv very nice take a look www.presstv.ir Suddenly the world loves Hosni viva Hosni viva. mr Hosni Mubarak is a dead duck, dont wait till september Hosni your people will string you up in the next few days if you hang around. The usa and Germany send planes to get their people out of Egypt, the uk waits till the next day and charges them £300 pounds for the flight. and has a cup of tea before they do anything. The London olympics is such a shameful waste of money £12 billion pounds how many hospitals schools etc its a disgrace. sky tv should be ashamed for sacking Andy Gray, sue those idiots at sky Andy for millions, free speech and democracy is now dead. Well done Andy Gray and Richard Keys speak your mind and screw the politically correct brigade, what happened to free speech. ? Women have no place on the football ground, the mans game is far too rough and tough, they should stay in the kitchen where they belong. Will some kind soul please take legal action to prevent the uk government selling uk forests to the highest bidder, ? as uk forests belong to all of us and are there to be enjoyed by all and not a priviledged few. www.ssehcetamworldpoetryandpublications.co.uk for great poetry. Spurs football club bosses are totally bonkers in wanting to re build the Stratford stadium even the fans refuse to go there. As uk politicians wish to devolve everything perhaps THEY will leave as they are a waste of time and money. Re Arizona shooting, when will the usa learn the lesson, ? the only surprise is their surprise, too many guns, too much tv violence, wake up. Watch RT.com for the truth in news. The cosy club of western mafia heads of state agreeing the death of democracy is shameful, Russia 1st. When people are pushed too far by a corrupt uk government and bent politicians they will fight back, so watch your backs scumbags. David Cameron British pm, my opinion as follows, people will protest against your idiotic policies, get lost get out and stay out, idiot. President gbagbo is king the best, viva el presidente gbagbo, screw the opposition. Leave president gbagbo alone, he won the Ivory Coast election fair and square, the usa and Europe should not interfere in other countries. Re- uk student protests, when the police use heavy handed tactics and kettling and politicians lie and cheat expect massive trouble again. No wonder we lost the football bid, sending the Two Daves and Bill smiling is not enough, wembley is a dump and London is full of rubbish. Russia for ever and China too we love the east screw the west and you too. Communism makes sense viva revolution. Get rid of the monarchy, kick out the usa uk europe bias viva revolution. Corruption pervades in uk society down with the establishment viva revolution. well done those uk students for protesting today the British establihment is corrupt the mps are corrupt David Cameron resign. Now an aircraft carrier is on its way to South Korea for war games, the usa must be totally insane 3rd world war coming up soon, crazy usa. China and Russia should tell the crazy yankees hands off North Korea, the uk and usa are seriously stupid. The South Koreans are crazy for holding military exercises so close to the border in disputed waters the usa and uk should not support them. That Bishop is right, get rid of the Royal Family I say, waste of time and money and what happened to free speech. Have a look at my great poetry web site = www.ssehcetamworldpoetryandpublications.co.uk - Dear David you do not own the bleep trees and the bleep forests as they belong to the nation they are not yours to bleep sell. This wicked conservative government are planning to sell off half of the uk forests to balance the books THEY BELONG TO THE NATION DAVID. The Malvinas islands belong to Argentina not the uk, give them back David and dont ask Chile for support, and stop military exercises there. This wicked government are thinking of doing away with the SIA license for the private security industry, are they nuts crazy bonkers. I hope you like my poetry. love you lol x --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Have you ever wondered just like me why it is that the uk weather service people talk in such strange technical terms.? I am not interested in ice o bars or high pressure or low pressure nor deep fronts and the like, how about keeping it simple, just rain or shine hot or cold we simple folk need not to trot to the highest mountain top with the misty lingo crap, just keep it simple chaps and ladies too, as after a hard days work a little chat will do. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Am I alone in thinking that perhaps just perhaps the late and many would say great Sir Jimmy Saville is being a little hard done by, and maybe spoken of a little too harshly, after all he was a DJ of the swinging sixties generation, you remember the swinging sixties and seventies dont you, ? when free love ruled the day, and flower power was everywhere, anyway the thing is that he may well have let his hands wander a little bit, but hey, I guess we all have. So he had a taste for the ladies, well that was once thought of as being normal, and having a healthy heterosexual appetite, and when being on those music shows as a DJ those ladies did not complain at the time and did not shout from the rooftops soon after, which suggests perhaps that they were not so offended after all. I must point out that I in no way condone or like the idea that he somehow did things to under age people, if that is proven then he was quite wrong and should have been found out and punished by the full force of the law, my comments are directed at those of adult age, he spent his life trying to do good, and many were helped by his charity work, its easy to kick someone when they are down, even easier when they are six feet under, I give credit where its due, and he did a whole lot of good for society generally, I think that he was a good man, a kind man, and a genuine man, whom only wanted to help others far less fortunate, and he clearly did a good job in that direction, so he liked to have some fun on the side, and had a taste for the good life, I see nothing wrong with that, with consenting adults of course. So I raise my glass to you Jimbo, in the context of your charity work and obvious kindness, and if you really did do things to those of tender years, then the price has been paid with your demise, and the Lord will be the master whom decides your ultimat