Attaining Virtue
Attaining Virtue.
I climb up to the monastery
my sanctuary seeking Zen.
Find peace of mind again: I’m free
from all that troubles me. Until
I must descend the hill. Return
to where I earn my daily bread.
Where noise instead of quietness
begins to press. I can endure
of that I’m sure, my thoughts are pure.
I will not injure any man.
Because I’ve learned to tolerate,
accept my fate patiently.
27/07/2009
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Burmese style climbing rhyme
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Small tragedies.
Darkness descending silently.
Enfolds the quiet countryside.
A blanket of tranquillity
Which only last ‘til morning light.
As day light fades and twilight falls.
Signalling it's time to rest
The air is filled with sleepy calls
As each small bird seeks out it's nest.
Though other creatures hunt at night.
On silent wings seek out their prey
To satisfy their appetite
Fierce predators that sleep by day.
The darkness does not guarantee.
Small animals security.
Saturday,05 May 2012
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Parting shot for JB Earley
Snowflakes dance like butterflies
before my disbelieving eyes.
I was prepared to sing springs song
But it appears that I was wrong.
King Winter has not fled the scene,
despite the new shoots showing green.
But merely waiting in the wings
to find a chance to upset things.
This has to be his final try
he can’t rely on his ally.
The wind will change soon as it should
to a soft breeze to suit the mood
of spring who will repaint anew
The world that winter hid from view.
21-Mar-08
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Hope overcomes experience.
I understand that love can die.
Without a cause apparently.
There is no point in asking why.
We must accept that agony
replaces erstwhile ecstasy
We used to share so long ago.
So we decide reluctantly
the time has come we must let go.
We can retain fond memories
or do our damndest to forget
though neither can be done with ease.
Because we are not ready yet.
No doubt we’ll fall in love again
undeterred by our past pain.
Thursday,27 May 2010
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Too Blooming true for M'Lady lucianne
The regal tulips proud display
will all too quickly pass away.
Their seed is set their task is done
and they depart their time has gone.
Though we enjoy their beauty show.
Their pastel colour softly glow
in multicoloured tints and hues.
A favourite colour hard to choose.
So hard in fact I do not try,
each one is pleasing to my eye
Although it’s sad to see them die
their place will soon be taken by.
Another floral beauty show
which reigns until it’s time to go.
15-Feb-08
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Tradition rules Todays Idiocy
The oyster voicing his complaint.
Disturbs the peace beneath the sea.
The haddocks say that he is quaint
a relic from prehistory.
He will not move to seek his prey,
stays firmly anchored in one place.
He says this the oyster’s way.
They weren’t designed to hunt and chase.
We were not meant to move at all.
Our food supposed to come to us,
provide us with the wherewithal
to maintain life without a fuss.
Oysters prefer to stay in bed
and wait in patience to be fed.
10-Apr-08
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Impenetrable
The bleak black basalt cliffs which form.
A barrier to Atlantic storms
Which sweep in from the open sea.
Are not a place I'd choose to be
When winter storms are at their height
and batter them without respite.
The basalt rocks are obdurate
They stubbornly accept their fate
Although the storms may rage and roar
The cliffs have seen it all before.
Wind driven waves have small effect.
On basalt cliffs which still protect.
Old Ireland from the angry sea.
they do their duty faithfully.
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Be Still and Listen for FRiend Colin
Be still and listen for the sound,
the voice of God speaks quietly.
Although the silence is profound
It cannot blank out completely.
The never ending melody.
We have not listened to before
except perhaps subliminally.
Something we usually ignore.
We are too busy listening to
competing sounds of every day
We do not do as we should do
and set some time aside to pray.
This can’t apply to just one creed
but fills a universal need,
27/06/2009
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Different Attitudes.
A cascade of bird song descends.
From a songster in the sky.
One of our small feathered friends
Who greets the morning joyously.
When she takes wing and starts to sing.
She lifts my heart and makes me smile
This feather songstress of the sky.
Displays her own distinctive style.
A tiny bird with a sweet voice.
She flies aloft reminding us
That we have reason to rejoice.
When we hear the morning chorus.
But humans rise reluctantly
and greet the day begrudgingly.
Friday,09 March 2012/
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Abnormality
Abormality?
I suffer from a strange disease.
A most peculiar malady,
I do exactly as I please
I do not seek a remedy
I’m growing old disgracefully
it’s much more fun than being staid.
Revel in eccentricity.
I’ve no reason to be afraid
of what some people think of me.
All of the people I respect
accept a certain levity.
As for the rest I don’t expect
that they would dare not to conform
to what they perceive as the norm.
14-May-08
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