Poetry to me is my legacy
Poems I write to live on endlessly
So like it or lump it
I’ll blow my own trumpet
And leave them to historic supremacy.
I want to be shaded, from the weathers blight,
Protected from The wind and lightning’s flight,
I want to be, lodged and screened from the sea,
Blanketed by an azure sky, within the Valley’s lea.
And having wandered, to this place,
I don’t want to hustle, I don’t want to chase.
My only desire, is just to be,
Left in thoughtful reverie.
There are days like these, when life seems dim,
Your pot has been filled. But not to the brim,
You can like it or lump it, no change will ensue
But at least to yourself you can always be true.
Give me a starry night, unfilled with clouds,
Uplift your spirits, cast off the shrouds.
Gaze in wonder, at this awe inspiring sight,
But know those distant suns are dead,
Despite their look so bright.
And so it is with the human condition,
We all look bright despite our perdition,
We shuffle along in a queue to the grave,
Hoping that light, (that’s our soul) we will save
It's the only land that you can
get all seasons in one day
you name it UK displays it
all the colors from blue to grey
It certainly has loads of great variety
from sun clouds snow and pouring rain
to hail winds storms and freezing ice
has such a staining effect on the brain
The north is such damp climate
having wet damp miserable outlook
fills one with negative thoughts
when sun shines it seems a fluke
In the south where it's bright
as it's mostly warmer with sunshine
for it's labelled the English riviera
where it matures like a good wine
The east has real mighty gale force
as America's conditions effect the west
when they come across from States
on the atlantic waves full crest
So that's Britain's wayward weather
like it or lump it that's your lot
remember you guys across the pond
don't send everything that you've got!
(Just some thoughts on the UK weather and how it varies so much, also a little quip at you guys in US where we seem to get the effects of your east coast storms but rarely your sunshine. but no matter we love you all!!!)
HOW IT SEEMS TO ME
In the final analysis
We are
alone
It is impossible to teach anyone
Or persuade anyone
Or convert anyone to new belief in anything
Impossible to solve anyone’s problems
To open doors for anyone.
They must do it for themselves.
When I teach people, some are ready and willing
To teach themselves, and do so.
Others are not ready - they learn nothing
Because they teach themselves nothing.
All that can be done is to teach myself
To persuade myself
To convert myself to better beliefs
To solve my own problems
To open doors for myself –
In the hope that a watching someone
May say, “Wow, if he can do it , anyone can do it!”
He does it alone, as I did.
This is the way it is naturally, like it or lump it.
And it is the best way
For us all to learn how to survive and prosper.
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