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I Am Part of the Universe

I am part of the universe
And the universe is part of me,
For whatever my body does,
My spirit will be forever free.

For between me and the universe
There is an unbreakable bond,
For I am crafted from stardust,
From the cosmos and beyond.

For I am part of the mountains,
And I am part of the sea,
I am part of the landscape,
And I am part of a tree,
I am where the dolphins sleep,
And I am where the eagles fly,
I live in the core of the planet,
And I live in the blue open sky,
For the universe is infinite,
And therefore, so am I.

For I am part of the universe
And the universe is part of me,
And whatever my body might do,
My spirit will be forever free ...

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Zebra

The zebra:
An optical illusion
That tricks your sight,
Not colour, not HD ready,
But just in black and white.

An African sales success,
Of great pride it’s the source,
Cleverly marketed as …
A bar-coded horse.

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Alive and With Medals

He stared at his war medals;
As bright as when first minted,
His own lustre long since tarnished;
Only tear-filled eyes now glinted!

He belonged to a generation
That sacrificed its fragile youth,
And traded it for our defence;
For freedom and for truth.

Although a very modest man
Who accepted his war-torn lot,
He wanted the world to remember,
All the others left to rot.

A past filled with campaigns like his,
Couldn't easily be put aside,
Though through many a tortured memory,
God only knew how he'd tried.

Don't ever forget this brave soldier,
Who now struggles to pull on his vest,
For if you forget the alive and with medals,
You'll surely, never remember the rest!

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Born To

Born to search,
Born to seek,
Born to help,
The mild and meek.

Born to rule,
Born to lead,
Born to show, 
We can be freed.

Born to Mary,
Born to atone,
Born to break
The hearts of stone.

Born to rally,
Born to rebel,
Born to dampen
The fires of hell.

Born to save,
Born to die,
Born a Saviour
For you and I.

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Butter Side Up

In life…
Whether you remain as plain toast,
Or into a soldier you are cut,
Whether you are covered in marmalade,
Or dipped into yolk from an egg cup,
In life there’s one main rule, should you fall…
Stay butter side up!

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How Can I Describe

How can I describe -
How can I describe my love for you?
For I love you much, much, deeper,
Than the deepest, deepest, blue,
And my love for you is much stronger, 
And will last much longer,
Than the granite which forms the cliff,
And although the tide may try
And pull on my heart,
My love for you will never,
Never, never, drift ...

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Dance Till You Reach the Moon

Don’t always march
To another’s drumbeat,
Nor always dance
To another person’s tune,
But march in time
To your own heartbeat and
Dance and dance
Till you reach the moon …

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Please Don'T Try and Push Me

Please don’t try and push me,
Don’t hustle and crowd me in,
I need some space to find myself,
To work out where I fit in.

Please don’t try and push me,
Just let me go at my own pace,
As the tortoise proved to the hare,
There’s more than one way to win a race.

Please don’t try and push me,
Don’t assume that you know best,
Although we all look much the same,
I am very different from the rest.

Please don’t try and push me,
Just let me go at my own speed,
I know where I want to go in life
And I’m sure I will succeed.

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Cornish Shore

The Cornish shore …
Where golden sand lies next 
To dappled grey granite rock,
Where the sea breeze sweeps
And the mussels flock,
Where the rock pools gather
And the small crabs patrol,
Where the white foam curls
And the breakers roll,
Where the sea birds call
And the salt spray stings,
Where the seaweed sunbathes
And the limpet clings,
Where a stream’s course meanders,
And reflects the azure sky,
Where a starfish gazes skywards
And white clouds go scudding by.

By all means take treasured memories,
But please take nothing more, 
And leave nothing but your footprints
On this sacred Cornish shore …

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Charlotte Dymond

In early eighteen-forty-four,
In Cornwall’s heart; on Bodmin Moor,
Charlotte Dymond, a young farm maid,
Had her throat slit with a steel blade,
She crossed fast streams and deadly bogs,
Found her way through mists and fogs,
But couldn’t stop that fatal blow,
That stole her life and laid her low,
She walked to meet someone that day,
Just who that was ... no one would say,
Found days later beside a track,
Laid on a cart; her shroud a sack,
The surgeon, Thomas Good, was fetched,
Had in his mind, her white face etched,
Charlotte untouched by fox or crow,
Had she been moved ... he did not know, 
No evidence was ever found,
But her young boyfriend had gone to ground,
Fingers so quick to point his way,
Matthew Weeks panicked; ran away,
The hapless cripple, was soon caught,
No other culprit was ever sought,
The judge was just a rubber-stamp,
Bodmin Gaol was dark and damp,
The scaffold built, the crowds arrived,
Matthew swore he had not lied,
The floor gave way, the rope drew tight,
Was justice done ... the verdict right?