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If I Built The World

If I built the world
I’d think for a bit
Of the things that are needed
What would make it a hit
I’d ask myself questions
I’d try not to lie
And consider what improves
Our lives til we die

And asides all the stuff
Like water and fresh air
Green parks, rural spaces
And plentiful fayre
A little shelter, a fire
And a system to ease
The chances of illness
And heinous disease
I think at the top of my list
There would be
A couple of people
Call them Adam and Eve
With a system in place
That would help then evolve
A family, a race,
And a means to then solve
Life’s little conundrums
The good and the bad
A means to endeavour
Happiness over sad

And in time I would hope
That whatever they made
Would enhance what I’ve given
In the blueprint conveyed
For that would be perfect
A chance to imbue
The diversity possible
With equality too

But would I give them free will
Would I give them a brain
Well do you consider
I’d make that error again?
For it seems that these tools
That should make things so good
Can be turned on themselves
And do not as they should
Make ridiculous choices
For who would dare think
That with all that’s been given
The best thing to drink
Is the poison of plunder
The extracts of war
Consuming all evil
So that more and more
So many lives are corrupted
Ruined, wrecked and destroyed
By the things human do
And the games they employ

So if I built the world
I’d think for a bit
What makes love, hope and joy
For that’s the best bit
And the rest I would fix
In their heads and their mind
So this revised edition
Would be much more kind

If There Was A God (Haiku)

If there was a god
This would be him in glory
Shining light on earth

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Blue Marbled Sphere

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Blue marbled sphere that spins through space
In watered hue through skies
Of foreign universal realms
Let’s not see its demise
But protect such a precious gem
Midst planets, stars and more
Look after the resources that
Are ours to thus ensure
That such a globe will continue
To revolve life on Earth
And that’s its citizens will have
The rights bequeathed at birth
Of fresh water and clean pure air
With true equality
Available for each to have
Its riches in plenty
And that this orb in galaxies
Will stand the test of time
A blue dot in the cosmos saved
By reason and by rhyme
Preserving our terrestrial sphere
To do, to be, to hold
The life source in all heavens ranks
Forever blessed – this world

Litter Bug Nation

Litter bug nation
An utter disgrace
With the trash that is being
Dropped all over the place

The garbage that’s thrown
From fast moving cars
To litter the wayside
Things have gone too far

The rubbish that’s dumped
Out there in the street
Just thrown into oblivion
Trampled under our feet

Then the dumping; the fouling
Fly tipping and more
Oh litter bug nation
Stop it now we implore!

For you’re stifling the planet
Suffocating her lungs
You’re killing her quietly
From the trash that is flung

From the toxins; the debris
The waste and the mess
Please take home your rubbish
And dump a lot less!

It was a real eye opener on the Bedford Bypass yesterday seeing the heavily littered wayside and literally the fact that teams of people had to be employed to litter pick the copious amounts of rubbish that filled two trucks!!!! Why do people think it is OK to fling their rubbish rather than put it n a bin? It’s beyond me!

The Waxing Moon

The moon waxes her passage
Shining through silhouetted branches
Set against the dark indigo sky
Radiant in her being
Although out of reach beyond the clouds
That skate in whispers
Like ghosts; ethereal in the midnight air
Yet still she nestles in partnership with Mother Earth
In synchrony with the universe
Suspended in space yet locked –
Locked in matrimony to this blue planet
In a bond extending into eternity

English: Waxing Crescent Moon Waxing crescent ...

English: Waxing Crescent Moon Waxing crescent moon at dusk. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

If I Was An Alien

If I was an alien looking from space
I’d look at the Earth and think what a disgrace
For the blue isn’t clear and the green is all gone
The people are fighting; there’s so much so wrong
I’d think to myself are these people for real?
They’ve brains in their heads and are able to feel
They say they are civilized but is that a joke?
For this planet they’re killing and trying to choke
The breath from its lungs and its heart they don’t see
They don’t stop or listen less let alone be
At peace or contented; at one with them self
And with fags, booze and burgers they’re screwing their health
They rush here and there in a blizzard of faff
They’re peculiar beings and to be honest quite naff
And they don’t speak anymore; they don’t nod, say hello
But sit on the internet; surfing to and fro
And with all that potential I do wonder why
They don’t care for each other leaving some just to die
Or blow others up with big guns and with words
What an odd little planet, how very absurd!
But the thing that I’d wonder; that perplexes me most
Is their obsessions with aliens; pillar for post
For in the state that they’re in, do they really conceive
That I’d venture to that place!  Sadly not I believe!
And for what it is worth; I would leave in a jot
If I happened to land there; found I’d taken a spot
Up on the Earth that’s blessed above all
For these humans appear hell bent on their fall.
If I was an alien looking from space
I’d look at the Earth tears falling down from my face

Crescent Moon (Haiku)

Sliver of silver
Hangs high in the sky tonight
Slice of crescent moon

The Moon.

The Moon. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

Philosophy of Tolerance

There’s a practice amongst humans
Where opinions are a vent
To understand the raison d’être
The purpose; no relent
To box in categories how
Just each conjecture lies
To label them philosophy
Postulate and theorise

Then each of these is made into
A system of beliefs
A way; a vision; attitude
That aims to give relief
To human constant questioning
Of what has gone before
Or what will happen in the next
What’s through life’s tight sealed door

But still the bottom line is this
That whilst we might believe
In select ideas and outlooks
That we choose to conceive
All have a perfect credence
When they are bought into
For minds aid understanding
When hearts have buy in too

And so why some fight; go to war
Dictating what is right
Just seems to block perspective
And fails to have insight
For there’s a patchwork blanket
That spreads across the Earth
Humanity’s opinions
The bedrock that gives worth

The values each subscribe to and
The ways they want to be
Opinions, sentiments and thoughts
To comprise philosophy
So in essence it might be the case
That there’s more than one way
If we all chose to synchronize
With tolerance each day

Philosophy of Tolerance

Sonnet To The Moon

The lunar disk that paces cross the sky
White luminosity through blackness speeds
Behind the clouds of grey and darkness shies
Controlling waves she summons ocean’s needs
Celestial body gleaming rays of white
In synchronous rotation shows one face
A natural satellite that shines so bright
Ecliptic pathway circling with grace
Yet throughout time tis said that a full moon
Will influence with madness so perplexed
And warp the mind to waver out of tune
To leave each man and woman over vexed
       Still marvel at our moon less dare profane
       As lunar phases wax before they wane

Sonnet To The Moon

Image used courtesy of BenDJ Photography © 2014

Clean

I wonder if we never cleaned
What would happen to this place
Would it vanish in clouds of dust
A dirty huge disgrace
Or would it simply just become
A layered ball full of fluff
That we would grow accustomed to
And not get then give a stuff

Or is this dust a man-made thing
From all our cleaning ways?
And clutter that we hoard and keep
Throughout our earthbound days
So that by not then cleaning
The dust just then conceals
The bits and bobs that cause the mess
Does it otherwise reveal?

Reveal ourselves as dust makers
The dirt creators dream
And not really as clean as we
Might like always to seem
For tidy, messy, clean or not
The thing with humanity
Is that each one of us has made
Our planet quite dirty!

And yet we don’t all notice
We don’t stop and see the mess
This over burned home we have
That’s crying from the stress
Of pollution and waste products
Dirty water and disease
I wonder if we never clean
Will her anguish ever ease?

The Earth seen from Apollo 17.

The Earth seen from Apollo 17. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)