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Bricks and Mortar of Life

In life it’s far too easy
To get hold of some bricks
And build up walls or barricades
Thinking they’ll do the trick
Of blocking confrontation
Keeping the out-group out
In ways that when alls said and done
Do little without doubt

Yet if we use those bricks to lay
A path on which we walk
Together we will learn much more
Can listen and can talk
So that assumptions render none
Judged in a way that they
Will feel abused; misunderstood
Or hurt in any way.

So given half a dozen bricks
A bucket of cement
Use these tools wisely to embrace
A life of good intent
And pave ways forward that ensure
Each opportunity
Considers truth; upholds goodness
And paves integrity

Mouldy Man

There once was a man
Who turned into mould
As the days turned to years
And he got a tad old
But the question that’s begging
Was the rot always there
Or was it simply his sell by date
Ended last year

For from a nice person
He turned rather sour
Getting greener and greener
With each passing hour
And the smell he emitted
Was for certain so bad
A fungi of decay
From this quite rotten lad

But that is what happens
When you buy into rot
Lest never forget
Let it not be forgot
That those who lose sight
Of what’s right and what’s wrong
Will turn into mould.
Before very long

Believe in Yourself (Haiku)

Let faith resonate
From within to enable
Belief in oneself

What If We’ve Got It All Wrong

Do you ever stop and wonder
If those things you think you know
Are predisposed to assumption
Conditioned thoughts that flow
Out of a line of processes
That construct along the way
Foundations that may turn out to be
So incorrect one day

For if that was the case then
All that we had leant would
Not be the way we thought it was
Nor stand the way it stood
And suddenly our world would be
Turned Inside out for sure
And upside down; somewhat confused
As facts became so flawed

For the base of all the theories
Our hypotheses and such
Would end up being nonsense
And not add up to much
And postulation, conjecture
Would’ve been false all along
But if that was the case would we
Admit that we were wrong?

Would we have an open mind set?
Would we let creative thought
Be flexible to turn things round
And make them as they ought
To have been in the first place
Correct those failed ideas
Or would we continue the pretence
Let it run for year on year

For insights come but once a while
And often are rebuffed
By those who think that they know best
Say “Now that is quite enough!”
“Don’t question what we know for sure
Don’t disrespect those who
Know all there is to know for they
Know so much more than you”

And with these grand dismissals
The font of knowledge grows
From what has gone before based on
What everyone else knows
Lest daring to audaciously
Question the rank and file
With queries that may then reveal
They were wrong all the while

So ….

Do you ever stop and wonder
If those things you think you know
Are predisposed to assumption
Conditioned thoughts that flow
Out of a line of processes
That construct along the way
Foundations that may turn out to be
So incorrect one day

When Will We Learn?

Frustration wells
Like a rampant tide
In the eye of a storm
Pounding the open shore
Tearing at the cliffs
Beating the sea restraints
Unable to move in
Yet not ready to recede and turn
Overwhelming the precipice of self
Unable to spill out
More so constrained
Impinged
Silenced
By the red tape and rigidity of bureaucracy
Where lessons are never learnt
Progress is hindered
And mistakes are made time and time again
And thus my heart is restless
My mind vexed
For tomorrow will just bring the same
As another tear drops to the floor
When will we learn?

The Heart of Change (Haiku)

Be sure not to fear
Extraordinary for there
Is the heart of change

Moral Obligation

Once upon a time
Not so long a go
A chap called Moral walked these streets
A-keeping in the flow
With Mr Obligation
For neither were apart
Together driven by the same
Not head – but beating heart
But recently it’s rumoured
They’ve split; gone separate ways
Dear Moral disappearing
Has not been seen for days
And Mr Obligation?
He really doesn’t care
Cos no-one’s told him he’s obliged
And as far as he’s aware
Without any direction
He won’t make up his mind
And differentiate the good
From bad nor cruel from kind
For he relies on others
To drive him; give him steed
To get his act together
Less laws that gives him need
To operate; fulfil his dues
For that is all he’s worth
Another’s bidding less his own
In times of moral dearth

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