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I am what I am

So you think I’m a complex man,
is that who I am?
Why try and work me out?
I’ll only leave you with some doubt.
We are all unique,
yes, even you and me,
I’m sure you agree.

I’m no crowd pleaser,
just a word teaser.

I’m just an ordinary man;
“I am what I am”.

No trend setter,
no go getter,
no position seeker,
no power climber.

Just a word rhymer,
a letter writer,
a campaign fighter,
maybe a ‘fire starter’
of issues; an agitator, 
or a motivator.

The power is in the written word,
mightier than the sword,
no gimmicks
or slimy tricks,
no party politics…
but an independent activist.

I won’t judge you,
so don’t judge me
and let me write free;
if you believe in democracy,
then let people find their own story,
that’s hidden in the poetry.

By Simon Icke

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Am I here?
Am I real?

Behind my screen
Behind my words

Unable to touch
Unable to see

Senses heightened

Reaching out







Yet totally visible…

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Source of Inspiration


Where am I?
Here or there,
or in between?
Who am I, yin
or yang? White
or black? I am
all things moving
through everywhere
yet never absent.

The puzzle pieces
are falling like manna
and awaken my hunger
to know. Fractals
evolving into fractals
in ever creating
realities. My soul
thus evolves.

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Another life

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Idle Thoughts and Fevered Dreams


Clear like water or dark like the earth.

Smooth and silky or harsh like fire.

Warm from a bottle or cool from a glass.

Calming and relaxing or vigorous and bold.

Taken straight, taken mixed.

All too soon, the last drop is missed.

by Nicholas Byrley

Is a poem about rum tacky? I don’t know, I was still inspired to write one. I enjoy my rum now and then and tonight is no exception. It is cold outside and a storm is brewing, so my wife and I are spending the evening together. She prefers wine and I like rum or whiskey. Like the old married couple we strive to be, we drink in the comfort of our home now more than anywhere else.

In case anyone gets the wrong idea from this poem, please remember to drink responsibly. Drinking and being a drunk are two vastly different…

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We have a dog like this. He came from the rescue centre.

Move the Chair

I am not sure if this is exactly a playful expression-what I do know is that this dog has come a long way from his being found half-gone in a ditch back in October.

I caught him as he was playing with his new toy and enjoying a sunbath from the windows overhead. He is a happy pup these days.

For today: Master Hubble at Play

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The Cheesecake Monster

An abyss of thoughts
A mountain of lies
A crimson red sky
Has started to pry
I can see myself
Reflected below
Ripples of water
Distorted the flow
I was deep within
Buried far below
No air, No water
Just a voice so low
Swallowed by the fire
Drowned by the water
concealed by the land
It’s now or never
No hope to be found
Silence was so loud
Strangled and injured
Pain was forever
I’ve waited so long
Someone to hold on
I’ve waited so long
I’ve waited so long…
A sudden loud crash
Echoed up above
Someone called my name
What a sweet sweet name
Walls started to crush
Lights began to rush
Air started to flow
Life has come to know
Gold around my feet
Clouds surrounded me
Music for a treat
Love has set me free
Oh this amnesty
So foreign to me
Because of you…

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A pen and a paper

A honey and a bee

A fish and water

Was just like you and me

Without each others touch

None of us has any use

We are a perfect match

Both of us want refuse

My dearest love, here we are

Me and you

Having each other’s heart

Happily and forever true.

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Bitter wind and ice

Not a single new green leaf

Winter marches on

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Weekly Photo Challenge: Forward

An imperial shag, a type of cormorant, based in Patagonia’s Beagle Channel, is going home with some seaweed for his nest, his forward movement impeded by a stiff head wind.

During the Voyage of the Beagle journey, Darwin wrote of such sights:

“I do not doubt that every traveller must remember the glowing sense of happiness which he experienced when he first breathed in a foreign clime where civilized man had seldom or never trod.”

We encountered these sights on a daily basis as we cruised in Darwin’s wake some years ago. Nature was breathtakingly beautiful.

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I Will Walk

I will walk right beside you

Truth our only guide

Never allowing race to separate us

For hate is a bumpy ride

I will stand beside you forever

Hold your hand when needed

Until you feel safe and loved

When the flood waters have receded

I will wear a smile for you because

I know darkness can leave us wary

And the evils man does at times

Can often be dismal and scary

Yes I will walk beside you eternally

Never leading or being led

Using God as my compass

Where light and love are bred

My path may be filled with challenges

Something I simply cannot take away

But it is also filled with unwavering love

That grows more each passing day

I will walk right beside you

I will love you endlessly

I will gladly lend you my hope

My vision of humanity

No matter…

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