Deepity

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Lofty clichés sound profound
may trivially be true
purporting insight wisely

without meaning without view

Sounding grand insightfully
like the king who wore no clothes
striking chords with yes full hordes


whose understanding they suppose

Special thanks to the works of Professor Dan Dennett
“Dennett on Atheism”A Deepity sounds profound but!!!

Our Prerogative No Pejorative

 

Entitlement without redress

Divinely righteous crowning jewel

A free decree to act without

A one-way my-way  golden rule

Set in stone the die is cast

No need of second-guessing

We’re orchestrating Que sera

Our prerogative our blessing

Waiting for Reason

I’m just an individual

Who’s not afraid to say

I don’t believe in fairies 

And therefore never pray

I don’t believe in afterlife 

Or the supernatural way

I have no time for glory chat 

On any given day

I do believe in honesty, 

Equality and care

I want to be a friend in need 

Will aim to do my share
I’d like a better world for all 
so green and clean and fair
eradicating nastiness 
in every corner everywhere

So far the answers out of sight

In spite of adoration

Too many folk prepared to wait

In hope of jubilation
too many holy soldiers

In support of subjugation

Making bombs and waving guns

Creating trepidation

I will not wear a label

That gives credence to belief

And avoid the jolly ritual

That invokes a false relief

I will turn my head away 

From any intellectual thief
I will proudly stand responsible 
away from sacred grief 

Stew

Coat the beef

with seasoned flour

Then brown the meat

and flour treat

To enhance the feel

of a quality meal

Heat the oil and butter hot

best to use a heavy pot

Keep the pieces

placed apart

Crucially to seer

with heart

If not the pieces

will not brown

Colour grey

like eider down

Use the surface residue

That’s where you’ll find

the flavour lies

Proper browning
wins the prize

Nutty Slacks

The game of golf I love to watch

although I’m not a player

the beauty of the fairway

a luscious walk conveyor

A social game for fancy folk

who can’t resist a label

a chance to show one's money’s worth

whether skillful or unable

It’s growth is exponential

there is nothing to compare

whacking balls with spindly sticks

in the strangest fashion wear

When Z's are most Y's

Some days I sit there thinking

of stuff I might prefer to do
But nothing takes my fancy
Not even clouds can make me blue

To think on purpose deadly dull

Good ideas appearing crazy
I realise how weak I am
Too slothful to be lazy
Laying back I nod off absent
Insinuating meditating
Let nothing pass the time of day
My headless way abbreviating

Positively Your Street

Ask yourself this question what’s driving deep inside

What keeps your fire burning fierce and strong

Don’t think too long about it set the cabin door to open

Like a mantra shout the hiding’s done and gone

No longer counting hours hoping moments may remain

A moment out there waits for you to claim

Stop believing in the reasons that put chains inside your head

Dig deep for truth in messages discarding riddles of the dead

Look beyond and shield your eyes don’t be blinded by the light

Journeys need a view that’s crystal clear

Leave the bye-road take the high-road it’s the early morning way

See the signpost saying miles away from fear