Peace, Freedom, Happiness, have loved to wait
On the fair islands, fenced by circling seas;
And ever of such favoured spots as these
Have the wise dreamers dreamed, who would create
That perfect model of a happy state,
Which the world never saw. Oceana,
Utopia such, and Plato's isle that lay
Westward of Gades and the Great Sea's gate.
Dreams are they all, which yet have helped to make
That underneath fair polities we dwell,
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Majesty and Grace, Duty and Forbearance,
Yet who was the woman behind the smile,
A mother, wife whose youthful preference
To live a simpler life among the rolling hills of her beautiful green isle.
Yet fate plays games, it's choices rarely random,
In a time of need this girl it deftly summoned,
The world she knew requested to abandon
To fast become a Monarch worldly wise and seasoned.
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there are just some kind of songs,
that define either a time
or a space...
i much prefer the songs
concerning themselves with
the locus - the dasein -
heidegger's pivot quip - or rather:
"quip"...
of all the philosophy i've read:
i never felt inclined to talk
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There once was a long vanished England;
Of well-spoken presenters
Of the BBC Home Service,
Light Service, and Children’s Favourites,
Of coppers and tanners, and ten bob notes;
And jolly shopkeepers, and window cleaners.
I remember my beloved Wolf Cub pack,
How I loved those Wednesday evenings,
The games, the pomp and seriousness of the camps,
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She was a village
Of lovely knowledge
The high roads left her aside, she was forlorn, a maid —
Water ran there, dusk hid her, she climbed four-wayed.
Brown-gold windows showed last folk not yet asleep;
Water ran, was a centre of silence deep,
Fathomless deeps of pricked sky, almost fathomless
Hallowed an upward gaze in pale satin of blue.
And I was happy indeed, of mind, soul, body even
Having got given
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Her winds still whisper names forgotten,
And her rivers now hum hymns of home’s embrace.
Chimney tops rise, silent like prayers unanswered,
And cracked cobbles mutter stories of long ago.
Still held together by time’s drystone hands,
The home we once knew, now overthrown.
Now, not a place of darkness and gloom,
As strangers still believe.
Nor a land of milky tea-stained dreams,
......
Spoilt from birth,
Pampered and needy,
Being the spare an inherited curse,
Leading to actions often quite seedy.
Great aunt Margaret blazing the trail
Questionable choices aplenty,
Drugs and alcohol steering her sail
A life of regrets, vacuous and empty.
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Majesty and Grace, Duty and Forbearance,
Yet who was the woman behind the smile,
A mother, wife whose youthful preference
To live a simpler life among the rolling hills of her beautiful green isle.
Yet fate plays games, it's choices rarely random,
In a time of need this girl it deftly summoned,
The world she knew requested to abandon
To fast become a Monarch worldly wise and seasoned.
......
Your years have been long and beautiful
You Ruled with Power and Might
Your majesty and your reign were not in question
Because God made you our greatest pride
Unfortunately, today you disappeared in the middle of the unknown
But forever, We your people will remember you Our Beloved Queen,
Queen Elizabeth, Long Lived Your Reign,
For you have delivered us from evil
And make us a family,
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i'm on the edge, second day counting -
i'm not comfortable on the windowsill -
i am irritated -
new neighbours...
don't ask me why -
i already know why -
my previous neighbours were a problem...
it was problematic to cook meat
on a bbq when i heard a voice over
the fence yell in my direction:
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