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I am myself Heaven and Hell

Posted in Uncategorized on December 4, 2017 by thecockneybard

“I sent my soul through the invisible, some letters of that after-life to spell, and by and by my soul did return, and answered, ‘I myself am Heaven and Hell.” – Omar Khayyam

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On intelligence – The Cockney Bard

Posted in Uncategorized on November 14, 2017 by thecockneybard

On intelligence

Intelligence will never be measured in qualifications but in the minds ability to think, rationalise, reason, challenge, deliberate, comprehend and embrace that which once it did not when truth was demonstrated. – The Cockney Bard

The poppy – The Cockney Bard

Posted in Uncategorized on November 11, 2017 by thecockneybard

music Andi Baxter

Norwich Science Festival

Posted in Uncategorized on October 25, 2017 by thecockneybard

All this week it is Norwich Science Festival

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In the view Keats, Yeats, Blake, Shelley, Marlowe, Shakespeare, Plato, Socrates, Da Vinci, Yung, Brooke, Agatha Christie, Churchill and countless others read by millions worldwide believed in the soul, does science spend any money on trying to understand why many great writers, minds believed in the soul? It is interesting that the origin of psychology 1650’s meant ‘study of the soul’ later changed to mind. Just wondering!

National Poetry Day

Posted in Uncategorized on October 8, 2017 by thecockneybard

It is National Poetry Day but I don’t celebrate that. Why, aren’t you a poet? Well, yes but not in the conventional way as I have no rules. I find much material lauded & celebrated as fine poetry IMHO is simply banal crap being brutally honest. Some poets are lost in a world of grandeur & delusion. I once was invited by a well known Scottish poet to a group of other poets. I listened to the material they had written, the group were almost in an orgasmic state at the delight the pieces were giving them. However; when it was my turn to read my work & I was met with a deathly silence & they moved on without a comment of any description, not good, bad, or indifferent. A Cockney upstart simply not fitting in at all. The piece below is the one I actually read that evening.

Beauty never fades, nor does the sun extinguish its fire. For what is beauty? If you say I know, you’d be a liar. Beauty to one is not to another. To a mirror it is all things and nothing. Beauty is a perfection, unblemished and undefined. It is a pleasure unrestrained to the eye. To one beauty can be a rose in full bloom and to another the seed in the palm of his hand. In the darkness beauty is but a moment in the mind, and in the light, it is a perception of one’s own judgement. Beauty you are an illusion, a deception, a fool’s gold. All things to all men. In revealing her I too am condemned to the fickle folly of describing beauty – The Cockney Bard

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And Churchill said

Posted in Uncategorized on October 4, 2017 by thecockneybard

Churchill and his aide were walking through an art gallery, when Churchill stopped and looked up at a painting. “My God” said Churchill “that is beautiful!” His aide turned to him and said “I don’t know what you see in that Winston?” “Ah” he replied “but don’t you wish you could.”

Poem for a perished friend at Grenfell

Posted in Uncategorized on October 2, 2017 by thecockneybard

Sheila

As a writer I could put in words so others can read,
how beautiful you were.
As an artist I could paint for others to see,
how beautiful you were.
And as a man who once shared your life,
and saw glimpses of your soul,
I can tell the world that I truly know,
how beautiful you were.

The Cockney Bard