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Simon Icke, age 48, living in the village of Aston Clinton, Buckinghamshire, UK.
Started writing poetry in 1998 and has published two poetry books: An anthology of poems written by the local primary school children and their parents from Aston Clinton School:- Poetry In Motion...Football! Football! Football!
And more recently a challenging personal collection of his poems about life titled "Message In The Rhyme".
"When power leads man toward arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the areas of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of his existance. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses."
John F. Kennedy
"Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility."
William Wordsworth
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Living In The Fast Lane
01/08/03 |
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Life's so quick; life's so fast,
At this rate will I last?
How on earth will I stay sane?
Living in the fast lane.
Peace of mind I have no more,
Simple life has gone for sure.
Always wanted in constant demand.
Mobile in car, mobile in hand.
No time to talk to an old friend,
New friend, computer says'press and send'.
Half-hour lunch if you are lucky.
Eat whilst running your fast food Kentucky.
Send a letter.'It takes too long',
Fax and E-mail are the new song.
Internet instant message has just beckoned,
Chat to global village in a second.
How long can I keep up this pace?
Will I ever finish the New World Race?
My life is spinning out of control.
A high price to pay for selling my soul.
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War Has No Winners
01/09/03 |
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When will man ever learn?
What wisdom needed to discern?
No killing is above the law,
No winners in any war.
'We won't put up with their threats,
We'll kill the enemy with our jets,
Top brass to control the press,
Tell the truth more or less.'
'Collateral Damage' is what they call it;
Don't like to say what caused it.
Innocent people blown to pieces,
Don't mention this in press releases.
It seems we never learn from history,
Finding a peaceful solution still a mystery.
We live the lie of "war and glory".
War has no winners, is the truthful story. |
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Urban Breakdown
01/12/03 |
Urban breakdown, society in turmoil.
We used to live simply, off the working man's toil.
Communities stuck together, in good times and bad,
Good family values are what we had.
Then life became too busy, chasing material ideals,
No time to talk together, over meals.
Hardness and selfishness crept in,
And living together is no longer a sin.
Money and possessions became the gods,
Now that going to church is no longer mod.
People have become indifferent.
And good friends are now distant.
So many young lives in a muddle.
So many mums left to struggle.
What happened to free love, the 60's dream?
Why did our lives turn out so mean?
How sad to see so many relationships fail.
No one said, permissiveness, had such a sting in the tail.
Whether you live in the city or in the town,
We are all paying the price of the urban breakdown. |
Society is prepared to pay millions trying to deal with the symptoms of Urban Breakdown. However, it seems unwilling or unable to look at the causes of the breakdown.
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Moving On
01/15/03 |
This is my time,
I've lived your time,
Found a new rhyme.
Time to move,
Time to grove.
Time to search a new life,
Turn my back on this strife.
Searching and spinning,
Looking and waiting,
This is me, moving on,
Old life gone.
What's on offer?
Something new?
Something for the few?
Time for a life review.
Think you know me?
Looking cool I see,
Happy are we?
Searching and spinning,
Looking and waiting,
This is me, moving on,
Old life is gone.
This is me, living a new life,
Say goodbye to old life.
This is me, moving on.
Why not come with me?
This journey's free.
You know you can,
I could be your man.
Searching and spinning,
Looking and waiting,
This is me, moving on,
Old life gone,
Old life gone.
I'm Moving On.
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It's Not My Fault
01/17/03 |
"It's not me it's the others,
It's me that always suffers.
Always blame the other guy,
Don't listen to that lie."
"It's not my fault,
You know it never is.
They're wrong , I'm right,
That's the way it is."
Look in the mirror,
If only you could see
What others try to tell you,
Then you might be free.
"Sorry! At last I realise,
It's not your fault, It's me!"
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Touchline Shouting
01/24/03 |
Touchline shouting, that's all I ever hear.
I'm so confused and filled with fear.
I'm only ten years old and football should be fun.
But with all this noise, I don't know which way to run.
"Get back in defence!" My manager shouts.
Dad shouts, "Get up front and deal with these louts!"
Loud mouth supporter, who knows all the rules;
(He takes the rest of us for fools)
Shouts, "What are you doing boy? Your head is in a spin!"
Is it any surprise with all this din? |
I am only a boy
So why do you all try to destroy
What I'd love to enjoy?
FOOTBALL SHOULD BE FUN! |
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The Sound Of Children
02/06/03 |
Down our street it's ever so neat,
You rarely hear the sound of children's feet.
Tidy gardens and pretty flowers,
No factory chimneys or towers.
Commuters who come home in their company cars,
That glare at us as though we're from mars.
We are supposed to be seen and not heard,
Dare we not say a word?
They don't want us to be normal kids,
Playing skating and Football in the road.
Maybe it's because they are getting old?
Have they forgotten what it's like to be a child?
Expecting us to be so meek and mild.
Did they ever kick a ball in the street or
Make the sound of children's feet?
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The Thin Looking Ghost
02/10/03
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One night I met a ghost,
He was looking for a friendly host.
I said, 'You're looking very thin,
You had better come in.'
'Would you like a piece of toast?'
He replied, 'I'd rather have a Sunday roast!'
So there we sat, trying to get him fat,
A three hundred-year-old ghost called Nat.
We had a beer and he came over queer
And quickly began to disappear!
So that was the end of Nat.
Who never did get fat.
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Save Us
02/23/03 |
Save the planet from pollution,
Does anyone have the solution?
Save your soul and find redemption,
Lord deliver us from temptation.
Save our world from the bomb,
Who else has the atom?
War in Europe, live in fear.
Is it true the end is near?
Save the foxes from the dogs,
Is anyone interested in saving frogs?
Elephants , tigers, pandas and whales,
Who will care for the snails!
Save us from fast drivers in our village,
What next rape and pillage?
Crime and violence in our street,
Where are the police? In retreat?
Phew! It's getting hotter!
Global warming does it matter?
Who is that on the phone?
Are we safe in our own home?
Save us from these gloomy thoughts,
I'm sure it will all come to nought,
It's not yet time for the requiem,
So let's enjoy this millennium.
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What Wonder Is This
03/02/03 |
I stand so small in this big wide world,
Looking up to the the heavens, stars in vast array.
What wonder is this too much to contemplate?
Does my life matter in this amazing creation?
Where does my destiny lie? Where will it end?
How can my mind take in this infinite wisdom?
To think man in his arrogance can ignore all this?
I stand here in awe of God,
Just a speck of dust in the universe.
Just one person in the sea of humanity,
Yet, what I do and say does make a difference.
What wonder is this mysterious paradox?
One day all my questions will be answered,
All will be revealed in eternity.
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