My Writing

The expression of my rambling through life... 

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To get to be passionate and researching and writing about values (go to Values Journey), I had my own journey. 

Here, I will release my poetry and vignettes that, hopefully, shed light on how I came to be HERE - where I am in my head and heart, today. 

From childhood, I remember always wanting to be somewhere else - somewhere in the future, never NOW, here, never being who I am. I was a future thinker, looking 10 steps ahead and treading in whatever emotional muck was underfoot at the time, and wondering why...!

It was when I began my conscious journey into the longest journey of my life - from my head to my heart - that I came back to now. My aim is to live every day of my life enjoying now, being present in myself now, in my relationships now, being now!

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Somewhere in 1985 (and I had a longer beard and hair), the pressure built in me such that I decided (while driving my old light truck) to self-educate myself, primarily in my birth language - English. I knew I was intelligent, but language was not my forte. I did not have the skill to describe my world (especially feelings) - and it was getting more complicated fast...

So, I started with poetry... well, I thought it was poetry. You linguaphiles or wordsmiths can writhe at the attempts... but I began back then, I continue today. I love language; I'm curious about language; language is fun... and I still have a long way to go... other priorities. 

 

For some, I have extracted comments as well out of my personal growth journal (started 1998). 

While still presented unstructured (and it may remain so), enjoy...

Paradox                 MGoleby 1985 (first poem)

Confusion, profusion; grey matter don't matter.

The Knowing, not showing, is growing, not slowing.

Not mind, you mind, but inner, most inner;

not thought, but naught is all from aught.

The thought is sought with trouble fraught.

The mind, not kind, argues sublime.

Logic twists, fight with fists;

confusion reigns supreme...

 

Appease with ease the growing knowing

that ignorance is bliss. For nature's quiet crowing

is flowing and showing the secret that we miss.

Experience the spurious, the change from the norm;

sight the blight of trying to conform.

Break the bars, reach for the stars;

Mother Nature leads the way...

'Paradox' has elements of approval (‘conform’) and control (‘experience the spurious’ – let go! ‘Break the bars’ - seek simplicity) – a recurrent theme to release. Of releasing, I USED (Apr 2004) Sedona Releasing methods quite effectively… later Voice Dialog, then Cognitive Therapy to escape the constraints of my upbringing.

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Perception      85 MG

“A cube I see, you can't deny!”

“I do!” says she, “Are you blind of eye?

It's round, a sphere, with six flat sides.

Our thoughts, I see, don't coincide.”

“No, no!” another says with vehemence

“It's lines, all lines. Are you so dense?

12 lines all joined at corners eight.

MY eyes don't lie, don't decry what's fate…”

comment 2004: viewpoints! I have often been called a ‘fence sitter’ or ‘confused’, just because I can place myself in many points of view. I didn’t HAVE to take one side just because others did. 

comment 2007: what insight  back then – I’m predominately a systems thinker or yellow (now) in the Values Journey 

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Habits  8509 MG

Mumble, grumble, sigh and whinge,

why don't I learn when not to binge

on what I know I don't require

but on sight or thought of it, desire.

 

comment: I ate lots :-)  but a fast metabolism meant it didn't show

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This next one was written on a long trip for a job interview out west...

Bus to the Isa    8506 MG

Changing paintings inscribe my mind

The journeys view takes its time

Man-made sticks with wires attached

show the way for dreams to hatch.

 

Sixty bins of metal wrought

the earth they had has all been bought

and passed along their paths of steel,

then back again, to the Isa fields.

 

Mans damage scars the hill

skeletons, once trees, stand all still.

Collections of men and women make

islands square, they won't forsake.

 

But these days of living numb

soon to change with mind freedom.

We're locked in with rigid thought -

but thought too, can find what's sought.

 

Stop thinking the same old way

Inner peace don't come from the good ol' days.

Drop the sense of living tomorrow

Today and now there is no sorrow.

Mother Nature does it right -

no plans for her to dream at night.

Day by day and minute by minute -

now's the time - life be in it!

 

Freedom comes if you take part -

It's never too late for you to start.

Stretch it out an' do it more often

and soon you'll have no fear of the coffin.

 

Aha... in hindsight, the seeker coming out more and more...

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Writ Wit Pen    930308 MG

Fine people, for you a poem, pen-penal,

where penchant for words, most humoural,

makes for verse so far from pensive.

Mind you, vocabulary penned gets extensive.

 

In reverse, it gets worse, not inept.

Not in epic proportions but adept

at using in part - pene: prefix.

Not in epigram, but twisted linguistics.

I've opened, not sardine, but worm

from this penman's can - reader squirm.

Perhaps your enthusiasm is dampened?

Relax, I get neither fee nor stipend.

 

Now with this pap ending, quite pending,

I finish penning - no actions repenting,

for this is the line penultimate

'cause I've had enuf of lines with pen in it.

 

...The PENned...

comment: I hope it’s obvious – the use of P E N and its reverse N E P throughout

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Fillerup Please     930905 MG

More words to fill in the space, place.

Another line to the end, extend...

Ideas, no result of thesaurus dinosaurus -

Man’s mind, a labour with painful brainful.

Keep going! Nearly there, but where's there?

At a point where no more will fit on the page, you gauge.

Six more lines to put letters in a sorta order

Don’t expect from me to get sublime rhyme,

or rhythm in ISO metric, orthogonal, or diagonal.

Just a donkey standing on insecta, ass on ants, assonance!

Should I aspire to ascend to the stars, afar?

It's the end, but I got close to an asteroid, devoid...#

 

comment 2004: I had room on the bottom of a page for another poem, hence the interesting end

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Sail Tale   930907 MG

To sea, he went, with boat to sail.

The waves did splash and he did bail

the rising stuff with bottomless pail.

Wind did roar, and main did flail.

A stomach full of last nights ale

gurgled, sloshed, and went o'er the rail.

His face, once dark, was now quite pale.

To waist, in water, he sat, like whale.

Profanities of man, did he say all!

 

The wind, she stopped and turned her tail,

then fog came in and spread her veil.

Thick mist crept in at each inhale;

no breeze to make the rigging wail.

No view, just like a frigging jail.

To read the charts, he needed brail!

 

Time went on… The air grew stale.

The sailor sat and chewed a nail

and thought of home's hill and dale

and hunting there, then roasted quail.

 

Soon an end to this frail tale,

of adventures failed for this unhale male.

The ocean gives almighty bale

and man or beast -  it will entail

an end to some with one quick gale.

 

A swim, the blessed heat, curtail.

Unseen, the hungry shark’s fin trail.

No longer did HE ache and ail,

his breath did finally ..... exhale.

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Astronomical Sights or Ode for Ocean Navigators    950131  MG

You know how yachting crews are!

With confidence, they feel relieved,

each morn on an ocean cruiser,

if in their navigator, they believed...

 

So... from a spot in the middle of the ocean

on a vessel well travelled and fair,

stood a man with a funny contraption

to his eye, and to heaven did stare.

With UT marked to the second

and his DR pretty close,

he measured our star that beckoned

to his eye, in the instrument's glass.

 

The sextant angle, corrected

with IE, dip and T Corr;

In Nautical Almanac, all sectored,

Hour Angle, Declination, he saw.

 

The Latitude is rounded - no minutes,

and LHA chosen for whole,

delve in sight tables for digits -

Hc, d and Z are the goal.

 

Hc extracted, degrees only

the minutes have yet to be found -

then `d' is applied most aptly,

the corrected figure, to expound.

 

Heavenly height, carefully calculated

with improved sight, did it play,

the difference, numerically rated

showing clearly, towards or away.

 

The Z, not a direction of clarity

until a rule from the edge of the page

in an operation of such veracity

gave the azimuth, Zn, of true gauge.

 

From that position most carefully chosen;

and on Zn with intercept and aplomb,

is a line on the chart quickly frozen

to finish this old salt's sum.

 

So onward to PM from AM

for the plodder, a plotting respite

until the ‘eye of the day’ does deign

an angular cut at another sunny site...

 

Comment: These are the instructions for making an astronomical sight with a sextant for navigational needs of boaters!

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The Homonym...    950325  MG

The ancient scribe his own pen made;

his maid had found right reed,

then made, he wrote by rote the rite

that others now write and read. 

 

The right to know, no bounds are seen;

The scene is set, that's plain -

to find by mathematics refined,

shapes on spheric or geometric plane.

 

Now Leonardo by drawings did explain

the principle of all flight transporters.

What do you call his crashes? Ex-plane!

Was he broke if no drawings came from his principal supporters?

 

The Oxy Moron...  950325 MG

A brilliant fool, this Arts teacher was,

at work on a hot winter’s day.

While carefully tripping

amongst the pristine mess,

a safety lesson on dangers, to prepare.

 

Acetylene on, and oxygen too,

the striker approaching the tip,

the silently hissing gas mixed.

With calm despair, he gently struck

a light with a dark foreboding.

 

At snail's pace his life flashed before him

as well the ill-fated flame.

The black bottle coolly cracked up

and blew that oxy moron to hell...

 

comment: Around 1985, I decided to improve my English knowledge & skills through writing vignettes & poems. I wasn’t the best at English as school. Compare these with my postgrad academic publications in 2006 – BIG change; BIG journey; BIG achievement for me

For Academic papers - google "The Personal and Corporate Values Journey"  &/or go to http://sites.google.com/site/valuesintelligence/

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Apr 2008 to be continued...