Sunday, January 8, 2012

Skeptica - a poem asking for vision for everyone

Skeptica
By Paul Howlett

Sceptics’ vision is often so short
They fear to look at questions of thought
Their minds follow to the status quo
Along comes someone, paradigm or ghost
That challenges the norm.....
Tis just a phantom of your mind
Doesn’t exists, but proved time after time
They hum and haw, and say it’s just wind
Blowing in the window, tis not ghoul
Or Spirit or something out of this world
Scientific method that proves them wrong
Still does not convince them that they are blind
Sceptics go through life being years behind
New ideas, inventions, finding the unknown
They are comfortable asleep in bed at home
Sceptics once said...look
The earth is flat
Anyone can see that
Just look at the ground
Tis totally flat not round
Men of no vision did not look from on high
They looked at the Earth and not the sky
As the centre of God’s creation
All must revolve around us
Along came Galileo
Threw that one under the bus
But Copernicus 80 years before
Had written that it was thus
But the sceptics said what a load of rubbish
And not only that, we’ll make you a heretic
For such wicked and heinous ways
But Copernicus was smart
He publish his book after he did depart
This life of earth and gained fame
Put all the sceptics down the drain!

Tuesday, January 3, 2012

The Mooch of Daze

The Mooch of Daze
By Paul Howlett

One day follows the next
The world goes round n round
The night follows day or
Day follows night
Does that make the right sound?
Forever we see the moon’s face
From the earth, never to change
But wait, what of the dark side?
We did peek thru outer space
With satellites and such
Around and around we go
Mapping the craters and stuff
Gravity mapping the latest we see
Is the moon made out of green cheese?
Just a lark I know, but do we really understand
That the moon is forever, totally bland.


Note:  NASA currently has two satellites gravity mapping the Moon.

Sunday, January 1, 2012

New Year Dawns - will the world end?


New Year Dawns

By Paul Howlett

New Year dawns for 2012
The end of the world say some
We’ll all wind up living in hell
The Big Bang will explode
Life on Earth will erode
Into dark dank destiny
Fly to the moon, fly to Mars
Mankind will leave earth
And head for the stars

Friday, December 23, 2011

A Poetic Look at New Year

New Year
By Paul Howlett

New Year dawns, *sigh*
We feeling a little older
Another year gone bye
We attend another party
Just to drink the rye
Bleary eyed, hung over
We face the new year’s day
Always feeling groggy
About the march of life
Making lots of resolutions
Most of them to break
Try to find a solution
For so much at stake
Need to change direction
Make my life more real
Lose weight, exercise
Find that hidden agenda
New job, old job, travel in the wind
Calm the mind, stop listening to the din
Find the voice inside you
Is it the voice of God?
You’ll never know
Lest you take the time
To calm the mind and soul
Let’s all take stock
And get a shock
On this new year’s day

Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Christmas Lights - a poem

Christmas Lights
By Paul Howlett

Christmas Lights, Christmas Lights
Putting up Christmas Lights
Lots of climbing up and down ladders
Gutter hooks, nails and staples
Anything to attach a lot of cables
Power on, test all the lights
Finding out the black spots
That appear in old lights
Chucking them out in the bin
Feeling that it is such a sin
To throw out such costly products
And chuck it or place it in the bin
Any electrical light or fuzzy gadget
Needs to be in full working order
Feeling the effects of 240 volts is not an option
Lest you appear on St Peters list for devotion
To God, on high, some many years to soon
Back to the Christmas lights, tis a boon
To bring the lights, colour and life
To the Story of Christmas, the story of Christ
Gives joy to the children, parents and all
Forget the shopping, presents and Mall
Christmas is the story, the birth of the Lord
Jesus Christ came to save us all.

Thursday, December 1, 2011

Home Renovations


Home Renovations

By Paul Howlett

Early in the morning, just as day was dawning
For me, for me, the tradies were calling
...
Banging on the door at 7 am
The start of the working day for them
Oh how I think that I could condemn
That starting time for men of labour
Sleeping in is what I savour
My wife and I are known to tarry late at night
For movies, chat and “together time”, as couple should
Tender times, loving times, times that would
Produce that love that is always needed
For every marriage everywhere
To grow and blossom for all time
To get over the bumps, dirt and grime
To smile, to grin, to have some humour
Laugh at the foul, make light of the night
Have lots of fun, live in the sun
Thank God to be alive, and always strive
To be happy and helpful to one another,
To help your fellow woman, man and mother
And above all, to love each other

Back Home (After the Flood)

Back Home
By Paul Howlett

Back home after the flood
Back home after the flood
Now a new start, if we have the heart
To commence the rebuild
To find a new way, to start a new day
Of living our life, to make things right
We have lots of things to put into place
Our house full of boxes
Making up for our losses
We need to put in place
All that we have...
Taking too much time to let us unwind
Need lot more help to rebuild all the flatpacks
Flatpacks were invented to make one demented
As the instructions a vague making assembly a pain
Lots of angst in the brain, driving me insane.