These Days it is not easy…But Let Your Hearts Sing Out.

In these and other testing times:

Ode to Joy” (German: “An die Freude”is anode written in the summer of 1785 by German poet, playwright, and historian Friedrich Schiller and published the following year in Thalia. A slightly revised version appeared in 1808, changing two lines of the first and omitting the last stanza.

“Ode to Joy” is best known for its use by Ludwig van Beethoven in the final (fourth) movement of his Ninth Symphony, completed in 1824. Beethoven’s text is not based entirely on Schiller’s poem, and introduces a few new sections. His tune (but not Schiller’s words) was adopted as the “Anthem of Europe” by the Council of Europe in 1972 and subsequently by the European Union.

Ode To Joy

English translation

O friends, no more these sounds!
Let us sing more cheerful songs,
more full of joy!

Joy, bright spark of divinity,
Daughter of Elysium,
Fire-inspired we tread
Thy sanctuary.

Thy magic power re-unites
All that custom has divided,
All men become brothers
Under the sway of thy gentle wings.

Whoever has created
An abiding friendship,
Or has won
A true and loving wife,
All who can call at least one soul theirs,
Join in our song of praise;
But any who cannot must creep tearfully
Away from our circle.

All creatures drink of joy
At nature’s breast.
Just and unjust
Alike taste of her gift;

She gave us kisses and the fruit of the vine,
A tried friend to the end.
Even the worm can feel contentment,
And the cherub stands before God!

Gladly, like the heavenly bodies
Which He set on their courses
Through the splendor of the firmament;
Thus, brothers, you should run your race,
As a hero going to conquest.

You millions, I embrace you.
This kiss is for all the world!

Brothers, above the starry canopy
There must dwell a loving Father.

Do you fall in worship, you millions?
World, do you know your creator?

Seek him in the heavens;
Above the stars must He dwell.


Words from declining Isles

Born 1951; employed 1968-2013; been paying UK Income Tax since September 1968; voted in General Elections since I could; married to same heroic lady since 1973; raised three hard working caring children; oddly loyal of H.M. Queen Elizabeth II; Christian.

I reckon those qualifications give me the right to say what I please


  31-01-2020. 23:00.01

(Not so much a poem. More an Address)


Attend to you homes and loved ones then

And prepare for your myriad small battles.

No backwards glances,

No forlorn sighs for Yesterdays,

No wishes for lost possibilities,

Nations were never blessed with foresight,

Nor perceptions born of harsh histories.

Peoples do so love Dream’s Heady Wines

And forget the price indulgence pays.


Keep your own peace,

Conserve your energies for adapting and survival,

And for those woven into your hearts.

Be ever vigilant for the changes,

Read their runic sub-texts

And meditate upon their implications.

You did not choose this path,

Nevertheless you are set upon it.

Pushed there by a clamouring host

Yammering for some Camelot many do not deserve.


Discard the arguments with the jagged dreamers,

They have their wish fulfilled.

Now let them cope with the consequences.

There is no more to be said to these.

There never was any hope of intelligent discourse

So why bother using precious time?

You have important tasks to attend to

Keeping intact your body, soul and mind,

Ever healthy, for the sake of your loved ones.


Do not weep, too much,

Let you anguish be a transitory thing,

Yes, those times will come,

For we are all mortal prone to emotions.

Take this medicine,

Harsh in its taste

Yet strengthening in its warmth of fortitude.

Folly maybe a constant.

However so is Hope.

Build there on.

EU Flag…my Flag

…. my Anthem