Look Here! A Fresh New Year

So! Out with the OLD
And in with the NEW

A cool dying ember December

draws a tired old year to a close

bringing final and first celebrations

with a clean slate of winters repose

Ambitions and wishes uncovered

fresh dreams of journeys to travel

hopes and wishes not driving desire

may cause many resolves to unravel

Change is a forethought intention 

not a wing and a prayer resolution

discarding a whole lot of baggage

seeing futures through easy illusion

If ambition is soundly secure 

blending each dream in your plan

don't bother with New Year contention

make the best use of all that you can

All Dried Out in Rehab

That's it I said let wagons roll

no whiskey wine or beer

I'm on a Charity Dryathlon

from first of January next year 

I know that it will do me good

my vitals need a rest

Too much supping with my supper

I feel a tightening in my vest

Overplayed my self indulgence

lacking reins on my restraint

my organs play a crazy tune

my old grey matter pleads constraint

Living life excessively
A pleasure  trove of showing out
Party going overthrowing
As we build up to go with out

www.cancerresearchuk.org/Dryathlon

A Doubtful Truth

On the one hand

life is clear to see

On the other all is doubt

Where 'state of mind' 

is like a water fall

a repetitious 

random fall out

Astrology 

a pointless clock

No place 

to check out time

In a mystic cloud

of rhetoric

Where unexpected

rules are prime

Absolution 

is a quackery 

A Doctor Feelgood

fake euphoria

A mental home 

for wishful thinkers
who feel uncertain with aporia

Wikipedia:-  Definitions of the term aporia have varied throughout history. The Oxford English Dictionary includes two forms of the word: the adjective, “aporetic” which it defines as “to be at a loss,” “impassable,” and “inclined to doubt, or to raise objections”; and the noun form “aporia,” which it defines as the “state of the aporetic” and “a perplexity or difficulty.” The dictionary entry also includes two early textual uses, which both refer to the term’s rhetorical (rather than philosophical) usage.

Munificent Beans by Any Means

Of food consumed

around Britain today

A million cans

of beans each day

enough to blow

ones mind away

questionably named

'Baked Beans' I say

Phaseolus vulgaris I say to you

not baked at all

but a 'Navy Bean' stew

be it breakfast, lunch

or supper for two

A morsel most toastful

a tastebud imbue

A folly to ignore

this accoutrement 

exceptional beanfeast

most convenient

Unlike many fast foods

Most expedient

it has the wind in the

billows ingredient

The Present Time

The present is a special box

a most exquisite carton

revealing to receivers

a message sent to hearten

A mystery steeped in history

the gift within conveys

a point in time a juncture

to reflect on memory days

Delightful to anticipate

such a magical allusion

sensual charismatic

in a heartbeat heat of fusion

In The Pickled Winter

Well here we are that time again

Among the jolly moments merry

Imbibing winter warmers

From the grain the grape and berry

On long dark nights we stoke the fire

Invite the neighbours to our Yule

Mull the wine and add preserves

Tell silly jokes and play the fool

Convivially and heartily

A honey mead of gentle drift

Brings on our natural selflessness

Exchange a celebration gift

The days are short the nights are long

Not much to do but sing

Sit and cuddle by the merry hearth

Play pretend it's almost spring

Way To Go

No school today

magnificent

meeting Billy

by the River Trent

Crashed her bike

the wheel was bent

her mudguard

had a terrible dent

Her handle bars

Withheld consent

Made pedalling

a non event

She left her bike

By Billy's tent

a bus to catch

or so she meant

No cash to pay

money spent

too many sweets

she did repent

The journey home

a field event

a farmer’s bull

to circumvent

The sight of home

brought on dissent

No bike tomorrow

her sad lament

Mandarin Wind

In a whirl of fruitful insights

The Orange has revealed

Beneath the skin a second sight

So keep your vision peeled

Sits quietly in the orangery

Considering the heat

How far it is to Villa grove

If only it had feet

Solar powered well endowed

Abundant when it's balmy

In a marmalade of golden glade

They are the Seville Orange army

A pleasant life of sips and pips

A pithy drain to sluice

My Orange dream is swimming

In a pool of orange juice

Existential Exponential Paradox Blues

Story Link: Is our universe a computer programme?

All around me things seem odd

streams of factored stimulation

Maybe deep inside another's dream

as in a 'Bit-Part' simulation

It’s possible we don't exist

Outside a Chip of Bits and Bytes

where nothing is conspicuous

no sunlit days or starry nights

Available downloadable

a sea of algorithmic code

Abstract groups of calculations

in a network firmware node

Philosophically a numbers game

where reality cannot claim

Maybe Übermensch is Nietzsche
Leaving no one else to blame

Without music, life would be a mistake.

When you look into an abyss, the abyss also looks into you.

That which does not kill us makes us stronger.

Without music, life would be a mistake.

There are no facts, only interpretations.

One must still have chaos in oneself to be able to give birth to a dancing star.

Insanity in individuals is something rare - but in groups, parties, nations and epochs, it is the rule.

The surest way to corrupt a youth is to instruct him to hold in higher esteem those who think alike than those who think differently.

It is not a lack of love, but a lack of friendship that makes unhappy marriages.

Convictions are more dangerous enemies of truth than lies.

You have your way. I have my way. As for the right way, the correct way, and the only way, it does not exist.

Save Our Springhead Golf

UNDER PAR WARS

There's talk since our last meeting

When battle lines were drawn

Hull council autocratically 

Now treat Springhead Golf with scorn

Some say it is a culture thing

A Right or Left east-west divide

Where the left are all in favour

To shutdown golf on our right side

Springhead Golf is well subscribed

So it seems an act quite sinister

On the right of Hull an Albatross 

On the left a Bogey Minister

We keep our vigil Eagle-Eyed

Our Birdies guarded from the vulture
Who once proclaimed us Humberside
A bankrupt premise lacking culture

A Ladle of Shallots

Wiccan of the coven oven

luscious toothsome crispy roasts

Dainty tempting flavourful

Cargos rich on gravy boats

Enchanting way with recipes

Magic pastries scones and bakes

Spellbound tasty morsels

Charming icing on the cakes

A golden gallery of servings

our tender hearted sugar lump

will cheery waft her fairy dustings

'Number One' 'Supreme Mugwump'

(Mugwump) Word of the day Oxford Dictionaries 6th Dec 2013

A Sock In The Drawer

Picture Link (angry sock)



What is it with these pairs of socks

Who seek to take a different course

When starting out a perfect pair

Somehow part without remorse?

I often change them twice a day

Maintained freshly cleaned for wear

Without 'bye your leave' they sneak away

to give me dressing room despair

I thought I had the problem solved

in corresponding coloured weft

Two dozen pairs identical

Last night I counted nineteen left

I'd be grateful for your good ideas

on how to manage stockinged feet

and so preventing laundry truancy

keep all my pairs of socks complete



A DILATATION COMPUTATION DISSERTATION

Written by Dick Tation

In ones imagination
we strive for explanation
where fears and trepidation

give rise to consternation 

Put contemplation on probation
for lacking innovation

a thinking block pool of stagnation

like brain cessation constipation

To then emerge with jubilation
Released from trial and tribulation

to greater heights of incantation

Unlock the doors to activation

Just three more words of separation
to winning words like bifurcation

producing mass appreciation

in sight of blissful celebration

Plethora Bollyaris

That time is fast approaching

we call the season of goodwill

Appetising advertising

endorse the latest must have thrill

In our avenue of syrup trees

on the corner very neat

up a ladder hoisting bright displays

Bolly Boulton lights the street

A rich cascade of captivation

one can hear the sleigh bells ring

Angelic choirs of rhinestone cowboys

on tinselled steeds of rousing Bling

Among the nights of bleak midwinter

Through the Yuletide fest duration

As the Milky Way seems to fade to grey

yon star is Bolly's constellation

Covent Garden

Take a Tube to Leicester Square
Long Acre left at Monmouth
Meet us there at Neal's 'off Shorts'
Pick up the Cambridge drop cloth

We'll carry on to Mercer Street
Consign the load, take tea with Giles
Then a Marquis pint at Earlham's end
As we depart the Seven Dials

Leg it swiftly down to Aldwych
Cross the bridge to Waterloo
in the 'Windmill' Lambeth High Street
write a 'Ropey Rhyme' or two

THREE WISE MEN of CHISWICK

Picture borrowed from flickrhivemind.net

Real ale not just a drinkers drink

to be guzzled and get drunk

it’s a taste bud food experience

Gourmet quality 'Slam Dunk'

Discovery's where it's happening

London Pride is no back burner

be it Honey Dew or ESB

Simply Fuller Smith and Turner

If Elvis Needs A Song

The night drew slowly to goodbye

As we sang the final song

We held each other close together

Unaware we'd both be moving on

Your smile a spell to me enchanting

You filled my heart I almost froze

I couldn't see beyond my feelings

You took me where nobody knows

They sent a limousine took you away

I was lost nowhere to go

As you faded into silver moonlight

I knew how much I loved you so

Your smile a spell to me enchanting

You filled my heart I almost froze

I couldn't see beyond my feelings

You took me where nobody knows

And if we one day meet again

Will you remember our sad goodbye

On that night of burning embers

No time to watch each other cry

Your smile a spell to me enchanting

You filled my heart I almost froze

I couldn't see beyond my feelings

You took me where nobody knows

A Method in His Reverence

He makes a golden bob or two

Crunching numbers in the city

Designer clothes and fast red cars

adoring lovelies very pretty

A hedonistic celebrant
buying drinks and slapping backs

keeping tally's on expenses

paying very little tax

For him success is party time
in the scene of lavish preen

Freeloading on the game of life

A boundless libertine

Giving sermons to the credulous
flaying wide the moral knife

enjoying company with substances

from the wilder side of life

Commit to Quit

The puffing pencils on my lips
Disenchantment cloudy grey
Screw loose satisfaction
any time of any day

Lighting up and taking in
sucking air of absent flavour
transfixed by minor moments
each split-second-fix to savour

I can kick the habit anytime
there's no chance I’m‘butt obsessed’
those silly pictures on the packages
leave me somewhat unimpressed

They say it dries your membranes
gives your breathe a whiffy taint
may cause oral ulceration
But what the hell I’m not a saint

This is Hull * * You are Here * *

Picture by kind permission of Steve Clarkson Anlaby Common Hull

http://nobby-doodle.blogspot.com

The culture curve is easterly
everything is ready
Weather looking promising
Nerve control is steady

We'll tack at Humber Estuary
Catch the wave and turning tide
we’ll be abreast and take the lead
Keep the hauling wind on side

Harden up at home port view
in the lee side of a squall
Cock-a-hoop we sound the horn
Hull speed 'let go and haul'