Underground Gang

We stand together unaware

That some have met before

In regular indifference

Keeping close the sliding door

The body heat lay's heavy

As we crave each passing stop

Avoiding all eye contact

Counting every island hop

Ordeals endured are here and now

External pressure in the cube

Every strain of sinew over tight

Crushing rush hour London Tube

Morn Walking

Walk the early morning

Any City anywhere

Remind yourself you are alive
Even more than you might dare

Feel your senses feel your place

Absorb the vacant waiting

All too soon, all is reclaimed

No time for hesitating

The city speed is gearing up

Rippled waves that saturate

Tides won't turn 'til early hours

As dawn renews the city state

Upon My Word

Oxford Dictionaries Word of the Day 18/06/13

What was it that you said to me
Such a word to understand
You may think it might impress
I feel it somewhat underhand
Your message hard to see I fear
Upon my ear is quite frustrating
Your choice of word leaves me far out

Just like the point you're demonstrating
Your finest word delivery fails
If the listener feels unable
To understand your circumstance
Without a dictionary at the table

News on the Tom-Toms

BBC Health News Link 'Tomatoes are Stroke Preventors

A fighting phytochemical
carotene and cartenoid
in finest fruit and vegetables

to keep your body sound and buoyed


Some say it’s not essential
when it comes to nutrients
as praises gain momentum

most likely its good sense


Tomato juice or ketchup sauce
makes a breakfast meal cuisine
your organ tunes more merrier
when enriched with lycopene

The Book

Open cover prologue bound

A feeling for the plot

Wondrous phrases aptly put

To curl your mind up in a knot

Choice words plainly spoken

Create a shocking sudden start

Playing mayhem with your fair and square

Will tear your confidence apart

Spinning wildly like a parachute

At speed you plummet deep

Beads of sweat and racing heart

Consumes your weariness and sleep

Monday

Thunder clapping mornings
Eclipsing my alarm
Howls of crazy roosters
Bad dreams about the farm

Hemmed in by picket fences
Such an early hour to wait
I might have met the postman
But left her struggling with the gate

I tell myself I have free will
In full control of every movement
My pillow hugs my weary head
My situation needs improvement

Reluctant coffee in my cup
The lazy kettle takes too long
Boiling bubbles lacking strength
My vacant radio has no song