Give Them A Dummy

Guilty as charged!

To learn at supersonic speed

A child will chop up dice and shred

Will question all outmoded plots

To be replaced by theirs instead 

Unless off course lobotomised

By repetitious robot action

Imprisoned, buttoned up by tap

Blocked out from interaction

Minimised by data posterised

A mind laid waste in active sand

Where reality left to see the world

To visit random lives unplanned

What can we tell the children

As love and language are mislaid

A battery world completely flat

One last sentence "I'm afraid"

Dorians Pub

Nikos - Dorians Pub

Summer easy Santorini 

Passing timeless spaces

Genteel partaking Dorians bar

A shady glade of happy faces

These wishful times so pleasant

Restful day dreams in my eye

No need to think of moving on

Or rush to leave and say goodbye

Dystopia 2014

Ill winds blowing angrily

Swirled the turning tide

Leaving those in shaky shelter

Needing somewhere else to hide

Barricades of special interests

Protecting stores and stocks

Fooled their loyal soldiers

Without keys to fit the locks

On guard they stood there daily

Keeping eyes on points of view

Slow to shift from their position

Unfurling flags of midnight blue

Many nights of falling rain

Morning cloudbursts underlined

How the weathered bad moon rising

Left good reason undermined

Whatever! You Say.

His woman she's a lovely girl

A caring sharing heart

Aesthetically artistic

She lets him play his part

Quietly she lets him know

When he over steps the mark

A sideways glance a surly pout

With no idea he's in the dark

Sometimes he feels "I'm winning

My pillow talk is never boring

She later whips my bolster off

Her excuse to stop me snoring"

But all in all He has to say

"I love my flowery petal

She lets me think I rule the roost

Deep down she's precious metal"

Andrew and Beautiful Monster (Kirsty) in Santorini

Love Birds in the Sand. 

Love is a velvet cloak of diamonds stitched with golden threads.

It's All Your Fault!

Dwelling on elections

All possibilities all found

Apathy the driving force

Buries goodwill underground

Time to find some scapegoats

On their doorstep laying blame

Seek out the weak minorities

Pointing fingers at their shame

When the holocaust is over

And the silent voice admits

We lost our vote and sunk the boat

Not us who dug the burial pits

It was debt that robbed well being

Excessive squander not repaid

In a world of "ME" and Bling compare

Gambled risk against fair trade

Summer Nights

A patient man stands silently
as though a statue in a town
His face a calm expression

No hint of smile no sign of frown

Passers by seem not to notice

All eyes on movement up ahead

Feint sounds of crowded music

Where lesser voices fear to tread

A random crash of breaking waves

Intrudes on almost captured thoughts

To be discarded from the consciousness 

Drawn into mirrors smoky quartz

The carnival begins at eight

A Mardi Gras of crystal shards

She walks toward him smiling

They take the road of no facades

A Dissonant Predicament

On matters most particular
solid tangible in essence

Removing doubt and letting out

The substance of your  presence

In relation to each quantity

Discovering quality in place

Where you stand in time and posture

Will every action save you grace

In the end pursuing logically

Exacting proof in your possession

Beware discoloring of passion

Misguided source of your obsession

Oxford Dictionary: Predicament

A difficult, unpleasant, or embarrassing situation:

(In Aristotelian logic) each of the ten ‘categories’, often listed as: substance or being, quantity, quality, relation, place, time, posture, having or possession, action, and passion.

Sweet Tweets are Favourites You Gave to Me

No strings attached

Once again I’m on my nest of things

Thought bites wing tips fluttering’s

Watching fleeting fly-by littering’s

Full of international twittering’s

At speed a clutch of tinkering’s

Knells of bells diminishing

A chorus clamour whispering

Finding what’s about worth figuring

In the early morning flickering

A weathered eye on worms delivering

A hopeful hungry glimmering

Heaps of splatter patter picturing

On Balance

Life they say a numbers game

Erring on the side of paucity

Keeping mindful that equality

Depends upon ones generosity

Objective open mindedness

Better understood colloquially

By pursuing our humanities

Past times preferred parochially

A river flows at greater speed

if unhampered by viscosity

A route pursuit of mindfulness

Is on reflection reciprocity

Sunset Broadway

Our industrial revolvers

Cause energetic overload

Using history to fire our lives

Burning crisis points now bode

We need to take another route

Using clean sustaining modes

All our futures will depend upon

Sunrise sunset-driven roads

Using butterfly technology

On super highway avenues

Soaking up our solar rays

A starlight truth we can’t refuse

Saved By Science?

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