Flight Of The Eagle Man

In my digitised existence

Simulated in the main

Contained within a chip and pin

Such a well-related brain

Sprinting super neuron viaducts

Private lives of computation

Thinking speedily at leisure

Far beyond imagination

Who I am or where I am

Placed in spots of compilations

A story line of me and mine

In super conscious formulation

David Eagleman's BBC TV series 'The Brain' inspired these thoughts. Incomparable to his marvellous presentation of the brain and neuroscience. But the idea that we can be uploaded into eternity on journeys beyond the capacity of mechanical travel is wonderfully inviting. That is, if I am not already there.

The Destitute Itinerant

PICTURE LINK

Sheltered in a doorway room

Open house to passers by

Hoping that the wind and rain

Has found somewhere else to cry

Memories of different days

Unwelcome on these nights

Hunger cramps are draining me

Turning out my flickering lights

They call me lost without ambition

Just because I’m down at heel

I save and plan my every penny

For a warm space and a meal

Like a ship without a compass

In waters rocky spying land

It all looks so bright inviting

But I dismiss it out of hand

No one waits for me I’m homeless

Shelters anywhere will do

I’ll sleep with both eyes searching

Until morning light shines through

Too many shapes of homelessness

Down and out nowhere to run

No magic wand to help them all
Can we just begin with one

In or Out Shake It All About

If Only We Knew The Real Leave Agender

In days of harassed fortunes

Placing privilege on the spot

And access to residual gilt

Your funds a problematic knot

Situations are the end result

Of whatever went before

Quests in search of new resources

Grand theft portrayed as law

But what of votes and governance

In deciding who's in charge

In being in or leaving out
Staying small or there at large

Concentric Spheres

In existence unpredictable

Where chances come and go

Building on past failings

Speeding up whilst going slow

When pursuing creativity

Every thought has some potential

To double up the possibility

Of exercising exponential

Everything is in the pot

Greatest depths to superficial

Singularity finds parity

As life in truth turns artificial

Things

When thinking things

That inkling brings

Crowds of bells and whistling’s

Can snugly cling as lingering’s

Inside shifting groups of jinglings

Bright pearl ideas hang shimmering

To invite your mind considering

Avoiding too much dithering

Discarding pap delivering

From assurance intermingling

So when a thought bewildering

Seems strung suspended on a wing

Flashing beams of light discovering

Maybe it’s just another thing
Occurring whilst remembering

The Baker

Ashes stones or smoky pit

A baker fires the oven hot

Elemental each constituent

Potion portion mixing pot

Socially historical

Familial traditional

The Baker has advanced our lives

Among the arts of unconditional

Fulfilment is the baker’s wish

Providing love on every tray

A vision hint of satisfaction

Crowning glory every day

Dedicated to the all too often unsung art of baking

Farewell From The Listener

Silver sailing on the airwaves

Without effort on the ear

Portraying and conveying

With sounds of music we revere

Talking to a microphone

As though the microphone was me

Materialised as personalised

A verbal clarity I could see

Farewell Sir Terry Wogan

From every listener just like me

Deep dismay to lose your telling way

Your humour friendly subtlety