Existence

Based on BBC Programme "Self's Search For Meaning

Yesterday I found myself

Whilst sitting on a sphere

Blending with surroundings

Being there and waiting here

Someone took a photograph

Of something temporarily

Staring into nothingness

A momentary shape of me

Captured in a time and space

My empty pages took a turn

Tapping into suppositions

Discarding points of no concern

Looking out for deeper meanings

Each explanation disagreeing

I stubbornly conclude my tour
As one more other human being

Hereabouts

Sailing on a slipstream breeze

Not a thing to hold me down

Light airs relaxing all my chains

No anchors weighing on my frown

Sitting in this fleeting state

Pretending it’s perpetual

Strange it is to contemplate
How settings are conceptual

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Lucky LUCA

In the cesspit of beginnings

Where massive masses all amassed

How primeval muddy LUCA

Cooked prototypes of chloroplast

Though we wonder at our standing

From our origins of descent

We are amazing steamy things

Brought forth from hot air vents

Harking way back to our ancestry

Stupefied by first eruptions

Bacterium magisterium

From evolutions odd corruptions

Drug abuse in athletes, Last Common Ancestor, Lichens and Beatrix Potter, Philae farewell

Radio Love

The radio a medium

A miracle on air

Relieves the daily tedium

When I need to grin and bear

Melodies in combinations

Patchwork chitter chatters

Helps me with my trepidations

When overcome by heavy matters

A wireless lifeline station

My static comrade always there

It talks to me implicitly

When other powers overbear

Plane Speaking

Gary Blockwood noted whittler

Plumb-bob carve-up level pegs

A sawn off wooden structure-all

Can chisel barrels into kegs

Snugly boarded tongue-in-groove

Securing timber deftly laid

A magnitude of measured place

His whittled dowels on hit parade

Nailed or screwed but never skewed

A Pythagoras angled mix

Imbues pristine hypotenuse

Gary Blockwood’s whittle tricks

Revising Surmising

Well knitted

Distractions can at times produce

Unexpected upturned sands

Where delving in one's curiosity

Connects arrays of ideal strands

Unlike those lessening detractions

Which can turn your hopes in vain

Leave you with your flightless wings

Pursuing too much grape and grain

Satisfaction is a life fulfilled

In the strands of sands in vain

Looking deep avoiding wishful sleep

Is where one’s problems solving gain