STARBURST

It's gonna be a bright sunny day

Our tiny globe has sent a probe

To analyse our star amid

To forecast sunny weather

That may destroy our power grid

These solar outburst mysteries

May cause excessive G I C’s

Laying low our power sources

Oil and gas electricity’s

Everything is grounded here

Our planet magnet is supreme

Until those stellar flare-ups

Upset our planetary scheme

So what on earth do we expect

From NASA’s heatproof explorations

Checking up on what our star expels

So we can shield our machinations

When using the word awesome we diminish the human achievements that truly deserve the word.

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Questionable

‘Why?’ As a question, we often hear

A simple question one might say

Though why cannot be answered

In simple terms in any way

For ‘Why?’ is most uncalled-for

In simple answers won’t reveal

For ‘Why?’ is nothing more or less

Than lazy interest faking zeal

So if you have a serious nosiness

And with tenacity, you try

To look beneath the weight of everything

You’ll find the ‘How?’ which gets to ‘Why?’

At The End of The Day

Peaceful sleep rejuvenates

The benefits are plain

Releasing muscle tensions

Sooth and calm a stressing brain

The hard-pressed  over needy

Dig their brains and plunder deep

Fear of missing out on wide awake

Sacrificing crucial sleep

So hail the bustling maniac

Who conquers slumber’s vast desire

Active twenty hours a day

Stretching taut the high live wire

So if the longer days and shorter nights

Keep you out of blanket bay

Your judgments and your memories

May keep you out of games you play

Checking up on all those certainties

In search of hours awake that add

Irrespective of a brain in grief

Overwhelmed and going mad

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Bort and Sealed

My favourite carbonado

A superior grinding grit

In pursuit of level pegging

Ingrained beneath the split

Bringing up a polished hue

Slipping sliding with effect

To the nearest nanometre

Of a microscope inspect

Enduring to a diamond shine

As near perfection one may get

When looking at the final finish

A crowning glory coronet

BORT or BOART

English Word of the Day from
Oxford Dictionaries 28^thOctober 2018

Hello Again

Passing mirrors isn’t easy

We feel compelled to check

The state of one’s reflection

Poised in place above the neck

Though sometimes we are able

To scrutinise from head to toe

Observing how the other me

Suggests an image of just so

As long as we can look in there

We can be sure that we’re still here

As opposites in perfect time

Our duplication dance we share

Brain Ache - On Give or Take

It either does
or doesn’t 

The how it works
or not

If it is
or if it isn’t

Could be a circle
or a spot

It may be
quite important

Immaterial
all the same

The rules allow
or disallow

Depending on
the playing game

So take a piece
or put one back

If you will
or if you won't 

Is it reaction
or an action

Or just a case
of 'do or don’t'

Ah! Friday, The Day of Frigga

At last, at last, the day has come

To end another week gone by

A scaling down of seriousness

Greet the weekend with a sigh

Two days to do with what you will

Do this, do that, or anything

But don’t forget its Friday yet

A super night to let it swing

Meet your mates or go on dates

Friday nights make better bonds

Where the power of a shared delight

Need not depend on magic wands

Happy Sixtieth

Today is not just any day

This special birthday’s inclination

As numbers go its peak of flow

Sixty ways of celebration

Sixty things we might have wrapped

In sixty ways with origami

Or sixty candles on your cake

But all agreed that might look barmy

Sixty is your super number

A perfect circle of your time

So spin and grin with friends and kin

Let your birthday clock face chime

Let wisdom gained now be your guide

You’ve conquered sixty mountains high

Look up there are no barriers or limits in the sky

If you are 60 Today

Happy Birthday This is for you

© Clifford Letts October 2018

Cold Starts

The weather’s icy fingers

Are pointing at my clobber

Seeking gaps and floppy flaps

A sneaky pocket picking robber

Ripping warmth and cosiness

From my winter warmer’s chest

Left aching in the deathly cold

Bemoans not wearing thermal vest

Our winters here are far from worst

We’re nowhere near the polar caps

But each degree that steals from me

Throws brittle shivers on cold snaps 

Who’s At The Door?

A mean moody mist descended

Heavy on a menacing October night

Hard to place that sound of razor cut flesh

There was a flicker of evil in the candlelight

As they approached a darkened doorway

Gusts carried a faint sound of distant cries

The empty pathway felt overcrowded

Full of clouds fallen from the skies

Hidden eyes watched and patiently waited

It was here where they promised to meet

Dressed as memories of lonely beings

Their doorway vendetta offering trick or treat

Gangway

There is a shopping trolley trend

In supermarket lanes

How if one stands still anywhere

Will bring on browsing-by disdains

There may be hidden reasons why

Obstruction pulls the packs

Maybe a secret deal is out of sight

By the covering of tracks

Many theories are about I’m sure

Like how one draws attention

By interrupting scanning eyes

Caused by a figure’s intervention

Most likely there’s a simple truth

A universal law of flow

That everything must move along

Or twist and turn to see the show

Summitry

We all agree potentially 

There wasn’t too much left to say

Each side revealed their view

Disagreeing without seeing

Hence discovered nothing new

They continued talking just in case

Another angle might bring forth

Though in the end, the physics won

When the South attracted North

Strangely reunited held by force

Starkly differing in stance

A most intriguing camaraderie 

Where those at odds will always dance

Eau de Groan (A Mobile Moan)

I took part in a survey

A tick-box situation

Grading services from ‘1-10’

For assessment information

They say they needed feedback

Improving customer contentment

And as a gesture of goodwill

Sent a free gift compliment

A pack of chocolate cookie treats

Subject to ‘T’s’ and ‘C’s’

Provided I can move my ass

And pay the travel fees

I’ll bet you think I was delighted

Rushing off to grab my prize

Although in truth I didn’t bother

This kind of treat seemed quite unwise

In future should they ever ask

On my reaction to their ploys

Giving gifts with strict conditions

Such aggravation just annoys

Data Skater

They called it ‘Information Highway’

Where we were in the driving seat

Many benefits improving lives

Brand new ways to cost compete

Buying anything sourced anywhere

A ‘Data Shopping Spree Bazaar’

But the loopholes in the scruples

Are too dangerous by far

We all believed technology

Would bring about amazing things

Not turn us into marionettes 

Unaware who pulled our strings

Now we’re bundled up and graded

A petri dish of see-through folk

Like ‘Babes in Woods’ we smile along

With every prod directed poke

Small players in a numbers game

Where rules determine who will win

Conditions that dictate the terms

Dependent on whose state you’re in

Its bad enough that charlatans

Their wish to clean you out of dough

Though you need to know that corporate Joe

Has learned to mess more than you know

It seems the tricksters’ door to door

Need not rap or ring your bell

Flashing offers in your line of sight

Like thieves a knocking who can tell

And if I hope, you've read thus far

My message in here is a must

Integrity is barely anywhere

There's almost nowhere left to trust

P.S.
Be careful what you commit too on a regular basis 

A Night To Remember

Vibrations rock the graveyard scene

Drumstick bones on headstones beat

Fog rolls earthbound over mounds

Shadow motions seek to greet

The night air thick with atmosphere

Something shuddering by that tree

A choir of ancient requiems

Sing out a Samhain melody

Tonight is ghoul-lash party time

Where spirits raised stand in between

Scream here and now a death-defying vow

This night of all souls Halloween

And We’re Off!

 

Mickey Mouse Holidays

We dream of holidays ideal

Saving every  penny spare

Selecting from a wide array

Of hotspot havens debonair

We baggage wrap our luggage pack

Double check our travel list

Allaying fear we weigh the gear

Reflect on anything’s we’ve missed

We land on time ‘The Pale Arrivals’

Reclaim our chattels passing by

The sun is hot and blinding bright

We’re here at last we sigh

At last our home to play away

Checking out our place to be

Creaking doors and greasy floors

Tired and fusty old laundry

Eventually it dawns on us

How easy dreams misrepresent

The cash we paid for scuffed and frayed

Was just a soulless concrete tent

So don’t complain they’re all the same

The heat and dust will swim away

Stuck umbrellas broken put-you-ups

Enjoy a first-class  'Get-Away'