Friday 30 November 2018

Closing Down




December’s looking down at heel
High streets have the footfall blues
Shopping bags with room to spare
Compete with latest online views

How long will heavy overheads
Be justified to load the price
As profits fail to meet the rents
A business skating on thin ice

No store has 'Sales' immunity
Everyone feels profits pain
Jobs are disappearing fast
We won't see them again

The hubbub of the market place
Where something more is going on
The ‘Seeing is Believing’ show
May soon be ‘Something Once’ now gone

It’s worth noting how the going out
Gave expectation and surprise
As online pleasures turned to house arrest
Where no one ventures out and buys

Thursday 29 November 2018

At the Third Stroke

Second guessing is reduced again
Lesser cost to borrowed time
Allowing focus on the price of tick
Affecting hours and how bells chime

The rhyme of swinging pendulums
Remains our meter metronome
Irrespective of a moment’s spell
Time is oscillation prone

They’re winding up the elements
To know exactly how time flies
When vacillation is defeated
And best transition then applies

A billionth of a billionth
Means Ytterbium streaks ahead
As long as universal factors
Agree that atoms aren’t misled

Wednesday 28 November 2018

Here's One For Harry

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The underdog who has no bark
Rarely gets a chance to bite
From life’s mishaps a share of scraps
No option for respite
For those who have the much of it
Complain the most about the poor
As if the consequence of circumstance
Is merely Mother Nature’s law
Calling out the starving scrounger
At the lowest point in life
For being lazy lacking aptitude
Therefore, deserving of his strife
If the ladder that you find yourself
Has rungs replaced with empty spaces
Without a hand to pull you up
There’ll be no chance of better places
Salute the favoured through coincidence
Bestowed with reassuring guides
Given confidence and self-belief
Along with all that cash provides
The cunning guy controls supply
Cutting best deals for the pack
Conserving and preserving grace
Granting ne’er do well’s no slack
And if by luck you earn a cosy buck
A state provisional at best
The power brokers good idea
Will work out ways to grab your chest.

Asapriately Soon




In the land of Dillydallying
Where they play the waiting game
Never taking action hastily
Or being first ones to proclaim

Their General wears a Dither Ring
A golden robe of Shilly-Shally
When hanging back is clearly seen
In Tarry Halt by Dawdle Alley

Seldom rushed to make a final choice
For the best time is next week
And all agree that soon they’ll see
That staying put is quite unique

They are certain that uncertainty
Assures delays give up a hand
Allowing longer seaside holidays
Spent by Wavering on the Sand

Tuesday 27 November 2018

Normality's Calamity



What is normal who can say
There is danger in the mode
Accepting only group agreements
Another 'Just Like Us' commode

Normality a testing truth
For those who candidly debate
Not bowing to the partisan
Who follow in a trance like state

Dubious passions lauding
The group enforcing what is right
Irrespective of the neutral view
Responds to either black or white

Sunday 25 November 2018

My Lucky Numbers



I love the promise of propitious
And the providence it brings
Or the idea that one’s destiny
Is full of fluky timely things

Clinking glasses saying cheers
When I hear the tolling bell
Taking chances on a rabbit’s foot
Throw pennies in a wishing well

If the stars are in disorder
Talent doesn’t have a hope
Your life-effect is can’t connect
Without a mojo in your scope

Take my advice forget all that
Hang nine numbers on your line
No special tricks no wizard fix
Another way to misplace nine

Maths is just a numbers game
When on their own don’t give jot
Yet play them thoughtfully together
They’ll show the way out of your spot

Friday 23 November 2018

About Roughly



Can it wait replied the busy cat
I’m doing all my do’s in queue’s
Full of stuff I put off yesterday
I’ve got the nagging pressure blues

Not a wink of sleep through chatter
My inner me and I converse
Getting nowhere with defensive pleas
No matter how much we rehearse

The morning light comes scary through
Like a cutthroat’s sharpened knife
Bringing weight to bear on everywhere
Our riddled clocks are running rife

Fireflies with spotlight accuracy
Their hinting concepts buzzing swarm
As we prepare to take on everything
Pursuing side-line forms of norm

Thursday 22 November 2018

I See



Eyes, the conduit of knowledge
Looking curiously and seeing
A blend of outward with the inward
Daydreaming on just being

Observing every game they play
With a view to taking chances
Dipping silent toes in water
Plotting ways to make advances

Eyes are looking at the world
Some have worked out how to be
By continuing the line of life
To pass on different ways to see

Tuesday 20 November 2018

The Telling Way


Telling jokes for story’s sake
A wish to make a listener laugh
Surprising tales with daft details
Where the truth gets cut in half

Some jokes whet the appetite
Demanding crackers served up dry
Rousing minds with punchline finds
Served with sparklers in the eye

There are some folk who rarely laugh
They are the jewels that joker’s prize
For their demands ironically 
Hold the key to yarn’s disguise

Thursday 15 November 2018

We’ve Been Framed



A voter choice of ‘Yes’ or ‘No’
Based on scenarios unknown
Yet vote they did to just get rid
And face the future all alone

Is this bloody good or madly bad
To answer that is complicated
So choice is spelled out in book
A muddled pack to be debated

Two years on and still we strive
To understand the implications
That stress how far apart we are
As disunited bordered nations

United Kingdom may well split apart
Little enclaves  clans and cliques
Closed societies uncooperative
Quaintly polishing antiques

Wednesday 14 November 2018

Gut Filling



Ill-advised and over sanitised
Insanely scrubbed and cleaned
Misguided in our health pursuits
Over treated and machined

We over do the medicines
That scrub and scour our gastral pipes
Skim away good reinforcements
To suffer disinfected gripes

Our life maintaining micro-bods
That keep our vigour and our shape
Along with all our less desirables
Flushed away by sterile scrape

Not much security in purity
We’ve let obsession drive our life
Not by washing hands or cleaning pans
Down where digestion suffers strife

Our microbe team can keep us lean
They send us messages succinct
We must increase their population
And listen to our ‘Gut-Instinct’

Professor Tim Spector
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Sunday 11 November 2018

Ideally



Working quietly on a project
Tools and implements at hand
Doing things the way they should be done
Not necessarily as was planned

Accomplishing a one-off task
Where reward is by degree
While the challenge is fulfilling
Each new idea becomes a key

The beauty of the art and craft
Goes beyond the here and now
At thinking pace will find a place
Unearthing other ways to how

Saturday 10 November 2018

F**k It



Words we speak misunderstood
Not unreasoning or rude
Though often summing up our thoughts
Leaving meaning slightly skewed

Hot air phrases voicing gloominess 
In maddening situations
Despairing at the lack of flow
Venting off our intimations

It’s what we do with disappointment
When everything is said and done
No matter how we tried with pride
We’re left with ‘F**K-It’ nothing’s won

Friday 9 November 2018

Pork Piety



Oh my, oh my, I love pork pie
A chunk of scrumptious munch
Works well with English mustard
Anytime especially lunch

With mushy peas baked beans and chips
Or with a sturdy Ploughman’s tuck
Unadorned a perfect stand alone
There’ll be no waste to chuck

Oh how I do adore pork pie
Every buffet’s favourite wish
If made with love and understanding
There is no finer coupled dish

Thursday 8 November 2018

Interstellar Panatela (Oumuamua)




Something’s up there swinging by
What it is we’re still unsure
Swift propelled at super speed
Extremely weird and quite obscure

It could be visiting our locality
To look at teeming alien life
A super civilised delving probe
Or junk discarded running rife

It seems we have been working on
Sending out a likewise craft
Using brilliant powered light impelled
To show our neighbours we’re not daft

What might we call our voyager
To where no earthling ever went
I’m thinking simply Henri Winterman
Or King Edward heaven sent

Wednesday 7 November 2018

Sagittarius A*


To you and me we might agree
That holes have nothing much inside
But our universe has lots of them
In many places, they reside

Absorbing anything that gets too close
Sweeps all and sundry outsides in
Like a planetary landfill site
A super mashing trash stuffed bin

Metal bones and rolling stones
Our Black Hole painted Vanta black
Turning all we know and ever knew
Less than the point of a carpet tack

No need to shout the end is nigh
The sucking distance is so vast
In terms of when our time is up
Our distant futures will have past

Sunday 4 November 2018

The Thing Is



What is a thing? You ask yourself
You close your eyes and wonder what?
How the lack of good descriptions
Lend formless clues to what it's not 

When it comes to wondering what to wear
There’s not a thing to dress your mood
Some things may not exist at all
And those that do you don’t include

When talking things they pop up first
The thing you didn't think quite through
That out of context random thing
The oddest thing which sums up you

It can be rare to find a living thing
As those with life are things agreed
All in all the thing that carries weight
Is the perfect thing indeed

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Friday 2 November 2018

A New-Fangled Rhyme



I got this new idea today
A ‘Twitter’ new suggestion
On trying something new untried
To free me up from dull congestion
So many things I haven’t tried
Because I gave them little thought
Like hopping backwards on the spot
Or with my cat may teleport
Whenever new is on the cards
It may bring on mixed emotions
Thoughts of dread and trepidation
That cause unwarranted commotions
But then again pursuing new
Is where the fresh and lively run
To be surprised revitalised
Involved where new things have begun
So here’s another brand-new line
That I have never written twice
About something, I know not yet
To give my life a brand-new slice

Cheers Mo@themicropoett

Thursday 1 November 2018

Chocolate Shapes Me

“A good piece of chocolate is like a good piece of music
 It contains something memorable that stays on your mind for the entire day.”

I have an ear for chocolate
A smooth and soothing symphony
Notating taste bud elegance
Sweetheart strains drift tunefully

The calming pleasure of this sweet refrain
Each movement perfect pitch and tone
A grace and flavour ode to joy
Each masterpiece a restful drone

My much-loved chocolate melody
Sweet composition serenade 
To tease and please my sensitivity
My chocolate orchestra parade