Friday 28 December 2018

Limitless




Either way
we find ourselves
Where we sit 
and how we fit
Minute or gigantic
Titanic bulk 
or teensy bit
Indeed we are 
the space between
A got together
fleeting slot
Such abundance
at our fingertips
In who we are 
And when we’re not
Add to that our
constant changes
That must leave 
though never go
A universe of
changing places
So hard to be 
yet even so

Thursday 27 December 2018

What’s Your Poison?



What’s your poison whiskey gin
On either or I am sanguine 
Tasteless vodka spirit hit
So, no one near will notice it

Rum refreshes empty cups
A brandy fix restores your ups
All in all, the champagne thrills
‘til eyelids droop and temper spills

Come on, come on just one more drink
To bring my head back from the brink
Then lay in bed sleep like a log
Arise red-eyed salute the hairy dog

Wednesday 26 December 2018

The Time Draws Near for Flowering


When that time

Of Christmas boxes

Once a heartfelt day 

Of giving

Taking steps

In bringing goodwill

To those struggling

For a living

 

Not standing by 

Indifferently

Watching failure 

In its plight

Aid those in strife

To fight for life

On a wintry 

Silent night


Empires of humanity

Covert closely

Spoils of war

Ensuring grips

On castle keeps

Deceitful ways

Of grabbing more

That now defines the law



Footnote

Songs are so much more than sound

Each word’s sincere proposing

To keep a lookout filled with promises

Not judging homelessness with loathing

Monday 24 December 2018

Merry Cherries



Summer’s distant memory
Autumn’s long farewell
Last year grieves its fallen leaves
To the ring of twilight's bell

At this solstice time of winter
In the dark of dank December
A time for jolly interludes
Around Yuletide’s fiery ember

Celebrate with family folk
Wintry weather cheering eats
Conserves preserves and nutty things
And a stocking full of treats

Thursday 20 December 2018

In the Moot


Midwinter is upon us
There's darkness in the air
The winter log is burning
A feast we must prepare

We stand awhile and listen
The drooping touch of silent snow
Voices singing by death's door
Allows the old year one last show

Tonight together in the moot
We will dance until the dawn
Here in the hours of Yuletide
Once again the light reborn

Tuesday 18 December 2018

By The Way



Way back many rhymes ago
I felt inclined by lyrical leanings
Having bought a decent dictionary
Researching words and meanings

I read a lot of well-known Bards
Was amazed at their impressions
Their depth of feeling had no ceiling
And such a way with their expressions

I would read each take to root out fake
Contriving not to be synthetic 
Lacking eloquence and prominence
Not at all I thought poetic

Though I carried on with hopeful heart
My prose would always end up rhyming
Clever things I could not conjure up
To work with rhythm pace and timing

Saturday 15 December 2018

Wu-wei



Staring at the unknown void
A fragile vision eye-line sight
Not inviting or exciting me
To see the wrong thing in the right

Feeling little else but kindliness
Letting go of strong positions
The kind that bury happiness
In the mulch of hard decisions

To stand aside from taking sides
And never sitting on the fence
I keep away from waiting rooms
Where aimless conflicts may commence

"wu-wei is probably best rendered as something like “effortless action” or “spontaneous action.” 
Being in wu-wei is relaxing and enjoyable, 
but in a deeply rewarding way that distinguishes it from cruder or more mundane pleasures."

Thursday 13 December 2018

Shame On You Squanderers

When the old folk steal the future from the young folk,
They will not forgive you.



 If the feelings all agreed upon
Hang around in easy air
Anytime a disagreement starts
Mutual feelings share despair

When a bust-up makes it difficult
For hidden reasons from a sleight 
Where front doors take a second place
For backstop callers late at night

It would be nice if memories didn’t fade
On mutuality once respected
The selflessness of long-term friendship
Protected from the biased unexpected

The hand shake is a dodgy game
Skirting covenants navigated
A change of mind to suit the kind
Fat headed ego’s so inflated

Remember what we really must
Provide the best for all our young
It is their ladder we must help them climb
Not for us to grease each rung

Tuesday 11 December 2018

May We Be Forgiven



Whatever may become of us
The maypole has me spinning
We may or may not turn out well
We may not feel that we are winning

There may still be quite a way before
Among the may's and maybe nots
When a call for may she rest in piece
They may in secret have drawn lots

Maybe come the revolution
When the may queen abdicates
And takes away the come what may
We may still have euro mates

Monday 10 December 2018

Sanctuary (Free Trial)


In a corridor surrounded
Checking every open door
Looking in deciding
Is it here I can’t be sure

Is this a dream or my reality
A way-out game where I pretend
To be in charge of where I want to be
Or in some tangled senseless bend

Maybe I cannot hide in corners
Leaving me in there exposed
In a circle waiting for my turn
Until completely diagnosed

Sunday 9 December 2018

If I may Say So



Out there in the everywhere
On our rotating dotty ball
Looking out for finest structures
To find the answers to it all

Checking out the alpha constant
And the strength of interaction
To shrink or stretch the universal glue
Rejecting any error’s fraction

With all our standard models flawed
Variations on the wing
Leaving prayers on heavens stairs
Discover clues to everything

So, one day in the not far off
We’ll have the lowdown on the lot
A theory of entirety
And the answer to our plot

The whole shebang on string will hang
A ball of wax intact
Our universe at last well known
Where the ultimate is fact

Based on Marcus Chown article
'The NumberThat Holds The Universe Together Is Changing'
BBC FOCUS issue 330 Christmas 2018

Baked Views



Exactly as I thought it was
After much investigation
Weighing up the facts and figures
Thinning out pure speculation

Lots and lots of ready reckonings
Testing origins and roots
No divesting or suggesting
By ruling out purports and moots

In due course without remorse
The past was cast aside
Smothered by another way to be
Where everything must coincide

Wednesday 5 December 2018

Fill your Boots


 Another year is drawing near
But as the old one drains away
Sucking bucket loads of credit cash
To start a new one in dismay

Midwinter’s needs for so much joy
Summer plentiful long gone
We need a glitter compensation
A lavish-do to set upon

We’ll order much excessively
More than is sensible to store
Throw caution to the wind and spend
On stuff that most won’t need for sure

Then here to there and back and forth
Bubbled up with with “ho, ho, ho’s”
Getting sleighed and festive weighed
Drowned out with TV shows

Not much solace in December here
The shops are begging hard for bucks
Enticing all to not miss out
As latest must haves are the crux

Tuesday 4 December 2018

How Much For That?



Defining fair transactions
Pursuing valuables exchanged
Using measurements to indicate
Honest dealings well arranged

When counting up and dishing out
The special weights of milk and honey
To meet the grade for certain prices paid
And not be short changed on the money

Exactitude cannot be misconstrued
The finest points though hard to see
For there in tiniest quantities
One finally meets with accuracy

A replica of the International Prototype Kilogram
at the Cité des Sciences et de l’Industrie in Paris.
Japs88/Wikimedia Commons





Monday 3 December 2018

Waiting for A Train




It was just a conversation
That turned up uninvited
Sitting nearby on two tables
A café space somehow united
The talk at first indifferent
Unsure what should be said
Too early for opinions
They talked of anything instead
Both denying they were in a trap
Of living treadmill locomotion
Yet wryly eyeing out for signs
To join in with the walking ocean
Looking out the café widow
The crowd outside now in full flow
Mindless drone like racing pigeons
A dancing quickstep on the go

Saturday 1 December 2018

December Weather Here



Struggling in mid-winter mist
As darkness stretches into light
Foggy hands reach out then drop
In the slippery morning night

Frosted whispers scald my cheeks
Bothering steps, I dare to take
Not allowing warmth to generate
Still feeling less than wide awake

Drizzle rain though gentle penetrates
My insufficient ragged cloak
Any distance walked on days like this
Is a far too meddling heavy yoke