Them and Us

Living in the Skittish Aisles

So many issues on our minds

We’ve become a bunch of quitters

About to be the left behinds

We are a nation grown of mixtures

Once were trading partners true

A language full of languages

Soon to be the trivial few

No longer will they look for us

To be the upright bottom line

We gave it all to be the small alone

This tiny enclave in decline

Curtains closing on our centre stage

No sound of rapturous applause

No flowers for the leading lady

Who took the keys and locked the doors

I Say, I Say, I Say

It seems there is no better way

When improving written things

By looking for the perfect word

That blinding insight brings

The kind of phrase that tells it all

In concise though testing forms

Like discovering the old in new

Reintroducing long lost norms

As Grandma often said to me

Using penny dropping prose

Predicaments will lay in wait

If you let others lead your nose

Power Packed

In conjuring positioning

To please with certitude

And guarantee perfection

With no one misconstrued

In pursuit of gallant honesty

Declaring all are satisfied

Where no promise is forgotten

And every detail is supplied

Borders never breached at all

Everybody lives contained

By tending market gardens

Ensure provisions are maintained

Eight

The inner and the outer play

A figure twisted form of eight

Doomed forever in repeat

No octahedral true or straight

Trapped inside infinity

A never-ending place to wait

In case a doorway passes by

To give away another state

A quarterback of number games

At half time scores of eight

No chance to hide the missing link

Made square when they quadrate

The Wayfarer

While waiting for a train of thought

Checking out my action stations

Embroidering those doubtful links

Improving fragile innovations

Tailor making second thoughts

By rearranging what occurs 

In the light emerging from the night

Extracting essence out of blurs 

Maybe somewhere in the thick of it

I’ll pan a trace of golden seams

A striking balance of refined asides

Each made to measure loop convenes

So right away I aim to write away

Let flow my all and sundry bursts

A game of jigsaw words that fit

Recycled shapes in forms reversed

Meowder Group Take Cat

Hark at that chorus

It gets louder and louder

Our neighbourhood cats

Regaling in clowder

I prefer Luciano 

Or Maria entertaining

Not the whine of a line

With no hope of abstaining

On my tiles beyond midnight

They shriek on my slates

Their blaring uncaring

On the lookout for mates

Unashamed serenading

No chance to catnap

When I open my window

And uproariously clap

I never use catcalls

I’m no good at their notes

So I howl at the pussycats

To wail away on their boats

Oxford Dictionaries Link - Clowder

A Wise Demise

Below the borderlines of who we are

Where the miniscule take charge

Deciding what has had its day

Left way behind by those at large

So much of us we take for granted

As part of what we have by right

Only then to watch us die alive

Whilst reinforcements fled the fight

How odd our friends in memory fly

As we sink back into the womb

To nestle quietly with one last breath

Where silence settles in that room

Read All About It

Sitting ogling twitter feeds

Perusing headlines on the fly

Irritating ‘Ads’ attached

I’d just as soon as pass them by

Subscribing to the many items

That demand a pay-per-view

Will write away my time and cash

Impact my many other things to do

May I suggest a News Consortium

Where worthy articles reside

A bank of ‘All for One’ subscriptions

Performing writes, no more denied

Fair play the worth of good news is

Nothing classy comes for free

Air-Play schemes to Eye-See themes

Will draw my contribution fee

Newsprint, Mag’s and Periodicals

Are fast becoming last year’s views

The amount of pulp will make one gulp

Environmentally bad news

There’s money to be made out there

The way musicians earn a crust

To click on print might earn a mint

No need for columns gathering dust

They Did Come What May

STORY LINK

From a simple yes or no debate

Based on false manipulation

The orchestra became estranged

Internal mass miscalculation

The melting pot has separated 

Fifty-fifties them and us

Showing nothing is united

No mutual outcomes to discuss

Once a kingdom stood committed

To rally round a common flag

Until the colours stripped and faded

Served up a grimy laundry bag

Common ground dug up and laid to waste

Hardnosed factions skewed reactions

Authoritarians and autocrats

Proclaim dogmatic one-way actions

Worrisome

Deliberations boiling blood

Swearing love and insults

Nearly stories almost told

One-sided fake results

Draped illusions sugary lies

On barefaced dead-end trails

Shining lights on midday suns

Showing nothing here curtails

To not make any sense at all

Selling seats on dreamy boats

Where shredded lifelines offered 

Deflated jackets threadbare coats

Lass Agnes a Dish

Give me a name to steal away

Nothing sly or insincere

Not in any way insulting

Proudly bold that friends revere

Amusing need not be forbidden

Frightful is better left out

A moniker that speaks to the inn crowd

Call "whose turn?" when its my turn to shout

Any old name is a worn out hat

Shared around in the any old way

Notorious something glorious

Powers a handle a great soubriquet

I'll settle on 'Tea's a Geezer'

For I’m a teapot kind of guy

Taking the view that a well flavoured brew

Is served and consumed with a sigh

Thank You For The Limerick AABBA

A ropey old rhyme limerick

Five lines in a row do the trick

Though nightlight I use

Candlelight may confuse

Which more often gets right on my wick

For a lark, I’ll write you verse two

A verb in the hand helps me through

I'll describe how it feels

When my setting congeals

Like lard on the sole of my shoe

A trilogy of limerick rhyme

I'm inclined to persist with my climb

If I use enough rope
I can broaden my  scope

If I fall I can finish with mime

Universal Menu

MIT are watching black holes eat

Splendid Michelin Starlight fests

A gaping gob that sucks and robs

Vast planet suite ingests

Black holes lacking etiquette 

Nobble gobble all in sight

Converting mass to less than gas

Squashed in forever’s night

It’s the way of things we ought to know

That everything must eat

Each galaxy a luscious caviar

A singularity complete

Yes, I'm at it again, I must stop reading Apple News science articles

STORY LINK

Turbulent Tension

Clouds around the coffee mug

Whipping waves wind blown

Swirling from the stirring 

Early morning squalls that groan

Spilling into empty crockery

Teapot mood is spouting up

Disregarding battle lines when drawn

Potent downpours in the cup

Conflicts by the breakfast tray

Where Tea and coffee wars perform

There’s a tempest in the coffee mug

In the teacup there’s a storm

Torn between tornado’s

Run for cover Seer's warn

Tealeaves scattered on the saucers

Tell of brewing duels at dawn

Indefinitely Channelled

LINK mysterious energy burst that's repeating and is more powerful than millions of Suns

Looking out for nothingness

Where so far nothing’s found

In matter far too dark to see

With so much light around

Bucket loads of signal hints

Arrive with nothing much at all

Tuning into Radio FRB

A futuristic cosmic ball

But so far nothing is conclusive

Nothing broadcasts much to see

Although nothing is our best bet yet

We now know nothing is the key

Only kidding 

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Saturdayness

Come on guys its Saturday

Time to shed that weekday wear

Unfreeze your state of strategy

The weekend’s here foursquare

Be blameless in your aimlessness

Your weekend doorway's now unlatched

No longer toiling weekday bonds

To wander mindfully detached

Saunter quietly with a cup in hand

Stand and stare with good intention

Doing anything that springs to mind

Without weekday intervention

Allow yourself to own the day

Your precious kingdom tract of land

Where sun-soaked rivers chuckle by

With coincidence unplanned

Copied this over from my 'Timely Rhymes' blog.

The Story

In discussions with my memories

Many struggles to recall

On what and how it really was

Who stood down and who stood tall

What were all the circumstances

Keeping track with all the facts

Is not an easy truth to tell

Of lost alliances prickly pacts

As the plot unfolds and changes

With no notes left to infer

The Story has surprising ends

Which leave the author in a blur

STORY LINK

Remnant

A mighty mind tsunami

Enfolding undercurrent power

Swirling sweeping all away

A drenching steepled tower

Debris strewn with every memory

Shattered crumpled drowned

Cast away in overflows

Left to drain in pointless mounds

Something quietly is stirring

In the midnight chime of dark

Waiting for a striking early light

One last fighting chance to spark

Proverbially

Cousin Colin beer can talk

Spins a cracker barrel tale

Highly skilled in narrative

When imbibing India Pale

Theatre play or movie script

With mocking whimsy flair

Draws a scene of crazy circles

bags of gags and puns to share

He has the feel to keep it real

Laughter lines born of mishap

Overjoyed with Schadenfreude

Recounts a vivid cockup trap

Seeks to find the hidden cover-up
That may conceal a blanket laugh
Giving lessons on the lessons learned
With good old adages not-half

Proclaims a stitch in time saves nine
Won't put the cart before the horse
Will always look before he leaps
Each howling 'foul!' his tour de force

Colin should write a book for sure as life's ironies are never lost on him

Close at Hand

Sitting in a made-up room

Taking steps one after one

Not looking down or staring up

To where the ending had begun

On a boat of open-mindedness

A far-off journey worth a try

I wrote about the skill of uniform

Beneath a multi-coloured sky

A song flew by in light refrain

Rich in melodies brand new

Simply singing words enjoyable

Where oceans of a notion grew

Was it possible I asked the page

To imagine voice by sight

Speaking clearly to a listening ear

Begging something real to write

The song had now engulfed me

Every movement curved serene

Coasting by upon a wistful air

Transparent trails aquamarine

Afterwards – Day Two

STORY LINK (Brain Pickings)

Party revelry has been consigned

To rot in packed away detritus

In the echo faded yesterday

Leaving sore throats and bronchitis 

Holding hands and pledging loyalty

To all those strong determined vows

Feeding seeds of new tomorrows

Giving birth to new born now’s

When the morning spreading cold light

Will not melt the frozen dew

One might scrabble round for any cloak

Wash and press it just like new

Happy Year Nineteen

Another weary year has flown

We’re so relieved it took the hint

Pleased that for a little while

We’ll start the New Year with a sprint

No point in looking back last year

On the almost nearly done

From here on in the impetus

Must simply be more up and run

All well and good with resolutions

Toasting boasting bluster plays

Let’s embrace the light returning

Chase the sunlight longer days

So here’s to you and your potentials

And great occasions unforeseen 

Grab each chance for new horizons

This year auspiciously nineteen