Thursday 31 January 2019

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

Tuesday 29 January 2019

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

Monday 28 January 2019

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

Sunday 27 January 2019

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

Friday 25 January 2019

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

Wednesday 23 January 2019

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


Tuesday 22 January 2019

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



Monday 21 January 2019

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

Saturday 19 January 2019

They Did Come What May



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

Wednesday 16 January 2019

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

Tuesday 15 January 2019

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



Sunday 13 January 2019

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






Saturday 12 January 2019

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

Friday 11 January 2019

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


Thursday 10 January 2019

Indefinitely Channelled



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 
👿

Wednesday 9 January 2019

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

Monday 7 January 2019

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

Sunday 6 January 2019

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


Friday 4 January 2019

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

Wednesday 2 January 2019

Afterwards – Day Two



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

Tuesday 1 January 2019

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