Water Darling?

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On water there’s a point to make

We all need to sup a cup

Though no more than is adequate

From food we eat and brews we sup

But fashion is as fashion does

Demands the current latest craze

Water carried in a holy grail

Sold at prices that amaze

Bottles dressed in finest labels

To look awash with so much posh

As one splashes out in company

Fine dining tables perfect nosh

Filtered clean in foaming clouds

Water nature’s born again

To percolate and circulate

Making rivers out of rain

Flowing down these filtered streams

Replenish man made reservoirs

Further cleaned they fill our taps

And the bottles in our bars

Water is what water is

When pure and good enough to drink

It differs not when from a bottle tot

At prices way beyond the brink

183.Zzzzz

Oh to dream that dream again

The one the night corrupted

To slip away in stealthy sleep

And not be interrupted

I’ll dream my dream on purpose

Letting outcomes have their way

Watching how the shadows dance

Keep an eye on those that stray

For dreams like forks along the road

Take you deeper as they can

To the sudden start of ‘just woke up’

Confusing now with overran 

All Change (long live the queen)

Heads above the parapet

There’s a changing of the guard

Dark corners cleared of murmurs

A taste of fresh air in the yard

Everybody’s making brand new vows

Guarantees of strong support

Slapping backs and soothing voices

Where new cooperatives consort

Undercurrents tell a different tale

Sad eyes seek the fruitless lamb

The poison chalice glitters gold

No one talks about the sham

Time to clear the decks of dregs

Sluice the drains of all disdains

Move the markers turn a page

Take greater pains to shake those chains

Mopping up the puddled blood

Backs are turned and glasses chinked

Atmospheres returned to ‘A-OK’

RIP the souls who blinked

How to Write a Ropey Rhyme

When the words come tumbling

Out of my sentence sort machine

Making points from sense disjoints

My bouncing ideas trampoline

I always find the teasing pleasing

Am surprised at what occurs

From the foggy muddle treadmill

Escaping from those wordless blurs

I need not start at the beginning

I often keep that to the end

Let each story tell itself

And let the ending recommend

I Vote We Change Our Minds

There’s never been a better time

To think of better things

When all around is showing cracks

With no sign of upturn swings

Change has always felt uncertain

Whether natural or contrived

Taking cover in a shrouded place

Where the fortunate survived

Though it’s always worth reflecting

On what drove us to the edge

A power grab among the powerful

Who made us teeter on the ledge

The options plainly far off dreams

Though first of all there must be pain

For the betterment of who knows what

On the grace and favour train

Easy promises and laidback cool

Assured that soon will come the day

When there’ll be no need for compromise

Nor any opposition’s say

Present circumstances fading fast

Caused by devious shady cash

From feathered nests of strategists

In buried democratic mash

For Good Measure

"A decision, made at the 26th meeting of the General Conference
on Weights and Measures (CGPM), means that from 20 May 2019 
all SI units are defined in terms of constants that describe the natural world.
This will assure the future stability of the SI and open the opportunity
for the use of new technologies, including quantum technologies, 
to implement the definitions."

On the trail of accurate absolutes

Complete precision must agree

No time left to second guess

The measured metre perfectly

No cagey sham a perfect kilogram

The A for amperes proper charge

Thermodynamically for kelvin’s T

Amounts of substance moles at large

Resplendent bright intensity

Outside or inside in the cellar 

To measure best you’ll need cd

The light of which we call candela

Therefore second, metre, kilogram

Ampere, kelvin, mole

No matter where you need to see

The candela lights the whole

Wine About The Water

Hawksmoor wine mistake: How is any bottle worth £4,500?

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It seems a little odd to me

How too much money makes you daft

With a wish to lash out loads of it

On a common or garden draft

I will admit to drinking faucet fair

Priced at fractions of a penny

Side step bottled prices super high

No not me I don’t buy any

I realize that taste is paramount

If you’re rich no need to bitch

The more you are prepared to pay

Will guarantee the look is kitsch

Rarities make up the fewness

Driving prices up we know

Apart from that the game is naked

A rich man’s altogether throw

In the end the answer’s clear to see

Those reasons why the price is high

Keeping prices way beyond the reach

So poor men can’t afford to buy

Water, water everywhere costs too much to drink

Up for Grabs

They spoke at length of situations

That may or may not benefit

But attitudes left them at odds

Like where strangers meet and sit

Time pressed on without solutions

Leaving tethering’s too slack

Causing unforeseeable collisions

As if there could be no way back

At the risk of being something else

Which was quite another thing

Not wishing to be wealth endowed

Bound by what legacy will bring

In the end with all the points reviewed

Discrepancies completely clear

It was time to let the status quo

On each side be nowhere near

The Bury Me Vile Show

‘Everyone at ITV’s thoughts and sympathies 

are with the family and friends’

At last they’ve had to take it off

All the spite and spit and slanging

Just like history’s execution shows

Where ugly crowds attended hanging

Advertisers on a sales parade

Used disregarded underdogs

Whilst oglers barking accusations

At those who wallow stuck in bogs

“Look at them I can’t believe it”

In our ‘Laugh-out-loud’ ovations

Thankfully we’re not like them

With dismal loser inclinations

All those people whom society fails

Who can’t get past their rage

Who can’t relate their distressed lives

Displaying agony on stage

Shame on producers and presenters

Vast fortunes clearly made

On the backs of drowning failures

Without a hope to make the grade

Gezelligheid

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You might call it laziness

Idle wastefulness perhaps

Taking breaks just staring out

Shutting eyes enjoying naps

But me I’m of the thoughtful mind

In full control of being me

Not afraid of quietly sitting still

Allowing ingenuity

I never judge inventiveness

When immersed in rapt abstraction

For one good thought will travel far

Born out of simplified distraction

Contentment is my chosen quest

Allowing lots to sort themselves

Enjoy sudden bright surprises

Letting go of pointless delves