Thursday 25 July 2019

Democracy? (all my eye and Betty Martin)



Here we in our State of things
Preserved like pickles in a crock
Demanding that our open lid
Be tightly screwed up in a lock

No longer part of anything
In our soak surrounded brine
In charge of all our little things
Hoping all will turn out fine

Summertime infused excessively
Hot air everywhere we breathe
A silly season in a madhouse
Where all the inmates want to leave

Tuesday 23 July 2019

Cogito ergo sum



In this minor point of being me
A nowhere place too hard to find
Thinking things as I observe them
Without paying any mind

Not questioning the evidence
Beyond the visions in my eyes
As I struggle to interpret
So many meanings in disguise

Playing with all kinds of numbers
In other worlds where others swam
Not alone as part of consciousness
I sit and ponder who I am


Thursday 18 July 2019

Carpe Diem



Horace is a stand-up guy
A humour two-way-switch
Wizard of the turn of phrase
A slightly careworn missing stitch

He has a way with subterfuge
Performing 1stclass misdirection
Pulling rabbits out of boaters
Feigning kindly right intention 

He’ll tell you what you want to hear
Seize momentary bottom lines
Reassure the tearful fearful
That his sunlight brightly shines

In ballrooms of the great and good
Where the well-off sang along
To count the cost of what they lost
Not my fault screamed Horace Bronson

Monday 15 July 2019

Caught and Stranded



The trapper neatly set out traps
Much urgency required
Morning time would soon appear
Demanding many things desired

The market square with many stalls
Which must be opened on the dot
Displaying must have articles
Before the sunshine starts the rot

Dashing and collecting yields
From well disguised contraptions
That shook the living daylights out
Providing local food attractions

Heading off to make her day
Having skinned her finest prizes
A feast of meat plus pelts and hide
She would command the highest prices


Saturday 13 July 2019

Sanguine



I’m feeling buoyant in a cheerful way
With a jolly smile in tow
No sombre song or mournful tune
Today I’ll make a joyful show

I can’t be doing sadness
There's so much I can’t put right
So I’ll just take the jaunty view
On sunny sides to my delight

If only I could change the world
I would do it in a thrice
But there are those who peace oppose
Without a thought of being nice

There isn’t much we need to do
Just let go of castle keeps
Plenty much to share around
Allowing all, their goodnight sleeps

Friday 12 July 2019

Can I get change of a Tweet?

Twitter’s making changes
A whole new bag of sweets
For those who do or don’t have
Something stirring in their tweets

Some features are intriguing
For those who tweet at night
A ‘dark mode’ with a bookmark
Until the Twitter morning light

I hope it’s not too complex
Cos right now it’s rather good
Though a switch account facility 
Has me wandering in the wood

Wednesday 10 July 2019

Good Point



Staring at my fountain pen
In its state no longer gushing
Wondering if the nib is blocked
Or its reservoir needs flushing

I check it comprehensively
Strip it down and clean each part
Then reassemble and refill
Must try it out and make a start

I check its fluid cursive flair
A real 'real-writing' test
Taking note how stylish doodling
Leaves me wandered strayed digressed

Tuesday 9 July 2019

That'll Do It



In the corner is a rusty nail
Underneath the snips and awls
Remaining there unnoticed
Until that needy moment calls

Something sacrificial 
Which can be used as anything
To scrape and scratch and lever
Release the stuck and steadfast ring

When called upon it is invaluable
Something never taught at school
That implement to compliment
The finely crafted perfect tool


Monday 8 July 2019

Pore Wars

Some germs really matter


In the battle with invisibles
In the way we murder germs
Forgetting we are full of them
Misunderstanding clean up terms

So many ways our bodies are
Abundant planets full of life
Skinful highways of bacteria
Steadfast legions running rife

In or out above beneath 
We need to know what we must keep
These cooperatives our bastions 
That guard us from the compost heap



Friday 5 July 2019

July


July the month of hot dog days
Long sultry sleepless hours
Garden parkland gatherings
Summer tiptoed tulip flowers

With much to do and say in crowds
People dance in time in song
Cooling down in evenings gown
Making babies all night long

Everything seems possible
With July’s  Caesar salad dressing
Down and dirty in the atrium
A perfect roman fast food blessing

Thursday 4 July 2019

Eyes In The Dark



Travelling at the speed of dark
Which seemed to be in front of night
Though I looked to get there first
I was surrounded by the light

Light and dark run side by side
Arriving everywhere together
When light is there the dark is too
These partners can’t untether 

Where one absorbs the other shines
In such a way where nothing shatters
And one day when the light goes out
There will be only dark that matters


Wednesday 3 July 2019

The Hour of a Flower



Life is not her masquerade
Her game of costume drama
A special way to paint the day
Dressed in seamless panorama

She is the call of morning light
The daytime market square
Providing and receiving life
For her regulars who share

A temptress with a colour scheme
Rewarding visitors with treats
For passing on her game of life
Creating floral city streets