Saturday 30 November 2019

On The Last Day of November


Saturday sitting by my steaming cup
Letting my mind drift free
Enjoying the morning freshness
Downing my first of three

It’s good when Saturdays like this
Allow the time to pass by me
No fuss no rush at my own pace
Quiet movements by degree

On icy morning Saturdays
Patterned window art debris
Begins to trickle and evaporate
With aftertaste of my last tea 





Friday 29 November 2019

Seven Deadly Rhymes



So proud of what they are for sure
Riding high and looking smug
Out in front and overbearing
As stragglers struggle chug and lug

Collecting grand essentials
For a stash down in the crypt
On the lookout for that one more thing
Ensuring fortunes tightly gripped

They hanker for the brightest lights
Crave domination’s grand desire
Bestowed with mighty accolades 
The one and only they admire

That’s not for you it doesn’t suit
Look at us we’ll show you how
Our sense of style and fashion guile
Tell us you lack that sense of wow

Is that the best that you can do
Is that all you aim to give me
A paltry plate of which you make us wait
We need much more you will agree

Can’t you see how much you madden us
Never do what you are told
We’ll return you to that nasty place
For daring ever to be bold

All in all no need for us to rush
We take our time as we demure
Our measured pace will interlace
And let the desperate endure

Thursday 28 November 2019

Everything Must Go



How glad we are to be here
Making sense on where we stand
Forcing permanence on transience
We strain to gain the upper hand

In-spite of all things failing
Meeting entropy’s demand
We can enjoy the little time we have
Before we disappear as planned

Right now there is much energy
Hot to trot along one feels
Until the steam becomes a stream
Wrapped in the solid freeze ideal


Tuesday 26 November 2019

I’m In Bits

Billions of cells continually replace and yet?


Me and my collective
Many trillions of cells
Working well at being who I am
Ringing all my selfish bells

Thankfully I do not need
To do a headcount on who’s there
As I take myself for granted
Accepting all within my share

Fifty billion new ones
Inducted every new-born day
Keeps my state of me updated
Instructed on our parts to play

So who I find myself to be
All my benchmarks hold the line
Every seven years I’m all renewed
How do they know they’re mine

Sunday 24 November 2019

Ask Yourself Who Cares?




Study hard to work long hours
You are the stock of modern slaves
Be grateful for the little things
Aim for free will serfdom craves

You are a tiny cog in life’s machine
With rationed back-ups should you fail
Your opinion may be all you have
To help your future world prevail

It is the way of things for those on top
To pay no heed to those below
Not see the need nor hear them plead
Leave them no place else to go

The time for change has passed you by
Those iron pledges rusted tat
Just one more chance to think again
To scrape suppression off your mat


Saturday 23 November 2019

Climate Changing Blues



Weather here is wet right through
Incessantly it falls
We’d like to hang our washing out
We’re running out of smalls

The local folk are looking glum
Puddle tramping to and fro
Heading back to indoor spaces
Because there’s nowhere else to go

Far too much of sad about
Although we know it could be worse
But speaking as we find ourselves
Too much temptation goads reverse



Friday 22 November 2019

Ineluctable Stuff




It seems there's too much stuff about
Too much stuff we're stuff amused
Adding stuff we're sure we need
The stuff of which is hardly used

The stuff of dreams builds our desire
We fantasise all kinds of stuff
Finding stuff that speaks of us
We just can't seem to get enough

Our lives are bubbling full of stuff
We have a fondness for collecting
Parasympathetic overload
All kinds of stuff we seek connecting

Gadget stuff along with dressy stuff
Myriads of stuff about
Stuffed with fleeting satisfaction
Too much stuff to do without


Wednesday 20 November 2019

Death Throes UK

The bones of British politics

Shame on politicians
Who blithely blather chaff
Circumventing every question
As they wallow in the naff

The game is up for honesty
As the ‘grinning lie’ abounds
Inuendo snide crescendo 
On the doorstep void of grounds

Whatever your persuasion is
One needs to use an open mind
Which politician has validity
We truly need the valid kind

What went wrong with statesmanship
We now have scallywags galore
Prepared to fiddle scam and cheat
Circumnavigate the law



Sunday 17 November 2019

Quantamania


Reflecting on reality 
And what I really see
observing stuff entangled
Not the same to you or me

The macro tries to be it
But the micro plays a game
Spinning coins with outcomes
Where neither answer is the same

What about my place in time
How many places can there be
Universes multiverses
Nothing here that proves I’m me

Quantum physics: our study suggests objective reality doesn’t exist




Saturday 16 November 2019

Jiggery-pokery

This is now our only hope


Too much sly duplicity
Those ballot boxing stunts
Sweeping up and pressing flesh
But the truth no one confronts

Expecting all to take it in
The party line of bland repeats
One by one they dish it out
Like bags of sickly sweets

Boring toothless sound bites
Finger crossing guarantees
Where on future ‘past reminders’
They somersault off their trapeze

They say democracy has had its day
Though it died some years ago
When all the money disappeared
Now just a Fools-Gold’s glitter show

Who knows if it’s gone for good
Too many voters dump their votes
As a consequence all common sense
Lies drowned in sunken boats





Thursday 14 November 2019

Collaboration Rhyme




I sometimes write in trash-bin style
A bunch of throwaway lines
Reflections on what comes to mind
Where the good and bad combines

I try to think of new ideas
First-hand Rhymes not done before
Using second-hand words related
The like of which I could write more

I’m sure it would be helpful
If I could write in two-way spree
In forms of unheard music phrases
Written in a throw away key


Wednesday 13 November 2019

Me and Thee



I think therefore I am
Hence I’m certain I exist
Pleased at least that I am me
With all my parts that I consist

So as I sit here pondering
At least my here is guaranteed
By those of my imaginings
Who may be real or my mislead

If all others in my mind made up
Moving pictures in my scene
Then something else beyond my scope
Is dictating my machine

Then if when doubting who you are
It must prove that you can think
And prove at least that you exist
Along with me you share a link

Saturday 9 November 2019

Drama King



Niall Pintac meaningful
A playwrite of renown
Pointed plots in character lots
Won him the cap and gown

People came from far and wide
Bought tickets in advance
Avoiding tension in the queue
Not leaving seats to chance

This champion of the written page
A warrior looking back
In a nutshell he was so intense
Niall Pintac with the knack

Thursday 7 November 2019

Inexcusable

Rocks and Hard Places


Greasy palms who have no qualms
In amending certain facts
Shifting blame to keep their name
From falling through the cracks

Beguile with style and legalese 
Show contempt for fair and square
Baffle, muddle and befuddle
Confusing fact with language flair

Change has got the best of them
Hemmed by their own design
Caught between two crushing evils
Professing everything is fine

Sunday 3 November 2019

A Petition Condition



Happily the appellee 
On the verdict did agree
For the outcome now adjusted
Assured release a guarantee

No longer she a detainee
Though not easy to foresee
Uncovered lies in truths disguise
Required much detailed conferee

When finally the referee
Saw through the smears deceitfully
Gave reparation compensation
For freedom’s spree and revelry


Saturday 2 November 2019

In Passing

Peter John Letts
20th January 1951 - 24th September 2019

Will someone switch my light tonight
I’m tired and I must sleep
Today has been a weary walk
This day is done no need to keep
They say rainy weather on its way
I think I’ll tuck in soon
Peace and quiet is my friend tonight
Wrapped up in my cocoon
All my journeys now behind me
Time to close my tired eyes
A holiday looks good right now
That favourite place without goodbyes