Sunday 31 October 2021

Rawky Days

brown leaves during day time

Time has twirled its autumn dance
Trading dark with early light
Nostalgic thoughts kaleidoscope
Spinning patterns into flight

Colours skip and pirouette
Dissolve then bursting back
Portraying how the summer skies
Were too bountiful to track

Cascading leaves collapse and weep
Assert their loss in distant airs
Symphonic strains play requiem
The Lord of winter now declares


Weird and wonderful words - Oxford Dictionaries

Rawky: foggy, damp, and cold

Saturday 30 October 2021

Downwardly Mobile

 



It was time for mobile upgrade
Our silicone vessels sagging
Behind the times in snappy apps
And picture selfie bragging

We requested contract upgrade
Greeted warmly at top speed
Attentively our dealer pledged
To cover every special need

Delivery was bang on time
Parceled pleasures wrapped within
Unpacked and feeling good to go
Fairground feelings in topspin

The I-phone that was my phone
Straightforward at first sight
Bells and whistles all in readiness
But my number wasn’t right

My other half with other phone
Had somehow got my number
So now we had to ditch the switch
Stir our phones from techno slumber

Calling up for more support
Fraught with much bewilderment
Left to languish phone on hold
Alone with rising discontent

Don’t ask me how it happened
And all the trouble it now took
The stress the mess I must confess
Would take up more than just a book

Travel plans were now essential 
We headed for the city centre
Face to face with human beings
Reduced the pain of our tormentor

They interfaced with cyberspace
Reconfigured crisp new chips
Reinstated numbers dedicated
No more Saga blips or trips

Friday 29 October 2021

First Light

Picture by Cody Chan Unsplash.com

In the tranquil daybreak

A peaceful space embraces

Ideas arriving not yet grasped

Wrapped in crystal cases


A gleaming light receiver

Finding likely first impressions

Shaking up a static memory

Giving way to new concessions


Flawlessly arrivals

interrupt a careless state

Insisting on continuing
Where time is no one’s place to wait

Thursday 28 October 2021

Lawdible Poem


Those dithering words
Up in the air 
Waiting to be picked
In howling rows
Should one suppose
Their meanings can be tricked
What uses can we find for them
Is order paramount
Maybe tie them to a rope
To wave them all about
Stringing words suggesting prose
Will promise more and more
If by order of their elegance
They use the letter of the law

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Centre Lane

 


Circles of life
At length we measure
Big ideals 
Simple pleasure
All-around
In work or leisure
Modest life
With time to treasure
Silent sounds
Let ideas fly
With clarity
The voiceless cry
To see at last
The sweet reply
In perfect pitch
A flawless song
Bonding hearts
That flow along
The placid line
Forever strong 

Wednesday 27 October 2021

My Baby Sleeps Soundly

 


Waking up ahead of time
With no chance to lie in peace
In the kitchen pencil dithering
With perfect words, I can't release

So I sit there with a steamy tea
No insight vision in my eye
Reading someone's Twitter feed
Which I scroll then pass on by

Well there I am alone somewhere
Not ever feeling lonely
For up there in our snuggle nest
Is my favourite one and only

To Pauline my little pack of wonderful

Tuesday 26 October 2021

Now Is the Time

gold skull decor

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The Midas men of mountain wealth

Overpowered by their need

Stuffed with stocks of plenty

Cannot satisfy their greed

 

Calls for more, beyond needs-must

Echo death knell’s clarion bell

As hedonists who squeeze and twist

To fill their fortress cupboard swell

 

On avenues where shadows shine

Where preferential seats reside

The favoured wait to be adorned

Ignoring talk of genocide

 

The ivory tower’s light brigade

Maintain their battle ranks

Charging into empty vacuums

Along the barren riverbanks

 

Bodies where the vanquished lie

Shriek loud in putrid earth

Wait for ocean deep invasions

To restore the scales of worth

Monday 25 October 2021

Last Monday in October



Monday curled around today
Looking backwards from the start
No sign of helpful anything
Nor playing any part
 
As Mondays go it’s hesitant
A stop-start time machine
Can’t be asked whenever tasked
To fathom or to glean
 
Monday when it’s like this
Without any point of view
It started so that in the end
There was so little else to do

Remember well that Monday is
Not the sum of all its hours
If one can struggle through to lunch
It's morning blues that one devours

Thursday 21 October 2021

Lost Voice of Liberty's Choice

 


In cultures full of data pockets
Partial notes on current pages
Momentary sparks in jiffies
Left where moving on engages

The time of day has passed away
Pleasantries no longer needed
Smiles are signs in messages
As face-to-face is superseded

Slipping ties of past belongings 
That gave us so much more to say
Finding ideas in a spellbound flash
Hidden blue skies in the grey

Come over to our evening in
We love to do this now and then 
Escaping media disruptions
With present company again

Monday 18 October 2021

Read All About It

 



Last night a poem spoke to me
I almost missed the start
Not a complicated piece
Some words I had to pull apart
It read to me like something strange
Though compelling nonetheless
Some notes I made were accurate
Some lines I had to second guess
I read it through at least three times
I added some new sections
Until I had rewritten it
To make it link to my connections
I shortened words made new expressions
Consulted works of great renown
As if I might add pedigree
To what I now had written down
At last I felt a justice served
By using ‘Timely Rhymes’ technique
And for anybody now intrigued
I just might publish it next week

Between Us Both


Who is myself I ask my ‘self’
In search of what is real
Do I have a kind of mind
More than everything I feel
 
In a super swirl of nervy waves
Dynamic mission gives me vision
A driving force of possibilities
On a lifespan expedition
 
Could be I’m a thought machine
A fleshy mass of wobble stuff
Clinging on to thinking on
Cracking on when things get rough
 
All my structures and appendages
Seem to illustrate my core
Playing in my guessing games
Of plans demanding more
 
In or out my words profess
To unexpectedly make sense
Not reading from a book or script
If not expanding I condense

 

Friday 15 October 2021

The Prize Writer

 



His doctor called it syndrome
Some sort of self-inflicted slur
That he should feel the words he wrote
Might not with other minds concur

Sweat spot note pads edgy curled
Scrubbed out lines that wouldn’t gel
Ignoring obvious catchy phrases
Like walking planks to pirate’s hell

Too loud that shout of doubt would scream
You need more passages with legs
Holding tight a reader ‘s bated breath
With eyes like chapel hat pegs

He let the plot build slowly sure
Like in a detail grinding blender
Until at last a masterpiece brought forth
Released him from the word 'Pretender'

based on: 
Are You Really an Author? How to Kill Imposter Syndrome by guest @SmartAuthors By Rachel Thompson | Blog

Thursday 14 October 2021

Just One Between Two

 



Romantic hearts one starlit night
On a gondola sharing cassata
She sang a sweet tune
he joined in her croon
Then later composed a cantata

A musical written for piano and flute
Violins hit a high note crescendo  
Flutters of love
In the air up above
Slowly drifting in cornet morendo

Genius Teases

 Bored Idea GIF by Daniela Sherer


Ideas will hover fleetingly

Best you grab them straight away

Write them down and save them

Avoiding memory lapse dismay


You notice them because they’re great

Astounding smooth and smart

Drifting swiftly off to other’s eyes

If you don’t have the heart


They don’t like treading water

Not keen on crossing lines

These pristine inspirations

Your dreaming radio combines

Sunday 10 October 2021

Small Change



 








Not always there when you need it

Small change can often provoke

Taking up space in your pocket

About as useful as a weary old joke

 

Some rake it some shake it or jingle

Small change that repetitive clatter

Sounding useful but short on performance

Contributes where things hardly matter

 

A Shapely Rhyme

abstract black and white GIF by Emma Darvick

I’ve put my pattern hat on

Thinking moulds and folds

Reshaping norms to other forms

Ecliptic intersecting nodes


Shapes mislaid cannot be played

I suggest it’s for the best

One can’t subtract from abstract

To leave a concrete concept flayed

  

Rhyme Bandit Too

person holding umbrella
Picture by Matteo Catanese 
Unsplash.com

Rhyme Bandit with a shifty pen
Unlikely scribbled rhymes 
On subjects arbitrarily
Not always with the times

That’s the way with rhymesters
Their rhyming words inject
Allowing lines to run along
To spot whatever they collect

Inspired today by rainfall
How the sun sits in the clouds
As plans right now take second place
I count umbrella crowds

My bus is due at twenty-past
So far no one in the line
A trickle tickles down my neck
As I stand there queue benign

Wednesday 6 October 2021

Roll Up

 



A rich imagination 
Living in a wealthy mind
What seems to be created
Is merely thinking realigned

Well-fed brains with past ideas
Reading other peoples work
Whip the action in your head
Be ringmaster of your cirque

As the acts play out their parts
Announce the order of your play
Lion tamers tumbling clowns
Tightrope walker’s brave display

Shoot the human cannonball
Into the flame of burning plots
In a canopy displaying stars
Letting insight join the dots

Taken by Storm

 



Last night we watched a riot
A garden-raging row
Unable to contain itself
Full of everything right now

Dusty ice was flying wild
A weather vane of violent spin
Whirlpool winds and crystal falls
Manic screaming twisted grin

Not a night for city doorways
Under cardboard covered rooms
Where streetlights wink that all is well
The sucking blizzard mouth consumes

Monday 4 October 2021

As a Rule of Thumb

 



In the centre of infinity
I take direction in my stride
My compass has no point of view 
I let the speed of light decide

As I sleepwalk through the cosmos
Unconcerned without a map
Avoiding black hole cul-de-sacs
Or lunar crescent time mishap

Surfing soundly on a microwave
With my attractive lines of force
On the trail of dust beginnings
I once left without remorse

Ready Steady Write

 


Writing down whatever comes
Is where I find my other sense
A place that isn’t somewhere else
Or necessarily immense

Lacking any conscious purpose
Turning meaning inside out
Letting all my paths and places cross
Within my patterns as they sprout

And then without a second thought
I read out loud and get bemused
Wonder why my map of thinking streets
Leaves me thoughtless and confused

In the end I find a brand new start
Although beginning isn’t winning
But neither is a sprint for words
That in my fertile rut need thinning

Bin It

 


No matter what you think of it
Trash is no one's laughing matter
But there are those who take the view
Spreading much more than a smatter

Masters of our street disorder
Scatter clutter everywhere
Jumble-dropping dumper louts
Tossing mess without a care

Not a thought for consequences
On the public they forsake
Defecating food and packaging
Feeding vermin in their wake

How good to hear the worm is turning
The litter-muggers need advice
Misplacing wrappings with their slop
Named and shamed they’ll pay the price

Friday 1 October 2021

This Way To No Return

 


Mayhem leaves Pandora’s box
Where confusion is perplexed
Pandemonium is wearing thin
Abundant disarray connects

Different laws control disorder
Revolution wheels spin free
The turmoil tap is steaming
Madness stirs a crazy tea

The rules of disobedience
Showing wilfulness outside
Hide inside recalcitrance
Predicting chaos not denied

Just One Between Two

 



Romantic hearts one starlit night
On a gondola sharing cassata
She sang a sweet tune
he joined in her croon
Then later composed a cantata

A musical written for piano and flute
Violins hit a high note crescendo  
Flutters of love
In the air up above
Slowly drifting in cornet morendo

Dissolved

 


Water soft and sensual
Healing cleansing resonating
Sinuous and curving
Yet unforgiving penetrating

Each watercourse forever probing
Quietly waiting for decay
To take a path of least resistance
To life sustained or drained away

Abundant in it’s everywhere
In waterways the great divide
Born to breathe we water weave
The plangent ice sings woe betide

Plumes from human inundation
Have made our skies a one-way door
A wall of pent-up energy
Call oceans north and south to war

Commanders of the tidal waves
With marching orders they proclaim
Send deluge forces on white horses
Their world of water will reclaim

Based on "The Chimes of Freedom" Bob Dylan

"Through the city's melted furnace, 
unexpectedly we watched
With faces hidden 
as the walls were tightening
As the echo of the wedding bells 
before the blowin' rain
Dissolved into the bells of the lightning"