What happened to that restaurant
In its heyday booking packed
Filled with all the great and good
The way that in-crowds do attract
Menus top-notch ‘A La carte’
Precisely serving with decorum
A super scene nouvelle-cuisine
Esteemed among the quorums
Then suddenly somehow a change
New music carried other tastes
Hitting high notes and new flavours
To leave the 'last year do's' displaced
Feelings attitudes strange beliefs
Seem little more than speculation
Which minds invent continually
In spheres of wild imagination
Schemes in dreams may plot a route
Upon a splendid abstract plan
A countdown game of exploration
Aboard some flighty catamaran
Descending into super darkness
Planting satellites that bounce
Our surfing astral postcards
In words and symbols, we announce
Sending out our flavoured better sides
With invitations sent within
To any mighty being small enough
To meet in friendship on our pin
So there we are in self-importance
To lightyears far away incant
Yet we at home are lost for words
Speak nothing to the humble Ant
Free Thinking: Why go into space?
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Breathing deep into the woodland air
On wending trails of new creations
Waking shapes of new realities
Savouring sweet continuations
Busy tunes within the brushwood
Capture natural illustrations
Washed in fragrance tracing light airs
Crafting unique compilations
Drenched beneath the canopies
Shadowed light illuminations
Colours soaked in propositions
Replenish novel incantations
The Powerful who overcame
Many multitudes and hordes
Approving oily dilettantes
Who basked in gift accords
The greedy who get everything
Look down on lesser mortals
Who lack the grasping wherewithal
Accepting minor incidentals
Rabbi’s priests and ministers
Residing quietly on the fence
Tell tales of jam-tomorrow worlds
For hungry worship recompense
She struggled with the nagging
So much attention-seeking
Always going on and on
Interrupting her when speaking
In her world of interferences
Disagreeable interruptions
Her weary weakened foggy brain
Weeping from too much disruption
In a hook line sinker on the line
Cajoled by capturing her eyes
A screaming screen of low esteem
Drowning streams of sweet disguise
She never knew how lost she was
Though she never left her town
Amid the panic in her padded cell
When the internet went down
Money’s tight dear Mother said
You should be out there earning
Thirteen years old delivering coal
Keeping fireplaces burning
Shop deliveries, paper rounds
Evening Standard Evening News
Mother’s stash absorbed my cash
Left me penny-dreadful blues
Slowly surely, I stockpiled
Some funds for teenage fashion
Looking good as best I could
A hungry boy discovering passion
It may seem harsh on a kid to work at such a young age but I loved the work. It gave me a sense of purpose and self-belief.
Clutch money in a pocket
Wallet, purse, or fold
Hope your cash
Becomes a stash
Turn silver linings gold
IOUs are not transferable
Unless a government note
Trade is made
To iron grade
A virtual value underwrote
Money’s not for looking at
It does nothing on its own
To fritter it
Will rob you blind
As in Casinos often shown
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In the early morning Autumn calm
Feathers murmur in the grove
Anticipating travel plans
Wanderlust dictates their move
Electric compass set to go
The draw is luring to the sky
In good time the gathering
Gets ready set to fly
In a pattern swirling lift off
Gloriously they rise
Suspended in a ballet dance
Chasing stars within their eyes
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They’ve squeezed the final droplets
To hunt and scavenge final fruits
Like a destitute panhandler
Muddy grit and worn-out boots
The mighty coffers filled with echoes
A realm without a dime to spare
No easy having left to have
Along the rotting thoroughfare
Singing out a New Tomorrow song
In a pop-up breadline mall
Where the secondhanded passers-by
Speak weary stories long and tall
She met herself returning
From the place where she was going
Stepping left then stepping right
In a spin of toing and froing
Neither asked the obvious
Which left the answer in the air
Can one speak about the future
Is there anybody there
Had she been or did she go
If she went, would she come back
Is this another road less travelled
Plainly not the beaten track
Lonely is the bank account
Unbiassed numbers in the air
That may or may not work for me
Most often leaves me in despair
Even though I know what I would like
My Bank can’t work it out
No matter if I calmly try
I’m left to languish up the spout
Who makes these frequent questions
I’ve never found one for my task
Like a fairground spinning carrousel
There’s no such help as “simply ask”
“Don’t call us we do not talk”
Sums up our distant bank
Who makes money from our money
No more Mr Anyguy that long ago they shrank
Our lives are being restricted
We’ve lost control inside our head
As algorithms now predicting
What we think we want instead
We walk the trail of trepidation
Where we are with whom we meet
Followed by the hidden eyes and ears
Living lives not quite complete
Perhaps it doesn’t matter much
We feel content and know our place
As we face the fate imposed on us
The sad disposable human race
But that is not the all of it
Many changes will fight back
Thinkability of human brains
Brings independence back
Somebody heard
From a friend of a friend,
Something so daft
One can’t comprehend
A story, outrageous
Too hard to construe
No evidence at all
Unlikely it’s true
Yet time and again
The story moves on
With nothing at all
To base it upon
I’m inclined to believe
It’s all based on fear
Like the stories of ghosts
That never appear
Yet somebody told me
A respectable guy
Whom I always give weight
Though I can’t explain why
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Now you see it now you don’t
Performance smooth and slick
Diverting eyes for entertainment
Plain and simply it’s a trick
Amusement is a favoured choice
For those indulgent and enraptured
By the fool enacting supercool
Accumulating masses captured
They take your words and twist them
Then juggle them at speed
For the king is wearing empty bones
Declaring this is all you need
Incessantly expounding
With a captivating flourish
How the essence of exactitudes
Will captivate and nourish
Promoting bargain jarfuls
For the penny-wise investor
As market leaders trembled
At the failure of the tester
Keep an eye out for the charmer
Promoting remedies untried
With insufficient qualities
And pledges Self-implied
