Finalities avowing
Plead eyes to read with care
Fixating on the in-betweens
Where directives will compare
There’ll be no further changes
No edits or amends
Plain English for the easy read
Overruling all extends
These then are the conditions
Where requests are better served
Clear of thought and sound of mind
If all legalities are observed
The Snail and the Tortoise
Whilst having a chat
About hustle, bustle and speed
At the end of an hour
The clock in the tower
Struck more than two they agreed
The Tortoise observed
Similarities of dress
Both in their favourite suits
How smart we two are for a walk in the park
Neither of us needs leather boots
To wake up although half asleep
Letting crazy nights hangover
After acting up a frenzy
Persistent overdone spillover
After-party morning trials
Excesses curled on rancid plates
A couple of surplus buddies
Neither in their helpful states
Making steaming bevvies
Surveying silently at chaos
Last night’s sophistication
Has now descended into pathos
Early days from years ago
So much seemed unclear
Time to burn a lot learn
Below the surface of veneer
To be the stranger uninvited
Amid the nosey prods and pokes
Tasting salty water
From the spitefulness of jokes
Hatching strong survival plans
Wiping old slates clean
Travelling to other worlds
Superior fly-by-night's routine
A made-to-measure article
Tailored to be read
With finely crafted rulings
In appearances widespread
Adapted for a broad appeal
Cutting fashion with a dash
Minimising question marks
Avoiding quarrels over cash
Briefs at best must be displayed
With persuasive dynamism
Sidestepping drafts in paragraphs
Without promoting cataclysm
At the confluence of influence
Lies the weight of indecision
Where the hesitant predicament
Casts a shadow on precision
One way or the other choice
Maybe at best a blind deduction
When guessing is no choice at all
Being driven by compunction
With the weight of hitherto at-large
One must wrestle with a hunch
Where even hunch is past infected
When consequences come to crunch
Two-way streets
And tidal flows
Advances
And retreats
One step forward
One step back
Winning equalled
By defeats
The going and
The coming back
Frustrates the leaving
Or returning
As getting there
To then departing
Turns disinterest
Into yearning
Cliché for the pregnant pause
Share a phrase of expectation
A conversation handshake
Irrelevant affectation
So on so forth and so on
Thereupon on top of that
Blah-de-blah etcetera
Fill in phrases off the bat
That’s the way of spoken habit
Once a conversation pun
A farewell sign of end benign
When all is said and done
The timely break
A change to make
Off to somewhere new
Breathing in a different air
Tea and cake for two
Travels feeding
Tired minds
Stirring other modes
Experiencing the differences
Released from overloads
Seeing how the others do
With differences to share
Returning to the homestead
To see if we’re still there
It’s enough to drive one bonkers
Distracted to extremes
Frustrated and beside oneself
Descending into screams
When visited by disquiet
Tingling nerves down to the toes
At the height of irritation
whereon exasperation grows
Quite enough to make one twizzle
Stamp down on paving slabs
By then you’ll be confessing to
The widespread screaming habdabs
Shifting hands and digits
Deducing from the signs
Recognising how directly
Reiteration realigns
Segmented pulses one-to-one
Automatic by the rule
Finds manufactured accuracy
Much more effective with a jewel
Moving parts eroding
As endurance wears away
Symptomatic of the movement
With far too much to say
It is the way without a map
To arrive at strangest places
Without supportive guidance
Missing well-known faces
Stay calm inside the unknown
Only speak when spoken to
Impostor syndrome taking hold
Holding back on being you
Trading speech to gain respect
Proffering early courses
Proving other points of view
Bring strength that reinforces
Super shapes
on painted capes
Raising up
the setting sun
Overcoming
underwhelms
Many pointless
battles won
Not much-doing
whispers brewing
Something never said
What was it?
That was lost for good
Swapped by
silent sight instead
Once a bold
assertion relevant
To be admired
in morbid stews
Barely visible on
the skin-tight scene
When looking back
on old tattoos
Our universe of everything
Filled richly with ‘the goods’
Harmoniously yet meddling
Not simply understood
Eventually through consciousness
Some seeking human minds perceive
How there is more than merely being
Than proof and truth conceive
Why is it that we’re here at all
A mini mix of specks and slices
Cooperating chemicals
Rubik’s Cubes of lusts and vices
There is no doubt that reasons
Makeup much collectively
Someday culminate in genius
On how existence came to be
Full of weirdly odd at best
He had a thing about the strange
He thought he had a missing link
Which could bring about a change
For hours and days slow-cooking
Where he condensed his concentrate
Machinating with no end in sight
A struggling bout to conjugate
All along the taunting Fimmel
Was playing lightweight with ideas
Preposterous and obstreperous
To be drowned in floods of tears
There are rumours circulating
How lunar ticks are passing time
Our satellite best seen at night
Needs an altered moonclock chime
To keep an eye on moonments
As understood down here on earth
One Earth hour lacks staying power
Times one point three true worth
It’s all about the slow Moon axis
And rotation explanation
This means Moontime days are longer
Causing timed procrastination
Watches clocks and sundials
Must be read by extra numbers
No more geometric dreams
During moonlight slumbers
"The Sunday Morning Herald
Washington: The White House directed NASA to establish a unified standard of time for the moon and other celestial bodies, as the United States aims to set international norms in space amid a growing lunar race among nations and private companies.
The head of the White House Office of Science and Technology Policy, according to a memo seen by Reuters, instructed the space agency to work with other parts of the US government to devise a plan by the end of 2026 for setting what it called a Coordinated Lunar Time (LTC).'"
When sitting on the boundaries
On the fringes of pretence
No chance of any prospects
Apart from moving off the fence
Confined to wait uncertainly
For development of this field
When being on the lookout
To catch the scent of harvest yield
Restricted by the steps not taken
Defining where to go from here
Considering new parameters
Can make escape from scope severe
Sitting on the worry rug
All a pensive shiver
High on brooding ponder
Steeped in excess quiver
Tension trepidation fear
Smothered by the jitters
A rattling string of worry beads
Twitchy quivering transmitters
Calm down signals getting in
Collywobbles in retreat
Still the baffling shake attack
Leaves recovery incomplete
Toasty tasty bitter-sweet
Spreads the perfect morning
Temptations of the Tang attack
No need of early warning
Zesty rinds it gels and binds
Extricates one’s languor
Feasts the idle morning wings
Out of the breakfast hanger
Joyously most orangey
Each tip of the tongue speaks out
Will wake the dead, revive the head
A juicy feast to spout
Today though uneventful
In a mediocre way
In line with laws of averages
A menial game to play
Nothing to write home about
Turning humdrum over slow
Being shallow in the mainstream
Restricted by an average show
Common or garden patios
Stand-alone outside the square
Routine my standard bearer
On my homespun easy chair
Moving through the midnight door
With the warmth of expectation
Gliding in with streetlight eyes
Pursues an open invitation
Closing eyes on filmic fractions
Flickering shutters flashing lights
Playing parts in other lands
Imagined scripts that overwrite
Spiral into second thoughts
No easy way to disengage
Giving in to float on misty air
Turning one more leafless page
March is signing off today
Sending winter on its way
Daffodils are blooming
Letting Daisy out to play
The spring is bouncing nicely
To that April brazen beat
Beware the foolish lie in wait
From the trickster’s indiscreet
April rains in clouds affray
Changing skies most frightening
One-minute clothes are dancing dry
As flying kites are struck by lightning
Watching invisible objects
Too dark to read inside
Adjacent to the light we see
Humbling universal hide
We can’t fill in these matter blanks
They are already overtaken
We know not what the matter is
But the darkest excitation
If whenever we fathom it
By knowing all there is to know
There’ll be nothing left for us to do
The final curtain of our show
When infinite has ceased to be
In the vastness spread beyond
No memories or artefacts
Or invitations to respond
Vision views or revelations
like never happened or recalled
Tests the boundaries of meaningless
When progression finally stalled
There will be no bangs or burning
Where no consciousness exists
No explanations sought or given
As pre-existed is dismissed
Tomfooleries and carry-ons
Mischiefs pranks and tricks
Deviltries and devilries
Pick and poking sticks
Enough to drive one round the bend
Hubbub turmoil in commotion
Scream profanity Seek sanity
Reclusive life in deep devotion
If troubles aren’t enough to bear
When strung out on reckless lines
Looping whooping ballyhooing
Brings out wicked monkeyshines
A group of speakers often meet
Speaking freely of things found
A sort of idle gossip chain
Where they frequently expound
Cogitating rumours overheard
Sniffing smoke from dying fires
Talking facts to check out later
Where the death of truth expires
Excited by the latest legends
Blazing nostrils flared high-hat
Going on beyond the empty pail
Endless chewing on the fat
Without a doubt when going out
Shoes will tell a tale of you
Not just attire of costume wear
Or the result of hitherto
Shoes akin to works of art
From the bedrocks of creation
Protecting soles whose walking roles
Expressed the footprints of a nation
Every shoe a walk of special choice
More than a mitt protecting feet
A comforting companion
Meander avenues or walk the street
Climbing hills on rough terrain
Success depends on shoe design
Festivities accordingly
Where fitting in one must align
Sunlight laundry gliding
Dancing brightly under sky
Restoring bedding lushness
Crisp and blue-sky dry
Deodorised and vineyard sere
Cupboard customised
Refreshed in timely readiness
For sleep sensationalised
Bedroom reverie aided
Serving value from a star
Taking journeys into moonlight
On a palette of Renoir
A noted fashionista
Of cutting-edge acclaim
A 'must have' of way-out beyond
In dressing rooms of fame
A toast to dashing debonair
Swanky chic precursor
Instigator of the mode technique
Inside out or vice versa
Living temporarily
In 'passing by parade'
Hanging on then letting go
Rules adhered or disobeyed
Turning up to be accepted
Then rejected or denied
Ignoring limitations
For circumstances yet untried
Confused by other cultures
Manufactured or home made
Keeping up with strange directions
Passing through in masquerade
Neighbours called by chance today
Caught me out in my pyjamas
There with my blank pages
And no sign of pending dramas
They’d found me in the medium
Of my daily writing trials
With no evidence of progress
Or any storyline compiles
Empty desk and fountain pen
Plus, a plate of breakfast crumbs
Spoke loudly of endeavours
To the beat of finger drums
The sun arrived on time today
In the middle of the air
Strong enough for serving life
Should one need a friendly share
Moving cold to other places
Letting light shine on the lost
Allowing patterns to be clearly seen
Duty free at less than cost
Local plants will whisper news
How everything agrees
Departing rainy wind and icicles
Release the early birds and bees
In a time of stretching trickery
Finding truth too slight to mention
The written or the spoken words
Bound up in mock invention
A story is just one more tale
With a realistic bending
Written down from made up facets
Creative chronicles upending
Inhabiting a novel world
Where every utterance is fiction
Bibles of conspiracy rule
Overstuffed with contradiction
Telling tales is our default
Betrayals nothing new
Treachery the way of change
Running rampant points of view
Depending on your standing
To tell a shameless lie
To mitigate you propagate
Allowing truth to pass you by
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Trapped inside an atmosphere
In a swirl of heavy air
Powerless to move around
Lacking ambience to share
Close proximity to airlessness
Stifled by a trancelike weight
Barely moving with vibrations
Reduced to sweeping multistate
Waiting silently with vagaries
Maybe the climate will improve
Stimulating bright solutions
Steering on a vinyl groove
Fresh air by the lungful
A tranquil gulp consumed
Avoiding dead and dusty
Reloaded stimuli exhumed
Moving stale from in to out
A swap from old to new
Webs of dust balls flicked away
Clear the air with morning dew
Turbulence and hurly-burly
Ring out a lively change
Bursting with replenishment
A breath of life exchange
