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
A knockout show of fingernails
Spick-and-span displays
Colour signal semaphores
In digital arrays
Ten pin spliced adornments
Rolling bowling down the aisle
A thunderclap of striking rap
Polished to beguile
Points well-made directing
In cutting edged creative mode
Manicure demure in nail couture
Of presentation shade explode
Trains of thought are runaways
On multitudes of track
To halts and stations passing
Flitting there and back
Travellers getting on or off
Changing platforms when required
Thinking through another way
Before the ticket has expired
Picking up speed on a downhill run
Slowing on a steeper slant
Heading for a destination
Letting go of can or can’t
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Sitting by a conker tree
Surveying autumn fruits
Enclosed in spikey jackets
Bulging out of summer suits
Childish games of knocking nuts
Dangling from a string
Where the buckeye champions
To the conker contest bring
Polished seeds magnificent
A true delight in sheen
A stonking conker elevated
In a smash depleted scene
Offering no apologies
Although I feel a sorry sight
Regretfully my standpoint
Is below a doubtful light
I’m considering repentance
Contesting too much sorrow
Sheepishly I’d rather wait
For more forgiving times tomorrow
And in the colder light of sadness
Where misgivings might commence
I’ll steer the game to ride out blame
Declare appeal as next defence
When testing times are pressing
With no support for lame excuses
Reasoning is overwhelmed
The way that flustering induces
Soothing lyrics sing a slowdown song
To gentle melodies with strings
Yet underneath a turbulence
Shouting help for better things
Solutions found in challenges
Unearthed in places least expected
Overlooking plain simplicity
Leaving obvious rejected
Turning gold leafed pages
Appraising five decades
Bowing to experience
Marking time on life’s parades
On this year of celebration
So far away from early days
It is the best of taken steps
To where the good life plays
Discovering your future world
Makes the travelling worthwhile
From here on in you’ll capitalize
As you go each extra mile
Shipping out my cargo
Of clever phrases in a trunk
Wistfulness beyond belief
Not a one can I debunk
Rarely found together
Outside my bills of lading
A compilation of the great and good
Worthy of my highest grading
Packaged well for listening ears
Placed concisely in my mind
As I set sail with great impressions
To bestow on humankind
Dissertation’s themes and Idioms
Written well to take as read
Leaving promises alfresco
Fresh with clarity well said
When the narrative is flowing free
In prose assuredly comprehended
Short and simple adding to the point
Revealing outcomes recommended
Rule of thumb provides a benchmark
Protecting what was always meant
Avoiding language rigor mortis
In full agreement by consent
The Niggle Bloke with worry beads
And a sack of apprehensions
Stood woefully in misery
With assorted sad intentions
Touchy things to think about
Self-inflicted poor excuses
In states of blue confusions
That uneasy reproduces
Gyrating on a crazy carousel
To the squeal of groaning moans
Left frozen in unwillingness
As getting anywhere postpones
Burdens though not features
Are symptoms of a life in strife
Tightly wound like shackle string
Slackened by a well-honed knife
