Unanimity

 

Big Mother is Watching You!

The USA was taken to the brink
By rogues and mischief diehards

Claiming falsity of outcomes

Among their shameful disregards

 

“The vote was rigged against me”

The loser President declared

With aims to spark a civil war

The constitution left impaired

 

He tried to rig the vote himself

A conversation was recorded

To win the hearts of many lightweights

Of which a string of lies afforded

 

A nation once conceived in Liberty

Forging futures nevertheless 

To proudly build a national guild

From the Gettysburg Address

 

Asserting a birth of freedoms

In government for and by people

Creating laws and institutions

In towering truth beneath a steeple

 

When tyrants came a calling

Underrating law denied

Fools on mules rode tattered saddlebags

When finding new lives locked inside

 

Donald thought he had a trump card

All consequences he could duck

But Bills are Bills and must be paid

The loudest loser’s out of luck

 

Proverbs:

An honest witness does not deceive,

but a false witness pours out lies.

The mocker seeks wisdom and finds none,
but knowledge comes easily to the discerning.

Stay away from a fool,

for you will not find knowledge on their lips.

The wisdom of the prudent is to give thought to their ways,

but the folly of fools is deception.

 

Attention! Attention!

 

The Fuddy-Duddies of the Right
Complainers of excesses
Without a clue on what to do
A government run by twenty guesses

They say the problem’s youthfulness
A generation going barmy
“Let’s kick them into boot camp mode
And stick them in the army”

These adolescent ne’er-do-wells
Need a telling what to do
Look lively laddie’s jump to it
We’ll drill our good life into you

Workshop Shut

Back then when the many tasks 
Would be completed as required
By twiddle rummage fiddling
With methodology inspired

Often finding perfect pieces
Where hands and fingers scrabbled
Using tools of humble order
Where agile touch now dabbled

What a life on purpose lived
Fulfilling hearts desires
Making good by restoration
Many a Phoenix from the pyres

A Fairy Ferry

 

On a magic carpet

Where the comfort is sublime

Feeling genial and friendly

A super spell of cosy time

 

Hey presto and before your eyes

A daydream hovering by

Suspended in a wistful scene

In absentmindedness, you sigh 

 

The temptation irresistible

Letting hopeful trick the day

But, enchantment isn’t everything

If you wish your life away

 

 

Sign Writing

 

Sitting on a thoughtful chair

Where I can catch a breath

Of drifting views in passing

Before they fade away in death

 

These perfect pristine arrows

Launched from who knows where

Not always understood at once

These splendid raindrops in the air

 

I grab them without motive force

To shine again when needed most

To give the obvious a pride of place

As I become a line-filled host

 

 

Indicative

 

Hints occur to nudge ideas

Simply traces of detection 

Tendencies to briefly put

To jolt a view or recollection

 

Suggestions are informative

More knowledge is conveyed

Not necessarily right or wrong

Found in research or homemade

 

Then those nauseating innuendos 

Fault-finding spreading rumour 

Wickedly destructive jibes

Portraying spiteful humour

High in the Hairways

High street art displaying trends

Eyefood for the upbeat

Spicing lives where artists thrive

Outshines the sunlight’s streaks

 

Sculpting heads the Avant-garde 

Send a challenge to the staid

In celebration of a life to lead

Way out beyond the common grade

 

At the forefront of the world at large

Rewriting rules that celebrate

Speaking volumes in electric light

Where wake-up calls communicate

Written especially for Sharon the No.1 Ginger Kid

Post Inquiry Blues

 

Loitering or in the act

On grounds of crime potential

Harbouring malign intent

To commit the detrimental

 

Making plans for dispossession 

By underhanded means

Spiteful self-indulgence 

With one-sided intervenes

 

Led on by the well-informed

Who exercise with sleight of hand 

The magic trick of language slick

To bewilder on-demand

2nd Hand Thinking

 For those of us not looking
At things to see we miss

 

Taking steps to somewhere

Walking out from any place

Can turn out new directions

Quite challenging to trace

Inspired by the attached post by Ian McMillan 

C K Letts 21/05/24

Oh Drat!

 

The angry screams of vitriol

Will strain to make their case

When splitting hairs to win a spat

Embroidering sad disgrace

 

Financial crimes against the needy

Must encourage hue-and-cries

Though spitting blood reactions

Cover up what underlies

 

Frustration brings on mindlessness

Turning words into absurds

Triggering negative judgements

Leaving carrion for the birds

 

No Reply

 

In receipt of one-way letters

With no response allowed

One-sided affirmations made

Wrapped in a smothering shroud

 

Designed to keep all interface

Concise and tightly plugged

Ruling out all protestations

From the stifled and begrudged

 

These memos sent are so inclined

To take control of cases stated

Leaving instigators of complaints

Separated and deflated

 

The Sting

 

Narrow-waisted natty suit

Uninvited interjects

Hovering as bold as brass

All table manners disrespect

 

Anywhere you care to go

They’ve got there long before you

But found the ice is not so nice

Unlike penguins and the bears do

 

Though generally if not denied

When coming by they swing

Please don’t cuss or flap and fuss

They are the masters of the sting

Ruminating

 

Laying easy on a quiet day

Letting hours drift up like smoke

Not asking anything of my respite

Not finding reasons to provoke

 

Mulling mildly on my comfort

With no pressing needs or strain

Sometimes life can be like that

Little moments without pain

 

No need to make a rush of it

This kind of tranquil rarely calls

Like chewing cud in common ground

Well away from turbulent squalls

Rudyard Kipling - The Rivers Tale

TWENTY bridges from Tower to Kew -

Wanted to know what the River knew,

Twenty Bridges or twenty-two,

For they were young, and the Thames was old

And this is the tale that River told:-

 

"I walk my beat before London Town,

Five hours up and seven down.

Up I go till I end my run

At Tide-end-town, which is Teddington.

Down I come with the mud in my hands

And plaster it over the Maplin Sands.

But I'd have you know that these waters of mine

Were once a branch of the River Rhine,

When hundreds of miles to the East I went

And England was joined to the Continent.

 

"I remember the bat-winged lizard birds,

The Age of Ice and the Mammoth Herds,

And the giant tigers that stalked them down

Through Regent's Park into Camden Town.

And I remember like yesterday

The earliest Cockney who came my way,

When he pushed through the forest that lined the Strand,

With paint on his face and a club in his hand.

He was death to feather and fin and fur.

He trapped my beavers at Westminster.

He netted my salmon, he hunted my deer,

He killed my heron off Lambeth Pier.

He fought his neighbour with axes and swords,

Flint or bronze, at my upper fords,

While down at Greenwich, for slaves and tin,

The tall Phoenician ships stole in,

And North Sea war-boats, painted and gay,

Flashed like dragonflies, Erith way;

And Norseman and Negro and Gaul and Greek

Drank with the Britons in Barking Creek,

And life was gay, and the world was new,

And I was a mile across at Kew!

But the Roman came with a heavy hand,

And bridged and roaded and ruled the land,

And the Roman left and the Danes blew in -

And that's where your history books begin!"

 

Rudyard Kipling

Bring out the Pickles

 

From Burton on Trent to Bermondsey

A tastebud tickle commonsensical 

Our finest dine accessories 

Ploughman’s luncheon stereotypical

 

Summer wine or swilled with ale

Puts a rudder to your cheddar 

Adding verve this finest conserve

To crusty roll a premium spreader

 

Never ever serve a second-best

There is no near or hypothetical

To bring cheer to naked platters 

Bring out the Branston Pickle

 

 

Renaître

 

 

Down below the conscious level

Sinking slowly into sleep

Floating inside everywhere

Down into dusky steep

 

Faintness from a bodily form

Liquescent and diluted 

Lost and imperceptible 

Spatially convoluted

 

Fading into half-existence

Subsiding through dimensions

Reincarnation fast returning

Without question or contention

 

 

Keep It Short

 

To be apprised and well-advised

Discover what you need to know

Looking out for hidden things

Not down to earth on show

 

On the street to seek the low-down

And be among the counted few

Where nods winks and glassy clinks

Demand to know those secrets new

 

In between the whispered questions

Hush-hush enigmas never show

Detained by so long judgements

The shortest sentence utters NO!

"UM"

 

The ‘um’ is undeciding

A pregnant pause induced

Waiting for continuance 

Where meaning is deduced

 

Hanging in abeyance

Where hesitation rests awhile

Intuition may not help at all

In guessed impression style

 

For lapses lacking focus

Among delays in interludes

Implication makes its entrance

And successively intrudes

 

 

 

See Through Eyes

 

Pitching Runes and rolling dice

Shuffling tarot cards

As if a life unknown is known

Fortunes hinted with regards

 

A glass placed on an Ouija board

Anticipating spirit chatter

Golden rings on silken thread

Implied in spinning swinging scatter

 

Reading futures palm supposed

What has been and what will be

Groundless for the credulous

Who trusts in unbelievably

 

Distant Drums

 

Hostage in a frameless field

Cornered in the open air

No sign of jailer boundaries

No chance to be elsewhere

 

Perspectives vanish into vapour

Lacking references at hand

Splitting distances of travel lines

Mixing blends of sea and land

 

Evaporation making changes

To the falling inundation

A deluge inescapable

Affecting hostage perturbation