Me and that wise monkey
We’re sitting up a tree
He’s no run-of-the-mill monkey
So much cleverer than me
He can dance on a branch
I just skip around on the ground
He’s no run-of-the-mill monkey
So much cleverer than me
Me, I don’t like it when it rains
He just sits beneath a broad leaf
He’s no run-of-the-mill monkey
So much cleverer than me
Looking back in time
experiencing how slow
The changes occur
But what do we know
Is there an optimum
That highlights the show
Something enduring
That refuses to go
Perhaps they are stations
We cannot outgrow
Back there are they waiting
In memory row
Picture by Daniel Toal @danieltoalwild
Wildlife & Nature Photographer | Conservationist | Volunteer Warden for the Woodland Trust
October Mornings on a melancholy day
Sad farewell Feelings of moving on
Time has taken its upfront toll in advance
We let our summer songs disappear to gone
But there is new music arriving in harmony
It matches the blends of a rich evening glow
Giving reassurances to a new generation
Where the seeds of newness strive to grow
There, in the soft silence of a secret coppice
Lays the future of a luscious birth in waiting
To return life in all its glorious sweetness
A continuum without hesitating
Laughing hinted frequently
Approved expressions loud
A girth of mirth expunging
Like downpours from a cloud
Infectious in a happy crowd
Brings companionship as one
In one-for-all togetherness
Everybody having fun
Didn’t we ‘have a laugh’ last night
All together mad as hatters
Quaffing, slurping, swapping quips
And crying in our platters
Seeing areas all at once
Looking for a special route
Referring to a recent start
Judging speed of each commute
Planning ways to other means
Mental snapshots on the ground
Acknowledging best ways to go
Identifying places found
The map describing freedom
Where open minds engage
Tolerating points of view
With prospects on each page
Winter lands with rugged verve
Scratching icy fingers
Digging out deep remnants
Where summer living lingers
Autumn plays deceitful tricks
Painting glowing dying leaves
It makes extra room for icy voices
Among the winter gathered thieves
Winter nights bring winter tales
Curtained windows and thick shawls
As the wind flaps, taps and tatty raps
Howling through the echoed halls
Eleven billion little cells
Slotted in a busy row
Ringing little pesky bells
Of notions possible to know
Pointless interruption spikes
Disrupting all important things
A foam of senseless bubbles
Flying down on earthbound wings
Then at once I change my mind
Can I be in charge at all
When tracking vast activity
In my small, enormous hall
Suddenly I appreciate
The sheer simplicity
Another way
A brand-new route
A trail of eccentricity
Changing from the old rules
To forge ahead in oddity
Being more selective
To avoid commodity
Different is a lonely path
Tested by regret
Walking deep in otherness
Where too much novelty
Feels like threat
Serenely sitting gazing
Her silence captivated
A secret world well hidden
Which, to others fascinated
Her face, a mask, did not betray
A possibility or inkling
Nothing like an empty head exists
There is much more within a twinkling
Electric lights are holding sway
Intriguing visions mesmerising
Blocking sounds of questions
She remains uncompromising
Undecided mornings
Early Autumn variation
Leaves are waiting for
October gust remediation
Minds are being made up
Permit decisions in their wake
Things to do now must be done
Preserving Winters give and take
In a time of almost nearly
Words were whispered in a squall
Floating cloudlike temporarily
Suspended waiting for a fall
Silently they drifted down
To be scattered in the dust
Never bound within an almanac
No more in future times discussed
Preservation was implausible
Merely rumours passed on by
Held by some as brand-new myths
Where no one bothers asking why
Setting out to understand
The kind of you that came
No state of pre-existence
Yet you became your name
Cautiously, you came to be
One of many in disguise
And as that new grew into you
You were equally surprised
A winding tale unspecified
Barely hinting truths of you
Which of you will you be settled
On the changing face of you
Tycoons dominate with cash
Chasing growth abundant
Cutting costs by paying less
To employees made redundant
The money men voraciously
Have a grip on every penny
Trading on the sympathies
Of those who don’t have any
Paying people what they're worth
Is not the going rate
When expenses claims are spiralling
We can't let profit wait
Life is a constant dashing line
It is curved bent and distorted
A wild horse random galloping
To illogical rooms transported
With stops and starts in many parts
Back and forth to some returns
Laughing days and broken hearts
In a trance of drifting light
Straying out in space
Rootless in the rapid waves
In a current interlace
To not be caught in confines
Come and go at will
Rolling down and up again
Deep into the spill
All around continuing
For there is no other choice
No sounds of explanation
In the starlight astral voice
Out there in foreverness
Where the most unlimited wait
Unavailable to the everything
No time to count the date
Not part of sense or movement
Not a hurdle in the way
A widespread state of absence
Where there is no night or day
Neither peaceful nor disordered
Sleepless, never wide awake
Emptiness with no regard
Blankness weightlessness opaque
