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I note with keen alertness
The object now presented
As something quite incongruous
On second thoughts, demented
Is this scene somehow fictitious
An imposition during sleep
Or nothing more than light illusion
In rapid rivers running deep
Who is fooling who I ask
This exposition all a mess
Leaving me to face disorderly
But to never acquiesce
Years have faded, lives have changed,
Moving on, a constant trend.
Through early days, they journeyed,
Between what's lost and cannot mend
Present day, past memories surge,
Reveal the many prices paid,
Unpacking within those brief recalls,
A clearer history no longer staid
Iron will determination
Chosen with discretion
Making choices as a last resort
Hobson’s choice is my impression
There is no time for predetermined
With all these other things to do
I draw my own conclusions
To pointless lists of things to do
I don’t believe in predetermined
Taking new roads when and where
Forging on and single-minded
With assurance, I’ll get there
The day the world collapsed,
A new dawn, unseen, arose.
Light and shadow, now all that's left,
In windswept, rain-soaked clothes
Unseen, they crept into the sound,
Numbers, on a silent quest.
Their allure, a hidden wound,
A painless, subtle, deep unrest.
Clouds corralled to force control
Wrapped up in chains of data
Rejecting long-held access codes
Rewriting moves in automata
World War Four will happen behind our backs.
At last, it’s time for February
Say goodbye to the month of ache
A chilluary start of the year
That pursuit we’re glad to shake
We can rekindle our momentum
Progress to better things
Embrace the cheer of a new frontier
Where the vibrantly forward springs
Getting back our daylight hours
Planning trips and getaways
Taking chances with potential
On the fast and steadfast freeways
Searched within
The agonised brain
Page glaring
To distraction
For something apt
Attention rapt
When driven
By abstraction
Looking for
The relevance
Of relative rapport
When allusions
Cause confusions
Misunderstandings
We deplore
Our writing most
Commensurate
With meaning
That induced
Immediately
Translates a point
Appropriately Mot Juste
Beware the downright despot
With one-sided points of view
Asserting possibilities
Freshly pulled out of the blue
Sticking to weird reasoning
That appears around the nose
This inner man’s essential parts
Leave the dubious to suppose
Mother’s little soldier boy
A self-entitled superego
Who blindly missed the hit parade
In a short-lived phoney show
In mathematics or Biology
Where proof is well presented
Arguably, not up for grabs
Or even less to be augmented
Facts and figures proving honestly
Will define and make a theory
The hypothesis has now moved on
Not drearily, but clearly
Yet those not in agreement
Although lacking deeper thoughts
Entrenched in what they want to see
Aligned with nonsensical cohorts
Their determinants are shaky
Lacking generally in Knowhow
Happy in their littleness
With what feels right for them, somehow
To be frankly fair, I love to swear
In language use, most foul
In delight or deep frustration
I so enjoy the baying howl
Ever since a tottering toddler
My fussing, cussing baby talk
Picked up invectives generally
As I swore by playground walks
In bad language, I’m a purist
I never ever pseudo-swear
I’m not a duck so never cluck
Flipping tish, I couldn’t care
I hope you find if reading this
Much emitting of your airlocks
Need not cause shame when you exclaim
You’re talking so much, bollocks
A hungry word sat waiting
For writing recollection
Not appealing at the outset
Nor in the eye line of selection
Pleading in a dictionary
In a stream-of-word obsession
With many wise alternatives
And so, avoiding repetition
Not regular or popular
But yearning to be heard
A quiet yet persistent call
Within the writer stirred
In the shadows, it resides
Amongst the silent letters
Dreaming of a moment
When its usage makes things better
A saviour in the language
A gem yet to be found
The hungry word remains unseen
On uncharted ground
It waits for inspiration
A spark to light its way
To transform the mundane prose
Into something bright and gay
For in the heart of silence
There's a word that holds the key
To unlock the boundless realms
Of creativity
So let us heed the whisper
Of the hungry, waiting word
And give it life and meaning
In every line that's heard
What is truth, and what is life
Not easily portrayed
Often found in partial fragments
Temporarily conveyed
Reality looks to find its truth
In arduous explanations
Where a cold wind twists in disbelief
In fervent hope of divinations
Forever fooled in easy ecstasy
Blinding minds with mad intrigues
Holding hands for reinforcement
Whilst the demagogue intrigues
There’s something by the riverbank
With a suggestion moving by
I’m not expecting mail right now
Even pigeons don’t fly high
I can hear those grey wings flapping
Fighting franticly for lift
With such a lack of elevation
Not enough for a soar-away gift
How do you capture the crest of a wave
What sort of cage would you need
A mountain of weight behind a closed gate
Containing a world full of speed
How do you hold back the peak that you seek
What sort of poem would you write
A landslide of noise sliding rumbling down
Pulling blankets all over the night
How do you hold on to beautiful thoughts
What sort of turmoil would you match
A whirlwind of rain knocking hard at your door
Straining the nails on your latch
There are many words I struggle with
Like litigation convoluting
Where the snobbish and the haughty
Are cherished by the highfaluting
My vocabulary's a patchwork quilt,
A jumble of learned and crude.
I yearn for elegance, a perfect tilt,
But often stumble, misconstrued.
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Source1: https://sloanreview.mit.edu
Source2: https://edtechmagazine.com
Source3: https://www.capgemini.com
Source4: AI's impact on industries in 2025 Carrie Thorpe Vice President, strategic industries, cloud.google.com
A long-held human aspiration
It is to live in grace and favour
To be about and glory flout
Where orders given, never waiver
Revered by bread and buttered love
Golden chalices and platters
Where the shrine of silver service
Implements well-mannered matters
Leaders, Chieftains, Kings and Queens
Adored in, for their charisma
Reigned on high from lordly bastions
Like tainted venomous miasma
January hot or cold
Begins its gradual crawl
Like a newborn infant
Barely moving if at all
Hesitation and endurance
It drives our New Year’s mood
Suppressing happy appetites
For nothing but to brood
Thirty-one days of struggle
From all too recent overspends
Happy New Year! Hopeful flashes
As we pledge to make amends
Working for a living
is not always an ordeal
At least it brings some income
Whilst tempering your zeal
Education is a gateway
To allow consideration
One gains a broad experience
Enhancing innovation
Experience brings up other gifts
To unburden one-way choices
Allowing freedom from fixation
Facing up to other voices
He’d got a car for Christmas
He couldn’t wait to have a spin
Revving up outside our house
It created quite a din
In seconds he had taken off
Never looked behind
Road grit ticked our windows
In the fading distance whined
All alone with his adrenaline
In the moments of last minutes
He took the bend and flipped away
Outside the city limits
Sitting in among my aspects
Seeking where I could be found
Standing in a pub somewhere
Cogitating who’s next round
Springtime is still too far away
It’s not my favourite time of year
Or standing there indifferently
Planning nothing else but beer
Apologise, When taking early leave
Devoid of pangs of guilt
Drawing down my glass full
Returning to my quilt
Well, what a mess to start with
The shabby year of twenty-five
An ego-fest of bully brutes
Whose limitations can we thrive
It is the age of cruel dystopia
Where the lethal die is cast
The greedy grab of everything
In summary, gain has passed
Obliteration is a positive thing
To confound the slavering beasts
Who cast their nets salaciously
In a final fling of fatal feasts
