Quantum Panorama

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I’m firming up my quantum state

Where Neural Networks shake and stir

Broadcasting speedy messages

Where universal coils occur

 

Talking to my future self 

Changing aspects not by chance

Getting answers to my everything

In overlaying quantum dance

 

I’m ploughing up the quantum field

Writing articles on particles

Transforming my reality

Stripping radicals from barnacles

My Consciousness is out there

making house calls where it can

Conversations back and forth

A blown-up squall of Harmattan 

Once Upon a Blue Moon

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Be happy, little moon up there

Look forward to New Year

For New Year’s Eve, a special date

Will dry away your lonely tear

 

December there’ll be two of you

No need to wait all alone

No need to scroll down lonely hearts

When you’ll have a love of your own

 

So cheer up, little moon on high

The spells are favouring you

Your golden days in wintertime

Will dance away your blue

 

Reader's Digest Quote:

"Believe it or not, the phrase “blue moon” predates the modern astronomy definition. Back in 1528, an English satire used “the mone is belewe” to describe something absurd, like saying the moon was made of cheese. For centuries, “once in a blue moon” basically meant something that would never happen.

Then in 1883, the impossible suddenly looked a lot more possible. Indonesia’s Krakatoa volcano erupted, sending ash high into Earth’s atmosphere. According to NASA, the particles scattered red light and created reports of blue-green moons for years afterwards. So while most blue moons are blue in name only, the moon really can look blue under rare atmospheric conditions."

https://www.rd.com/article/once-in-a-blue-moon-origin/

Clichés To Go

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On Clichés we must share the guilt

When citing trite or bland quotations

Giving wisdom without thinking

Proposing worthless intimations

 

Cliché cliques where pointless speaks

Obstruct the flow of rational stream

A cul-de-sac of holding back

Where judgment can’t redeem

 

Reins of clichés stifle bites

With worn-out spurs and saddles

Drenching progress in a stagnant mire

Viscous slop against our paddles

 

 

A note from me: :-)

 I have often been asked to explain the reasons behind my blog of random rhymes.  Fair enough I say; it’s not complicated. I was drawn to rhymes as a young child whilst I was learning to read. During the 1950’s along with all the symbols and codes of letters, words and numbers introduced by and memorised at school, I discovered Rupert Bear comics. The stories were written in rhyming couplets and I became hooked. I have often compiled little ditties for friends and friends’ requests. 

 

The idea of blogging was first suggested to me in the late 1990’s by a stranger on a train and I had no idea what blogging was. Though as an ardent word processor user, I began to compile and save rhyme ideas as they visited during a reverie or a daydream. 

 

So my blog is precisely a collection of spontaneous ideas mainly unconnected apart from the ‘Tea ones’ which were born from a visit to a café in Yorkshire, England called Mad Hatter Tea Café around 2013 and from Twitter/Bluesky postings with Ian Macmillan of BBC Radio 4 FM The Verb. 

 

I have now written over 2000 posts as published on my blog, with visits now exceeding 3 million. I don’t know why my blog seems so popular, but actually I’m delighted anyway. 

 

Am I a poet? No, I don’t think so; I prefer to think of myself as ‘The Rhyme Ranger’ or ‘Rhyme Bandit’. 

 

Finally, I was born in Lambeth, London England in 1949 and brought up as a Roman Catholic, though nowadays I’m a full-blown atheist.

 

If you are still with me, why not check out my favourite rhyme: 

 

https://lyriclines-lettsy.blogspot.com/2015/05/tales-from-teapot-spout-part-one.html

 

Thanks for stopping by Cliff Letts 

Briella

Briella, a name like a gentle song,
Whose melody lingers, soft and strong.
A tapestry woven with grace and light,
Dancing like dawn in the quiet night.

Briella, a delicate whisper of charm,
With warmth that wraps like a soothing balm.
A spark of joy, a radiant flame,
Timelessly shining, telling her name

A name that blends in dreams and skies,
With laughter bright in sparkling eyes.
Gentle Briella, both tender and bold,
A story of wonder forever told.

A toast to that name, a beautiful spell,
Delightful Briella interlaces so well

Briella, un nombre como una dulce canción, cuyo eco perdura, suave y lleno de emoción. Un tapiz tejido con gracia y claridad, que danza como el alba en la noche en quietud. Briella, un delicado susurro de encanto, con un calor que envuelve como un bálsamo grato. Una chispa de alegría, una llama radiante, brillando por siempre, contando quién es. Un nombre que se entrelaza con sueños y cielos, con risas brillantes en ojos centelleantes. Dulce Briella, tierna y valiente a la vez, una historia de asombro que siempre se contará. Brindemos por ese nombre, un hechizo hermoso, la encantadora Briella se entreteje con gracia.

It Is Written

 

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Obsession takes the high ground

Scratching fingers in the dust

No mercy for the other side

Who lost belief in trust

 

Money mountains steeped in gold

Crazy get-ups crash the flame

Explanations soaked in blather

In the most serious ruinous game

 

All positions given over

To the sanctioned vulgar stance

Where what is said has ‘fingers crossed’

In a tawdry paltry dance

A Bit Radical

A bon vivant in deepest Kent

Making plans for his companions

Compiling stores should shortage wars

Create a crunch on pickled onions

 

Selected stocks of spams and jams

Baked beans and tinned spaghetti

Potatoes, oyster mushrooms

Sprats and mackerel from the jetty

 

A cellar stacked with jars of brine 
And biscuits in a caddy 

With powdered soup and loo rolls too 

To keep the household happy

 

He checks the tins by candlelight

And labels every jug 

While dreaming that, when times get tight, 

He’ll have no shopping bags to lug

BBC Radio 4 FM Programme - Radical

Radical

Disaster Prepping: Should We All Stock Up? (Mike Chappell, prepper)

 

A Slant on a Yucca Plant

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She passed too close to a Yucca Plant

A menacing state of affairs

Terrible tendrils, sharp and strong

Where angles scattered ensnares

 

To be assaulted by those dagger leaves

Incising slicing deep

A wide-awake reaction squeal

Gave a chill to the evening’s creep

 

Apart from the pain and emerging bump

We kept a vigilant watch

For the toxic state of aftereffects

Any sign of a venomous swatch

 

But all turned out to our relief

No medical tragedy

Though a lesson learned emphatically

From the Yucca wounding malady

 

 

Vaguely a Rhyme

 

 

Letters from the inner mind

Keeping up with time

Looking for the rhyming link 

To complement my rhyme

 

Searching words with meaning

Giving answers off the cuff

Where odd arrays for ending ways

Bring situational rebuff

 

But then again, on second thoughts

When history is rewritten

Nothing like the way things were

And no chance of exposition

 

 

Ceasare (Peskera) Las Cucharas

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Unforgettable memories enjoyed, 

Immersed in shoreline’s song; 

As expectations fill the air, 

Contented hearts are swept along.

 

Where deep and loving people share 

Summer evenings will proclaim

Tranquil places warm and fair

Enfolded in Peskera’s flame

Where’s my bag

 

Shopping time in town on Tuesdays

Selecting odds and ends

One of those nothing-doing days

The best that boredom comprehends

 

A dragging time continuance

Too much of muchness permeates

To the muffled tone of quietude

Where language fails to infiltrate

 

Though walking walks in town on Tuesdays

Where wasted efforts speak forlorn

Forsaken by the rain-drenched crowds

Who in disbelief look back with scorn

 

 

Who Me?

 

Who do you think you are

Is it preposterous to ask

We all must think we are something 

Our principal character task

 

Introduction waiting eagerly

We turn up with much intention

A language-free conception

Such a subtle intervention

 

Silent contracts entered into

Let expectations set the tone

May saturate the arguments

Ending up resentment-prone

The Opinion

 

 

State a case with point of view

Based on validated facts

Side-step snippets unsupported

Where naïveté is sacked

 

Passive listening with laziness

May leave you cloaked in make-believe

Open to manipulation

Where cruel conspiracies deceive

 

Opinion is, if left alone, 

Be subject to many changes

To go along or right a wrong

Where retrospective rearranges

 

Portals

 

A fly sat sideways, pondering

Considering the air

How suddenly its fly path

Had turned the way into nowhere

 

The air had lost amenity 

Solidified congealed

Its vision argued clarity

Though continuance now concealed 

 

It wasn’t on the ceiling board

Nor floor it did declare

Yet sight shrieked invitations

To move on easily over there

 

 

Topsy-Turvy

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Please don’t tell me 'what'

For I much prefer a 'why'

In understanding wherefore

Living under an uncertain sky

 

When dreaming up new answers

One does nothing else but try

Uncovering other ways to see

To not disparage or decry

 

Catching universal thoughts

Forever fluttering by

Like sitting on a spinning wheel

Wasting little on the wry

https://www.bbc.co.uk/sounds/play/m002z5q2 

Jarvis Cocker wasn’t exactly enthusiastic when his bandmate suggested they listen to some old Buddhist lectures to while away the hours on their tour bus. But when the captivating voice of Alan Watts floated through the speakers, it transformed the way he saw the world.

Outline of the Street

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Prowling in the shadows

Creeping out of view

Surreptitiously the loiterer

Stands in silhouette, askew

 

A menacing state suspended

Where action waits in turn

For the unsuspecting passerby

A journey yet to crash and burn

 

The Running Mouth

 

Falseness playing fast and loose

To the eager ears of the pliant

Who look to make their simple gains

Stripped bare by the harrying giant

 

The blabbing gabber can’t resist

Wild hustling propositions

Like a small-time grifter chattering

Offering make-believe positions

 

With the gift of glib preposterous

Pushing thoughtless smug suggestions

Charming slick with swindling lick

Disguises snide intentions

Quote: A lie can travel halfway around the world before the truth can get its boots on  

A Connective Incorrective

 

 

Speaking hypothetically 

When supposition is presented

A case in point, unverified

Considering proofs invented

 

Where eloquence is masterful

In ways of tactical deception

Promoting parables nonsensical 

Defining honesty's rejection

 

Ambiguity intentional

To confuse the common man

Spreading hogwash in the modal verb

Be that as it may, as truth’s outran

 

 

Shuffled

 

Out of what is probability

From a blend of things attuned

A seemingly incessant path

Evidentially impugned

 

Lines of force deflecting

Ragged patterns passing by

Where nothing as expected

Can satisfy the arty eye

 

Insights cannot ever say

By a simple guessing game

As all things indeterminate

Random silhouettes proclaim

 

The Odd Box

 

White cube waiting, 

pure in light

A silvery sheen 

that glows

But there beneath 

its cubic walls

Streaming deep

with comes and goes

Our world existence 

Weird indeed

Oddities all around

Discoveries astonishing

In certitude profound

From massive to the minute

To small-scale nanoscopic

Indecision of position

Probing every teeny topic

Either one way or another

Put your thinking in a stupor

When comprehending super

Avoiding any blooper 

In the quantum ecosphere

Ignore the obvious condition

Until the eyes take in the show

And pause the Super Position 

Vehicle Excise Duty (VED)

They say the price of petrol's steep
But now the road tax cuts so deep
The buyers of brawny motors new
Must pay a toll, that’s sadly true

For engines big that roar and vroom
The government sets a costly tune
A hefty tax, a steep first year
To nudge us all to greener gear

No joy for trucks that puff and spew
Or flashier wheels for me and you
The fund must flow, the roads be paved
But at what cost—our wallets shaved

So here’s the bandit’s rhyming plea
Drive clean, drive smart, or pay the fee
But oh, this rhyme before its end
I’ll miss my car, my petrol friend

As Per Usual

 

In the constant scheme of things

Predictions come and go

Where a standard indication points

To all around who need to know

Meeting yardsticks, level pegging

For good measurements that match

Fair and square and even-handed

Avoiding any type of catch

Ordinarily unsurprisingly

As expected, turn by turn

Firm footings give stability 

To not be deluged in concern

 

 

The Possibility

 

A jingle thought conspicuously
Waiting locally just in case

A singing sound like ringing

That a rhymester might embrace

Momentarily suggesting

Something special to pursue

A thought inbound, exceptional

Well placed to jump the queue

A suggestion independently

That could easily be ignored

Left alone to drift away

A possibility unexplored

You Can't Do That There Here

 

You can't do that there here
No, you can't do that there here
Anywhere else you can do that there
But you can't do that there here

Whatever you have in mind

We don't do payment in kind

Here's hoping you don't mind

We'll keep the moment here refined

You can't do just as you like

No, you can't do just as you like

We keep rules short so take a hike

'cause you can't do just as you like

Relax, It’s Time For Wordle

For those who seek out

Wordle-Wise

Need to know the limitations

How many likely words are there

In 5-letter combinations

Eliminating excess vowels

May seem the easy route

But so many one-vowel options

Can make one’s efforts convolute 

But Dryly very Slyly

Some stinkers lack the Vowel

Like Shyly I say Wryly

Sinking deep into the Bowel
If we embrace the Nymph or Lymph

In the Crypt sing out a Hymn

Make a little Pygmy Tryst

We can begin our search Prelim

Joining Cysts with the expressive Glyph

Psych up suspicion to confound

Confusion will no doubt surround

With the inkling of a Whiff

Link https://prowritingaid.com/5-letter-words-with-no-vowels

 

MYSTIFIED

Doubtful of the question raised

Asking “where did that come from”

Spontaneously a mystery

Allowing time to rest upon

Unsure of its meaning

Sidestepping any blunder

Waiting for more certainty

Though left alone to wonder

 

Suspicious of a hidden cause

Nonetheless, a subject raised

Uncertain of the answer posed

Leaving listeners unfazed

 

THE NEAT FREAK

Everything is out of sight

Urgently well placed

Nothing out of kilter left

To tidy up all things misplaced

 

Spic and span in full pursuit

Out of order, never shown 

Unfettered lines artistically 

The Neat Freak stands alone

 

Whatever next is challenging

To meet the ship-shape status quo

In preparation for a later date

Where nothing’s left on show 

Dedicated to Pauline, she knows who she is.