Sunday, 29 January 2017

A Kind Of Human Mind

I wonder if you’d be so kind
To share awhile if you don’t mind
It seems that we are of a kind
Dwelling deep on things in mind

Music shared our special kind
Synchronised to ease our mind
Two-way pledges paid in kind
Perseverance borne in mind

We each extend to visitor kind
Changes help to air the mind
Bring comfort to the needy kind
Overriding matters of the mind

Tuesday, 24 January 2017

The Hole Story

Peaceful in a cubbyhole
Imagining a peephole
To see inside a black hole
Discovering a porthole
A way out through a keyhole
Take care around the loophole
Shunning comfort in a bolthole
Or endure in every borehole
Eternal label in a hellhole
No escaping from a pigeonhole
Breathing foul air in a pothole
Straining fresh air near a pinhole
A struggled self-made manhole
Who tumbles down a sinkhole
Fingers covered by his armhole
Emotions waxing in my earhole
Scented roses in a buttonhole
Speak of elsewhere in a wormhole

Friday, 20 January 2017

J J Way

Monsieur DuPont is daubing
Luxurious licks of paint
A colour swatch of coverings
Visual schemes of sweetly quaint

A spotless sweep of brushstrokes
In pools where I see eye to eye
Canvass coloured shades and hues
In clouds of multicoloured sky

Intoxicating gentle waterfalls
Suggesting dash of verve and swerve
Where the crux is clearly Dulux
In patternation’s easy curve

Wednesday, 18 January 2017

Tour d'horizon

Sitting by my favoured books
Where I probe ideas well known
Reviewing insights that recover me
From garden wild plants overgrown

Determination in seclusion
Clears the way for new collections
So many scribbled doodling’s
Become corrections then selections

Raising leaves from standing water
I dredge the pond of stale ingressions
Seeing undercurrents surfacing
A fountain gush of new impressions

Tuesday, 17 January 2017

Today Only

Once again
the daybreak sang
throwing sunrays
at my eyes
to breathe in deep 
the morning air
First lights golden
morning prize
Hearing faintly
distant city sounds
feeling movement
in the air
Standing quietly
by the kitchen bar
filling coffee cups
to share
This now 
may never call again
But if it does
I will delight
drawing curtains
open windows wide
once more
I beat the night

Bingo Bongo

Sitting crowded in the eager hall
Fingers tensely rhythm beat
Dabbing ready heartbeat steady
Sexy numbers red hot heat

Massive music breaks the tension
Heightened passions in a dance
The Bingo Bongo multitude
Acquire desire for one more chance

Saturday, 14 January 2017

I’m Looking Out For Einstein

Being here and there apparently
Is more likely than one sees
Like standing in a 'trail of things'
Tricky time-span mysteries

Living upbeat in my ‘Now Point’
In my world of self deception
Allowing me an inkling
On fake illusions of perception

Confounded by my state of play
And my somewhere nonexistence
I wonder where I ought to be
Amid my angles of consistence

All at once I’ve been and gone
Or still waiting for my birth
Whilst never having been here yet
I am my future place on earth

So thanks so much to Mr Einstein
Maybe I’ll meet him during sleep
Or in my wakefulness rewound again
Prepared to take the quantum leap

Past present and future is only an illusion albeit a persistent one

No Fault Found

The intention is perfection
A flawless structured stone
Not susceptible to frailty
Nor hidden mishap prone
Observing every lesson learned
Predicting likelihood potential
What-if plans and second guesses
Of tried and tested parts essential
Logic paths of stairs and steps
Speculation free of chancers
Who dive wildly in deep water
Pursuing shallow ended answers

Wednesday, 11 January 2017

A Life Sentence

To the conscious life is weird
where so many levels meet
Is life just one big dining hall
of chuck the living wait to eat

Observe your pecking orders
a ruling etiquette of things
Bastions of the psychopath
divinely righteous style of kings

Head honcho’s reading menus first
waiters hold their breath in fear
Consent is one more power play
a smiling tiger’s thin veneer

Citizens with starving pangs
watch as mighty mouthfuls sate
Licking thumbs whilst eyeing crumbs
taking turns to lick the plate

Look at life how great it is
hail the winner on the heap
Who needs to grab and store it all
for blind eyed courtiers feigning sleep