Turn It Off!

LINK: Parents urged to switch off engines when parked

Must get a solution

To rampant pollution

Clearing the air

In our gap

With breathing so bad

The worst ever had

Causing last-gasp

Exhausting mishap

Carelessly sitting

Idle engines emitting

Pass-by children

Inhaling spent fuel

Vapours unseen

From the family machine

Toxicity hovers

Around school

Parents who care

Not really aware

Of the poisonous

Idle release

Would smartly react

To a hostility act

Emergency!

Call the police

Home Cooked

I pour you port and bring you cheese
Gorgonzola taste bud pleasing
Those nights we spend contenting
Coffee grinding laced and teasing

Candle lit we dance the flame alight
In passions folly mad embrace
Overdrawing saved up energy
Cheek to cheek and face to face

Midnight hour has passed us by
In a blanket bath we swim
Auto piloting a tide of schemes
Three sheets too tight to trim

Elemental Forces

Tedium sometimes hit her hard

Its ceaseless pulse of passing time

Constant like a metronome

A lifelong mountain height to climb

Barren valley roads to nowhere else

Where music rarely ever played

Yet if you listened to the silence

Songs would whisper in the glade

Meaning came in music messages

Concerto’s filled her memory hall

Laughter dance and merriment

Reverberating wall to wall

Sunshine strong her leading light

Bringing gifts beyond compare

Warm caressing summer smile

With unspoken words to share

Empire Made

Don't give money to the poor.
They'll only spend it

Dips drops cuts and chops

The reason for limited cash

Is far too many billionaires

Sit piling up their stash

The spread of wealth is tilted

As the money mountains shake

Is giving pennies to the penniless

A world economy mistake

Too many people live too long

Too much medicine for free

Is tax unfair to billionaires

Why might governments agree

There needs to be a means tests

In the sharing out of beans

Is letting go of those below

Safeguarding money by all means

Preferential Differential

A politician has a wish list
Full of favourite things to say
Caressing hopeful listening ears
Extending rescues from dismay

Eye to eye and patting hands
Finds the sympathetic glaze
A net to catch the feathery vote
With soundbite perfect phrase

To all my people waiting here
I make to you a solemn vow
How marvellous your life will be
As soon as I discover how

Backroom guys are watching
On their counter measure screen
Rates of change are pulverised
In a stealthy grind machine

I Would Like To Be A Writer But

Perhaps I need a ghost writer

I would like to be a writer but

So many words refuse to play

Imagination is my ship at sea

Tossing turning every way

Research I'm sure will help me start

I need a fast beginning

They say a sense of humour works

Writing jokes just get me grinning

Good advice is always welcome

It can make me feel I might

I reach out for that fountain pen
But then I don’t know what to write

Finding Peace

Observing early birds at work

Fly down to scour and scratch

A continual fitness frenzy fest

Fight for each essential catch

They don’t do leisure
Nor hang out

Watchful eyes are everywhere

Whistle stops demand keep out

No entry, nothing, going spare

Your life term is your accident

Being here you will be tested

Until you are too tired to try

Finding peace
Once you’ve been bested

The Letter

Got your letter yesterday
Early morning not too late
Heard the letterbox announce
The carpet slap that lay in wait
Boiled a kettle made some tea
Sauntered to my easy chair
I recognised your curly script
Then slit the envelope with care
Many pages unexpectedly
Thinly spaced between the lines
So much to say but so long since
A test of style in such confines
Of the many things you mentioned
You wrote strongly of a yearning
Perhaps a new uncluttered slate
A subtle hint of your returning
It helps with preparations
With indications more precise
Misgivings are all yours my friend
Just turning up here will suffice
No doubt there is much more to say
Old schemes new themes and variations
How it was back here we don't recall
As in your letter's lamentations

Weekend Summer Break

I'm ready for a holiday
Doing as I please
Keeping travel local
In satisfying summer breeze
Peruse a Farmers Market
Get a basket full of cheese
Crusty bread and chutney
Spanish wine from overseas
Exercise my appetite
A luncheon treat decrees
Neath a shady tree sun shelter
I relish easy days like these

Left Wings Of A Dove

 

They call it basic living costs

For where we live and what we eat

Our Sunday best our weekday vest

Shoes to comfort weary feet

Washing drinking hot or cold

Blankets curtains privately

Music gossip TV local news

Not even love is free

Little people paying way too high

Nothing more than cash sucked slaves

Worker Bees generating honey

Feeding jelly rolling knaves

Bottled water twenty pounds

To please the ego of a waster

Too many other people pay
For the quaffing bubbly taster

Glass Coloured Roses

Half-full glass of water

Displays half-empty grace

Fifty nil persuasion

To an empty second place

A waterline is limiting

All or nothing it evokes

A no idea suggestion box

Full of optimistic jokes

Packs of disadvantages

Bastions filled with winners

Who overfeed a greedy need

Amid the vagrants without dinner

The human being has a natural affinity to progress positively. Where similarity of circumstance exists then one can always do better in a positive way. But not at the loss of the war torn vanquished. History shows that psychopathic conquest has favoured the negatively ruthless. It is the restless wind that drives the weather not the happily contented community.

Oxford Dictionaries - Definition of positive thinking in English:

positive thinking - Originally Psychology

NOUN

The practice or result of concentrating one's mind affirmatively on the good and constructive aspects of a matter so as to eliminate negative or destructive attitudes and emotions.

If only we had a glass full of this.

Abbey Habitual Ritual

I can see Europe from here mum

Our Queen is burdened once again

Reading cliché to the masses

A politician's barrel scraping

Framed in hot air leaking gasses

The stock exchange will rise again

They’ll be betting in the hedges

Feathered nests with birds in hand

And a pocket load of wedges

The populace with half cocked ears

Watch how the system came and went

‘Not in not out’ weak whispered shout
In tiptoe dance they circumvent

Up For Grabs

We get to make our own rules. Really?

They boiled it down to 'Yes or No'

A far too 'simply put' decision
A Right or Wrong or Good or Bad

A two-way street condition

Hard to see the truth of it

When probing 'us and them' ideals

Best guess 'win or lose' express

A hidden future price conceals

Behind the scenes negotiations

A cloak and dagger 'give or take'

No more shrieking 'In or Out?'
Who gets crumbs and who has cake

Aftermath

How tough it is to start a week

When last week  failed to leave

Buoyant energies have bled away

Needing much more time to grieve

Pointlessness that raised the bar

Reveals indifferent ways and means

Chasing paper trails for signatures

Deferred inquiry now convenes

Bottom lines contented purses

Prophesied the profit crime

Where takers took unjust rewards

A ‘ Clean Hands Policy on slime

Now begins the inquisition

A shadow world of duck and dive

A seedy game avoiding blame
As contract lawyers now connive

Bugs To Bear

Wired Magazine Article Link

This Bug Sucks

‘Wired’ magazine is worrying me

Creepy tales of ‘Lone Star Ticks

Who nip into our bacon tucks

Play parasitic lousy tricks

Something new to fret about

When bringing home the bacon

A red meat licking viral bug

Within your burger overtaken

Maybe its nature biting back

To rearrange our fast food lives

A scratching itch trespasser
Imparting touchy feely hives

Wired Magazine Article Link

Act Theft

For all the world on stages

If you like or not at all

Walking through the ages

To the final curtain call

Setting scenes presenting

Uplifting songs and speeches

Tragic comics unrelenting                                      

Unrequited plea beseeches

All of those we once new well

Front of stage and those behind

Portentous omens that foretell

How royal families realigned

All the players and the audience

In attendance shared the show

All agreeing that obedience

Carved out ways that rivers flow