Thursday, 29 June 2017

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

Tuesday, 27 June 2017

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

Monday, 26 June 2017

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

Sunday, 25 June 2017

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

Saturday, 24 June 2017

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

Friday, 23 June 2017

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

Thursday, 22 June 2017

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

Wednesday, 21 June 2017

Glass Coloured Roses

The half full glass of water
Displays half empty grace
A fifty nil persuasion
For the empty second place

The waterline is limiting
All or nothing it evokes
A fake idea suggestion box
Full of optimistic jokes

A world of disadvantages
Bastions filled with winners
Who over feed their greedy need
Amid the vagrants without dinners

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
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

Tuesday, 20 June 2017

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

Monday, 19 June 2017


How tough it is to start a week
When last week  cannot 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

Sunday, 18 June 2017

Bugs To Bear

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

Saturday, 17 June 2017

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

Friday, 16 June 2017

London's Burning

Do you remember that day
When they talked and talked and talked
While those around them howling
In chaotic circles walked

How once again those lessons learned
Where a beacon in the sky
Whilst those who knew refused to do
Not listening to the cry

“Help” they said "there’s trouble here
Will you please investigate?"
The blind eyes looked the other way
And left them all to meet their fate

The Art Of Doing Nothing

Mona Lisa with her moving eyes
On each of us a thoughtful linger
Not asking not accusing
But they somehow point a finger

Cavalier’s laughing in your face
As you explain your heart is broke
You let those leaders have their way
For all your worth a corny joke

Anne Boleyn is looking at your head
A stealthy form of blame
You can join her in a lonely walk
With those who gave in to the game

The girl with the pearl hears footsteps
She turns to watch you move away
To give you distance from her question
Which you hear to your dismay

Thursday, 15 June 2017

Grenfell Tower

It rained that day in Latimer Road
A billion teardrops on the street
Pools of love where wept away
A rapid river song downbeat

Voices calling through the misty spray
Drenched worn out wishes on the wall
Unnecessary hopelessness
Sinking deep the heartbreak call

Together lingering with each others pain
Knowing how they were ignored
How officials with their mighty views
Discharged those warnings unexplored

Sore Point

We are going to put our country first
Keep our borderlines intact
Proclaiming losses as new victories
As we endorse ‘Alternative Fact’

We’ll spread more jam on promises
Pipe more icing on the cake
Declare a war on shocking misery
Leaving small folk in the wake

Wracking brains and writing speeches
Spinning coins to make a choice
Futile phrases promise ‘Lessons Learned’
Defended by the loudest voice

Wednesday, 14 June 2017

Bumpy Nights and Spooky Pipes

A Spectre in our hallway roams
One might say a spirit streaker
Freezing breath a chilling low
A hint of menaces much bleaker

It seems our house a favoured haunt
Is now historically loop framed
Whodunit scenes of action replay
Where the unforgiven walk ashamed

Who knows what odious happenings
Caused this show of limbo dancing                                             
A pointless presence shadow spectacle
Attention seeking quivered prancing

As living daylights are intact again
And heavy schedules hinder ponder
In doubt of what we might have seen
That weird event from over yonder

Tuesday, 13 June 2017

Lessons Learned On Purpose

The Master and the Novice sat
In side by side collaboration
Where the easiest is fastest found
By sharing thought determination

The Master and the Novice sat
Probing forms for contemplation
Assessments made in harsher light
That may require more explanation

The Master and the Novice sat
A bearing course in meditation
Leaving certainty replaced by truth
A far more honest explanation

Sunday, 11 June 2017

A Sunday in June

All to play for lots to do
Take in the early sun
Alfresco sipping orange juice
With a Sunday breakfast bun

Hours to pass at easy pace
To dawdle much preferred
For gladdened early risers
Or more leisurely not yet stirred

A start right day for taking stock
Rearrange desires and outlooks
Maybe reflect on salad days
Read much-loved books in shady nooks

Saturday, 10 June 2017

YES! We're Not all Bananas

We were stronger in the bunch

A wake up call
A brand new day
Young minds now
Will have their say
Not for them
Too small to care
One horse races
Politic solitaire
Say goodby
To a crumby platter
Things have changed
Alliances matter

Wednesday, 7 June 2017

A State of Matters

Once upon a somewhere else
Before the clocks had second hands
Hours passed by unseen by eyes
A universe of rubber bands

The way of life just bounced along
There was music in the twang
That stretched a range of vocal chords
You can imagine how they sang

Yet sing they did symphonically
With much inventiveness they skipped
Using words that came from anywhere
Elastic strained until they ripped

Torn apart they scattered far away
Unshackled from the tautly pull
To spring anew to fresher magnitudes
In theatre houses far from full

Tuesday, 6 June 2017

Votive Forces

It really does matter now!

On stage for a general connection
A game played marking cards
Paperweights in counting houses
Seeking seats in our backyards

Phrases filled with undertakings
Scream out change to be maintained
Kissing babies shaking shaky hands
Let there be better days proclaimed

Empty pots are filled with future cash
All that wealth has long been spent
As those who hold the silver spoons
Build sugar castles near our tent

Are revolutions drawing bridges up
Turning tables on our buddies
Short sighted trading our tomorrows
In reservoirs where water muddies