Sitting quitely in the evening,
The hard days work done and dusted,
Stillness reminds me I am still grieving,
Airing my feelings leaves me flustered,
So many questions of how and why,
Two vibrant souls gone just like that,
Stunned and bereaved I break down and cry,
Searching for meaning I fall flat,
A world I no longer recognize,
Nor the self I once knew,
Pick yourself up and dry your eyes,
Begin again, I search for you.
I love you.
Feeling disillusioned with mankind
Disappointed and disgusted
At behaviours l have viewed of late
Leaving me thinking morality is done and dusted
Yesterday, my faith and belief in mankind
Was somewhat restored
By random acts from strangers
Where selflessness, compassion and kindness soared
The tetractys poetic form was devised by the late Ray Stebbing as a grammatical 20 syllable verse of 5 lines.Syllable sequence 1,2,3,4 & 10.Each line to stand on its own,as in my example Ichthys below.The challenge is to express a complete thought,profound or comic,witty or wise within the 20 syllables.The tetractys can be doubled or inverted.
ICHTHYS
White
blossom,
a welcome
springtime emblem,
the foretaste of succulent fruit to come.
BLUE NUDE-Matisse
Her
figure
created
stark sensations,
aroused by the simple blue cut-out shapes
NATAL THERAPY
To
forget
those bygones
done and dusted,
lost,forgiven and now forever gone.
SHORT MEASURE
Eye
poems
displaying
a shapely form-
exempting audition from needless stress.
SUMMER BALL
Love
blossomed
suddenly
that evening
they met by chance,in the 'excuse me' dance.
RENEWAL
Rain
upon
frozen earth,
metamorphised,
now emerging as bluebells in the glade.
REVERIE
Way
beyond
bygone's reach,
ambitions lay
buried deep in his forgotten dreams.
An ask of mine needs urgent sating
I don’t mean to blashpeme or be rude
But when God was done and dusted creating
And he looked and saw that “it was good”
What was he looking at?
Were his eyes glued to the Andes
As the little mountains popped up like warts
Or was it trained on the Ganges
As it snaked its way through the flats
Did his breath flutter at the Siberian mirror
(I know, I know he doesn’t need the air)
Did he find the aye-aye queerer
Than the way we all find it here
Maybe it was the American cays
Strung on like beads of gems and pearls
Or the Himalayas defiant in the breeze
That whipped itself in maelstrom swirls
Or was it the terrestrial layout
Brown meat between white bread
And vegetables, like a chef’s takeout
Hamburger with the perfect spread
Was it just one point, or was it the other
Or volcanic glory, of Etna and Kea
Please, anyone, come help out a brother
I mean look at the Andaman Sea
One secret wish; to truly see
And understand just as he could
What he saw, that unbridled natural beauty
And cry out too “Damn! It is good!”
Enjoy your life to the full, though seemingly futile,
frustrating and transient.
Toil under the sun while it shines for you!
After all, either way, you face a hard full stop.
Do not wait for death, which is nothingness, still and silent forever.
Do not wait for the afterlife, which is otherworldly,
unknown, beyond what we know as life here, under the sun.
Cherish this life, and all it offers, in the here and now,
before it's all gone, all done and dusted!
So, why are you still, awaiting?
What are you still waiting for?
Imagine! Live!
Enjoy the journey!
ETERNAL QUESTION
We all live in a world full of belief
Yet often with little understanding
And sciences too, deep at its roots
Religious compliance when it suits
Yet with a loyalty to the branding
And for some, can still offer relief
Ready-made answers for unknowns
Especially if there’s to be no analysis
A link to God doesn’t need religion
Yet faith still does require a decision
Some think technology is its nemesis
Like reading prayers on their phones
A supreme being can be a soft option
Even seen as a diamond in the rough
All is then done and dusted in one go
The book may be all one has to know
Alternative explanations always tough
Religions are over time, a concoction
Some claim a special insight or vision
And gaining that special pass to Bliss
Paying the ferryman to cross the Styx
As the Devil is always up to his tricks
Other options might be easy to miss
So hold back on all that easy derision
So, the glistening aim noticeably passes by,
So, the dangerous motion formidably goes by,
So, the unknown one remains unknown for the time being,
So, one is ahead of the petty singing.
The one and only is good-natured and well-behaved,
He is favoured and well-blessed.
Though the great Guide is sacrificed, done and dusted,
The honest being is fit, fine, and well-crafted.
The physical existence is going to be dealt with,
The mirrored organizations are going to vote for the myth.
The glass is going to be blurred by its connotations,
The pure man is defined by his situations.
The window is becoming larger day by day,
The commentators are solitary soldiers in their own way.
The perception is becoming blinded,
The light is the only lie that is provided.
Here, the perfect human is the representative of his species,
Here, he has grown up with his lengthy speeches.
Here, he is no longer unknown or unfeasible to catch,
And therefore, he has everything else to match.
It's happened again, dammit
And try as I might
Spring cleaning's an urge
I just cannot fight
I need a remedy NOW
For this kind of addiction
As I'm down on my knees
Scrubbing the kitchen
It's a terrible affliction
An absolute blight
I started at dawn
Now it's late in the night
The days been a blur
A whirlwind of cleaning
A hysterical enthusiasm
Untempered by reasoning
But when it's all done and dusted
And (temporarily) neat as a pin
I'll be pleased I gave into the urge
And sit down with a gin
The sun she's goin' down, it's sinkin' so low,
I can feel that evening breeze start to blow.
Time for day's bright colors to wane and fade,
Bending all hues to black and blue in shade.
Sundown, oh sundown, it's bittersweet time,
Sundown, oh sundown, it's bittersweet time,
Day's done and dusted, bring on night's sweet chime.
The shadows grow long, as night's bend takes hold,
Bend them notes, to make boogie blues unfold.
'Dem straight-jacket days will all melt away,
To the rhythmic beat of the blues I play.
Sundown, oh sundown, it's bittersweet time,
Sundown, oh sundown, it's bittersweet time,
Day's done and dusted, bring on night's sweet chime.
I'll play 'dem blues, till dawn breaks into day.
Driving the blues back underground away.
Hoping somehow, the pain has gone in song.
Sundown, oh, sundown, help me carry on.
Sundown, oh, sundown, shine your light on me?
Sundown, oh, sundown, set my troubles free.
With my bittersweet dark-blue melody.
Late afternoon sunshine streaming
Through the swaying green net
Of this years growth of hedge
I’ve not got round to cutting yet.
Got to get my finger out
Because I know it’s best
To get it done and dusted
Before the birds start to nest.
The grass has had its first trim
It’s looking lush and green
The garden’s starting to look
The best that it’s ever been.
Last year I sunk a small pond
At the sheltered edge of the lawn
With a bit of luck this year
We’ll have plenty of frog spawn.
There’s a Dove in the tree
And it’s gently cooing away
I can hear voices of children
Squabbling as they play.
Hard frost this morning
An almost magical sight
Seeing the grass covered
With a coat of gleaming white.
This is semi rural Yorkshire
As afternoon slips into night
On an early spring day when
Everything has been just right.
You can wander the world
Always searching for more
I’ll stay and enjoy the beauty
Found outside my back door.
Ego busted
Ego busted, then why fear death
When God’s life force withdraws
If thought forms yet spiral in stealth
Soul’s stained by ego’s paws
Destiny’s die is cast
Hermit, be not aghast
This breath may be our last
Done and dusted
Ego busted
02-June-2022
Quietus
Just when we thought
wars were well and truly over,
done and dusted -
Russia invades Ukraine.
No mettle for friends
to take up arms.
to don the coat of arms
and fight tooth and nail
to quell the invader.
Instead its alms that are offered
and sanctions to starve and demean
the invader's will to fight.
It's a new World Order
at arm's length.
With Christmas done and dusted now that we’re in January
I’m feeling rather portly cos I ate, drank and got merry
With twenty pounds upon my waist and ten pounds on my legs
The last thing that I need is shops crammed full of Easter eggs
As bloated seas lap at doors.
As floods and storms batter on shores
Nations wait in climate inaction
because no one takes action
until it's almost too late,
By then, left to fate,
there's no track back
to make a comeback.
We're all done and dusted.
What does one say,
To those who save the day,
Every day,
Even when the weather is far from OK.
What can one say,
To those who help keep Covid at bay,
Instead of at home to stay,
So we can live to see tomorrow become today,
And the children come back out to play.
What else is there for one to say,
Except to promise to make their day,
As in line we stay,
With not a bad word to say,
To those who help keep Covid at bay.
My second jab is now done and dusted,
With no side effects detected,
Because in them I trusted,
Not those who false information ingested,
Now by Covid bested.
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