Moose Encounter
In his element with eyes glaring,
The beast snorts out of his nostrils
Like a steam locomotive
All fired up, flaring!
On legs as high as my shoulders,
His front hooves paw the ground,
And the muscles flex
Beneath the thick, dark fur coat!
His head lowers,
Displaying a massive antler rack
(Swaying back and forth
With the bell almost touching the ground),
Preparing to do battle!
—I shudder and look to my escape.
Then, things turn for the better.
The bull moose realizes
I’m not the competition
Seeking a mate
And continues browsing
As if I weren’t there.
"recently scenes of early life have stolen into my mind, like breezes blown ..."
Quote by _Samuel Taylor Coleridge (from his writings)
Remembering turbulent ocean force
Poseidon was the primary source
Storm-driven night true nightmare
Loudly ship's bell did clang and blare
Was in my cabin feeling unwell.
Captain on bridge composed and sure
Man in his element he did endure
Seismic sea enraged with natural power
Sailors fought elements hour by hour
Remembering how this was pure hell
Dawn did break on less turbulent sea
Staggered on deck at pain to see
Was pleased to note we had arrived
Ship's company thank god had all survived
Not a memory on which I dwell.
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Past Memories - ''T'' Forms
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02/10/2022
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A PLAY ON WORDS – LIVE
The power failed on Thursday night.
I was left completely in the dark..
So I rang an ELECTRICIAN
To see WATT he could do
His response wasn’t very POSITIVE;
Because of the CURRENT crisis, he said
He’d decided he would go to EARTH
And stay OHM in INSULATION.
Though he still got LIGHT exercise daily
With a SHORT CIRCUIT round the park,
He said he couldn’t visit me;
The Covid rules wouldn’t allow it
He put up a strong RESISTANCE
Although I begged him to help,
He was following government GRIDLINES
And keeping his social distance.
I tried to PYLON the agony,
Pleading my old age in the MAIN,
But his answer was still in the NEGATIVE,
He said he would CONTACT me next year.
I’d have to do the job myself.
He was clearly in his ELEMENT
It wasn’t his VOLT, he insisted
He refused, so I RE-FUSED.
16th June 2021
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A DOG CALLED BLUE
We had this dog once;
We all called him “Blue,”
Was great
Especially around our cattle,
When living on the farm,
“Blue” was in his element;
When bringing in the herd
On their way,
To be milked twice a day.
Gentle but firm;
Was “Blue” around the heels,
A nip here,
A nip there,
Certainly helping
Keep Holsteins minds on the job.
From top paddock
Down to shed,
Only reward
Was a bone for the chore,
And a lying down for effort,
With cattle at the herringbone,
In giving out their precious loads
Destined to be sold;
In supermarkets and stores
Far off in the distance.
Francis Cooper – Mac © January 2018
the world descends into chaos
as our world leaders
led by the chaos president
are overwhelmed
by the smallest
enemy of all
a simple virus
straight out of hell
blows through the crumbling
third world public health infrastructure
living proof of the decline of America
and no one is prepared
and panic ensures
with every Presidential tweet
as people don’t believe
a word he says
conspiracy rumors spread
everyone believes their own reality
as the world spins out of control
the chaos king is in his element
convince that only he knows
the deal
and everyone else
is iust a bit player
in the reality show
that he presides over
and so the rest of us
hunker down
just hoping for the best
as the panic and
chaos spreads faster
than the virus
are we doomed
can we survive
will God save us?
he is silent as always
the world descends into chaos
as our world leaders
led by the chaos president
are overwhelmed
by the smallest enemy of all
a simple virus
blows through the crumbling public health infrastructure
and no one is prepared
and panic ensures
with every Presidential tweet
as people don’t believe
a word he says
conspiracy rumors spread
everyone believes their own reality
as the world spins out of control
the chaos king is in his element
convince that only he knows
the deal
and everyone else
is iust a bit player
in the reality show
that he presides over
and so the rest of us
hunker down
just hoping for the best
as the panic and chaos
spreads faster
than the virus
are we doomed
can we survive
will God save us?
he is silent
as always
Banjo was a little boy
Not an instrument
Banjo spread lot's of joy
Everywhere he went
He was full of mischief
With a cheeky smile
Even though he was small
He knew how to beguile
He loved music and also liked to sing
As Banjo was his name
You would imagine he would like
To play an instrument with strings
This was not the case
He practised the violin
It was not suitable
And it hurt his chin
Banjo didn't want strings with bows
Or things you have to strum
Instruments you pluck or blow
He would rather play the drum
Banjo got his drum kit
It was on his ninth Birthday
He is in his element
And to play
It is very unusual
One can get quite overcome
To see a little Banjo
Play a big instrument like a drum
Ho, Hum
The little Elf
All by himself
Was dancing in the wood
He was gloriously happy
As Elfin folk should be
Surrounded by nature
In all its majesty
As the little Elf was dancing
He began to sing
He sang very softly
As there wasn't much of him
Even though the volume
Wasn't very loud
The little Elf singing
Brought a happy crowd
An Owl in a nearby tree
Way up in the sky
Was so touched by the song
A tear fell from his eye
A dog stopped barking
So that he could hear the tune
The little Elf was in his element
Serenading the Moon
The Moon shone brightly
Enjoying every note
A Ferret looked all dreamily
At his girlfriend a Stoat
A cat purred softly
It was a Siamese
The crowd became thicker
It was getting quite a squeeze
All the animals in the forest
That listened to the Elf
All had private thoughts
They kept to themselves
Elves are mischievious
Naughty little things
It is very rare to hear
Elves softly sing
Sing he did so beautifully
Because he knew that he
Was on his way to marry
His sweetheart
A fragile Fairy
Thunder sounds over the dreaming ocean
Shifting clouds compete for the best positions
The fresh scent of change carries on the wind
Birds are banking to land skimming the faulty cliffs,
crabs scuttle into hidden crevices
as drizzle turns to rain
I cease to wander giving credence to Nature’s signals,
I seek shelter
and safety envelops me as I enter my front door
Thunder sounds over the dreaming ocean
I watch lightning flashing over the cliffs,
cosy inside my living room,
like a crab in his element.
My name is Fritz, Shrödinger’s Cat,
I sometimes wonder where I’m at.
Within a small world I exist;
My master, he’s a physicist
Who talks of protons, neutrons too,
Held in place with magic glue.
He’s weird and in his element
Performing this experiment.
Trapped in a box and full of strife,
I feel I’ve only half a life.
My fate decided by old Geiger,
I wish I’d been a Bengal tiger !
My feline life hangs by a thread;
In two minds if alive or dead,
I muse “To be or not to be,
That, is the real uncertainty”.
His scientific articles
On sub-atomic particles,
Ionising radiation
And his famous Wave Equation
Earned Erwin cherished Nobel Prize.
I stare at him with knowing eyes –
He’s overlooked I have nine lives –
Against the odds, the CAT survives !
In his element,
He pauses for a moment:
And takes it all in.
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