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Could our verity be any unique?
Whenever the twenty-first century is antique,
Links are the best way to deal with everything
When even the pencils will betide self-replicating,
The whole would be vastly improved
And, the fortune of the rich would be approved
Would remove those in requisite thoroughly
There will be no grimness when there is no infirmity.
Autos would be entirely electrical
Fuel and diesel would behoove skeptical,
News and journals will be made ready on digital
People react to move visions by a flash signal.
Parcels won't be uttered for a long time
Besides, astonishingly swiftly and in prime
On voice order, pencils and pens would work
Baring, scribble down all that we would rework.
Everybody will include a robot in their house
That will perform anything, including catching a mouse
It will cook meals and neaten the home, with no screams
Additionally, conceive all your expectations and dreams.
The earth will deem even as sole leader
A man with odd propensity and backbone neater
We might glean the option to dwell out in the cosmos
And we'd stray out on rockets to shop for blue camos.
How slightly does the world treat spot our sacred history?
Purvey future posterity with a canvas to our glittery
Sober-mindedness is the best way to crumble in terror
Indeed, pens will be automatized to abject horror.
Written: February 06, 2022
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What is it with crows...
their reputation
before them goes
An omen of death
A murder of crows
These ancient legends
who really knows
if they are truths or untruths
Spirit birds
so I have heard
Keep a watchful eye
Ensuring your safety
As you live your life
Often said to be sent
by a loved one
passing to the other side
But which fate is mine
I haven’t a clue
A tad unsettling
Not sure what to do
For this crow now perched
Up on my roof
Is rather disconcerting
My head is now hurting
A majestic bird
Head to tail he is dressed
in funereal black
Caw cawing so loudly
Stood tall and proudly
Does his presence
predict my impending doom
Are we leaving this world
him and I very soon
Today he arrives on my balcony
He is perched very close to my door
Staring and still
Looking straight at me
Mesmerising or menacing
Well I'm not entirely sure
Now I begin to panic
Having felt unwell a while
What does he want to tell me
What’s he trying to purvey
If only he could talk to me
If only he would say
Is this it
Is this my day
My time to go
Does he really know
This wise old crow
I wish he would go
But just in case
I will live this day
As if it's my last
‘cos one day it surely will be…
Written 1st July 2020 as I keep a close eye on that crow...
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1ST PLACE
Bosom friend’s bean feast.
Delightfully enjoying fun filled jamboree.
Graceful tall laddie appearing darkly menacing.
Sat bolt upright with his eyes bored into me.
My mind was still, yet fixed at his stare.
Just then I noticed something unfair!
He was holding his phone vertically,
Phone camera exactly facing me.
Nonplussed and not sure how to react!
Wasted no time, trotted up to him,
To see, what was on the screen.
Yes, there was something, which he slid hurriedly.
I wanted to, but could not snatch the phone.
Still I wanted him to know!
“Look when, in a public place,
Ethically one shouldn’t keep the phone in a way,
That the lady sitting right in front, gets into sceptical purvey!”
“It’s a democracy, how I keep it, is my choice!”
He oozed out the content of his brain.
“Yes, but the rights granted, carry along some responsibilities,
Your ethical impunity, my dear isn’t a synonym of democracy.”
I retaliated harshly!
And the feud ended with a simple “Sorry.”
But the question, that remains is,
“Is it not, an abuse of rights?”
“when we are right, why do we need to justify?”
Why can't we remain morally upright?
CAMERA LAND
We are all celebrities in camera land! In hoods and hard hats, behind the wheel or borrowing “Click”
Beneath the scaffolding. Picking up dog ends in the park, running after midnight in the shadows; “Click”
Creeping in the small hours, pursuing the bus, taxi calling in the black fog - stabbed in the red mist, “Click”
Its 2am I’m digging in the garden, there’s suspicion spilling from a blind window! “Its potatoes”!“Click”
Tilting on the brink, canned in cider or inside her, balanced on a tall pole, or tent pole.. Flashed at 34MPH “Click Flash Click”
Sunday lunch in the well, watched damp gutter, observed from Sardis block “Click”
Mooning the lens, burning the protective glass, pictures of my ****, Should please;“Click”
The smile will be costly, looks like a ghost, on fire in the corner, on top of my lost wife with a knife, “Click”
Dripping in credit land, folding paper planes from county court judgements, “Click”
Linking with a landlord between the empty casks, up the back around the back, no one sees, “Click” What could possibly go wrong if you’re behaving in camera land. Never mind!“Click”
Dogging for the joy of it, click! It’s a big big tit, bending over the fence, joy to the vicar in the bell tower of dreams and dripping in unzipping trousers, “Click”
A man holds his breath on the bonnet on the avenger in green, and sinks to her knees under his knees “Click
Hands are moving quicker that a clock in the last days of the night, yes that’s him looks like a purvey, and bandy three legged “Click”
Holding lighter fuel, and sniffing, tipping it into the wallet the queen is watching, on fire but, always smiles “Click”
Just a little disc blue and with numbers, a beer mat would do in desperate times “Click”Guilty or guilty innocence, it’s priced the same on film, stacking up the odds of being clicked.
There is a body that meets, to apprsise
Facts of i'll acts and crimes against humans.' Intending justice to purvey.' The
Court is fighting against ' predjudice ' yet
Has had judgement laid, Against pope
Benedict with indictment grave, crimes against minors, you may recall that he stayed within the vatican,? Never leaving
Its walls.' He died in its precincts i leave all
To think.? If he was not guilty why he did not raise a stink.? queen elizabeth was also sentenced, avoiding
the clink ' a few
years after she then; passed on.'
Check out this claim, and who else's
names, are in the can?
Is this the answer to the bullies.? Who preen on the world stage, do you want more of this justice,? at this time and this
Age.'
So … here it is: My two cents
(I know that’s not much recompense
For using up this space and time
With this, my lowly rhyme.)
But … in this published poetry
I’ve read rhymes of majesty.
Too, I’ve read some words from whence
I can simply make no sense
But making sense of what they write
Reflects only on my insight
And does not diminish - in any way
What it is they have to say
And in these pages as I drift
I read poets who have “The Gift”
In shock and awe do I read
And now I find I must concede:
Good or bad, short or long,
All these poets sing their song
All can see, there is NO doubt
‘Tis from their hearts these words ring out
So, I’ll not read them critically
For who the hell am I to be
In judgment of a poet’s heart
Of what’s inside which they impart
They open paths for their purvey
For they must say what they have to say
In their hearts they write As One
And to all I say: Wow! Well done!
Squatter pulse rates purvey hoarder rain,
Blood drips, heaving, flipping the veins hole.
Shaping an abyss in your nearest chain,
In the dusk, you can hear raindrops on the tole.
Blood drips, heaving, flipping the veins hole,
You expect a reply as you hear and embrace.
In the dusk, we can hear driblets on the tole,
You sink into the gloom with its tune chase.
You expect a reply as you hear and embrace,
In the water, we will be exposing gaps of refuge.
You sink into the gloom with its tune chase,
In the gaps amid hurried swing and deluge.
In the water, we will be exposing gaps of refuge,
Blue and silver waves echo in the bland brine.
In the gaps amid hurried swing and deluge,
Painful and subtle, disclose an anxious whine.
Blue and silver waves echo in the bland brine,
We can spot underlying stream dysmorphia.
Painful and subtle, disclose an anxious whine,
Under the decent ripples of life lies dyspraxia.
We can spot underlying stream dysmorphia,
Shaping an abyss in your nearest chain.
Under the decent ripples of life lies dyspraxia,
Squatter pulse rates purvey hoarder rain.
Written: October 1st, 2022