Alesha Dixon

(Picture Credit - Alesha BGT Judge by Tellymix co uk)

There’s nowt like some rapping

To get my feet tapping.

Alesha Dixon’s the vixen

That got me mixin’

Today.

Saw her on a recording

Doing rap for Piers Morgan.

That might be pararhyme –

At best -

But who gives a dime.

Just feel like rhyming

With impeccable timing.

Let’s shimmer and shammer

And give it some hammer.

Alesha’s sure got glitter

There’s no gal fitter

No wonder she is

All over Twitter.

She’s as smooth and silky

As a pint of bitter.

These rhymes

Like chimes

Make me feel so fine.

Well that’s me done now

I don’t quite know how

This mood came over me.

It is infectious

She leaves me breathless

But hey I’m out of time,

What a crime.

Paul Butters

Existence

(Picture Credit - Mongolia by Telegraph co uk)

Nothing is not black

It has no colour.

The blackness of space is black

But nothing is nothing.

No light or dark,

No taste or smell

Or touch.

Nothing cannot know it is nothing

No more than we can know

When we are gone.

Our transient existence is a blessing

Here on Earth, beneath the Sun.

Sunshine shining, blindingly bright

Upon the foliage

Of Paradise bathed in light.

Paul Butters

Quiet

(Picture Credit - Usain Bolt by Ronaldo 7 net)



 

Never be afraid to be quiet,

For you don’t have to be the loud Extrovert:

Putting on a life and soul of the party act,

While secretly sad inside.

Just be yourself.

Be cool and calm, and of course, collected

As they say.

Be happy with yourself,

At peace with all the world.

Esteem yourself and others will esteem you too.

Be cool,

For that is cool.

Just feel that tranquil lake,

Within your mind:

Rippling gently in the moonlight,

Stirred only by a sighing breeze.

Then bask in golden sunshine,

Reclining on the shimmering sand.

A thousand summers all in one.

Engage with people

And listen

To all they have to say.

Then when the time is right

Make known your point of view.

Until that time,

Stay quiet…

Paul Butters

© PB 2\9\2014 in Humberside.