Cool

(Picture Credit - Tropical pool by Howzz com)

 

Assonance was ensconced in my bonce once.

It puts me in the mood for a muse.

Love those cool peaceful pools under a Moon in June.

Or to croon about dunes and oasis blooms.

Such a lovely tune,

It’ll make you swoon.

Enjoy my runes,

No matter how crude.

I can be a goon

Or even a loon.

Sometimes a fool.

Poems strewn with clichés

For want of a better phrase.

Words hewn before noon,

To give you a boon.

Bad days may loom,

Injustices done.

Cruelty that’s is fuel for a duel and may ruin a life.

We may be doomed.

But I must stay upbeat,

Give you a treat

And make you fall at my feet.

Quite a feat!

Every dog has his day,

Another cliché you’ll say.

But I don’t get any pay,

So soon be on my way.

Love to play with words,

Writing songs for the birds.

These words are a tool

For making me cool.

We’re back to those pools:

They are shimmering jewels.

Paul Butters

Cleethorpes Boating Lake

On the East Coast of England there’s a small resort

Called Cleethorpes, where I happen to reside.

And out towards the Pleasure Park

A short way from the shore

There is The Boating Lake.

I love to go there on a still, sundowning evening

When the parking is free.

To walk those walkways around the lake,

Dreaming I’m on Starfleet Academy Campus.

Walkways flanked by lawned hillocks and shrubs.

The lake is fringed by red-flowered reeds

And punctuated by ducks and geese.

Families and couples roam about

As I sit in meditation

Watching and listening

To the central fountain play.

Such a tranquil scene,

Far from the madding crowd.

Go over the bridge and cross the mini-railway line:

Before you reach the saltmarsh and the sea

You’ll find a stretch of shrubbery and trees

A haven for the birds

And for me,

As I walk my favourite path.

The lake is thus a prelude

To some splendid growth

As nature does its thing.

Serene and tranquil everything

A spiritual feeling

As I meditate

Beneath multi-layered clouds

Under endless sky.

Paul Butters

Morning

(Picture Credit - Morning Sunrise by Mr Wallpaper com)

Rejoice at Morning’s Miracle,

For We are here again.

The Grim Reaper

Has let us live another day.

God’s Grandeur shines upon us

As, again, the clichéd golden sun

Pokes her head through the Eastern clouds.

An orchestra of chiming birds

Greets the day

As again I say

Rejoice!

I repeat: Rejoice.

Time to check the temperature outside

And scatter some wild birdseed.

Time for breakfast

And the early news.

Time to have a pub-lunch,

Then a game of tennis

Or table tennis

Or snooker.

Morning’s time to meet my Muse,

And listen to her lyrical tunes.

To get composing,

No more dozing:

Broadcasting words

Throughout The Milky Way.

Enjoying the day

I look forward to

Some cloudless skies

So I can sit

And watch the stars.

Paul Butters