Musical Poetry

(Picture Credit - N Arizona Uni)

A poem can be a statement,

A poem can be a song.

It can be a piece of music,

Playing all night long.

First we have to go up,

Then we must go down.

Then we have to go all around

To find this bloody town.

Poetry is music,

Singing us a song.

Any way you choose it,

Bing, bang, bong.

Assonant sounds assemble,

Alliteration lilts our lyres.

Raps and rhymes are pulsing,

Kindling all those fires.

An orchestra is playing

On this very page.

Letters and words are strumming:

It’s a Golden Age.

Choirs of Angels Singing,

Guitars with a twang.

Ear that piano playing,

This may or may not scan.

If a pawn’s the soul of chess,

As Philidor did say,

Then letters and the sounds they show

Are what brighten the poet’s day.

So get those letters running,

All along the page.

Those sounds are our chess pieces,

Ready to engage.

Paul Butters

Paul B

  (Picture Credit EES (Rapper) by Wiki)

Let me introduce myself,

I’m Paul B.

P to the A to the U to the L to the B.

You say Paul,

I say B.

You say Paul,

I say…

I used to teach English, try to inspire.

Least you can say is, I was a trier.

Love this rapping: it gets my feet tapping,

Even though I ought to be napping.

I write poems like a word ejector,

Keep away you Grammar Inspector!

Jay-Z writes in iambic pentameters,

Making out he’s got no parameters.

Honey G just copies off him,

Oh my God she really is dim.

Does her rap like Barbara Windsor,

Do you remember Needles and Pins-ah?

Me I’m copying off them both,

Though it’s only for a laugh.

Whoops a daisy that don’t quite rhyme,

Another case of Butters Rhyme Crime.

Rap is rubbish I often say,

Though it rhymes the poetic way.

That leaves me with one thing to say:

You say Paul,

I say…

Paul Butters

Pipe and Slippers

(Picture Credit - Calisphere)

I might have retired from employment

But I haven’t retired from Life.

Nature’s wonders are green for me,

So I still love to write.

For sure I wear those slippers

As I type another poem.

But no pipe for me

Or smoke to fill my home.

I strut the courts of table tennis,

And play the full game too.

Sometimes I’m quite the athlete

Though I always like a brew.

I’m not talking tea here,

I think you get my drift.

A pint or too of draught beer

Will always give me a lift.

I love a game of snooker,

And a night of indoor bowls.

I’m not much of a cooker,

That’s just not one of my roles.

Pub lunches are so yummy,

It’s good to have a chat.

I always fill my tummy,

What more can I say than that?

Yes, retirement is so peaceful,

And I am free from “Work”.

It may not suit all people,

But Life I’ll never shirk.

Paul Butters