Spiritual Solution

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Long after I’ve gone –

As if that wasn’t bad enough –

Billions of years from now

The Earth will be engulfed by the sun

Which by then will be a red giant.

If not swallowed, then badly scorched.

Hopefully “We” will escape before then

With all our “Goods”.

But Trillions of years later

There surely will be no escape

When The Universe falls apart completely.

For it will thin into almost Nothing:

Frozen emptiness.

All our history, art, literature

Forgotten.

Death of Deaths.

No more Shakespeare, Beethoven, Einstein, Curie.

No Britain, America, World.

No Human Race.

Is there any hope of salvation?

Nothing in the Material World it seems.

Only, perhaps, a “Spiritual Solution”.

Paul Butters

© PB 29\12\2017.

Addiction

They crawl along the streets like zombies:

Heads cowed over Androids and iPhones.

Busily pressing buttons,

Risking life and limb

As they cross the road.

It reminds me of “Star Trek Next Generation”

When young Wesley and the rest

Were hypnotised

By some alien “game”.

Sometimes they sit in huddles,

Messaging one another

Or playing, yes,

An addictive game.

All lost in a dream world

On Facebook or Twitter-Chat Whatever.

Soon we will no longer “fall out” with anyone:

We will “Unfriend” or “Unfollow” them.

I still prefer my laptop.

But how long before I too

Succumb to this addiction?

How long before my “Facebook Morning Splurge”

Becomes a day-long trawl?

Before I know it I will be like the others:

Lost in panic –

Frantic

Because I forgot to bring

My mobile.

Paul Butters

© PB 25\12\2017.

Winter Solstice 2017

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In this quiet corner of Cleethorpes

Serene somnolence soothes my soul.

Growling dark clouds make it feel like night

Lying above the whispering mists

On this dank dreary day,

Though mild this year.

The sun rose at eight fourteen

And will fall at three forty two.

For it is indeed the shortest day

Of 2017.

Tomorrow will be

A whole Two Seconds

Longer.

So by around the twenty fifth

Of this December month

We’ll reach that time

When the Ancients saw it getting lighter

And chose to Celebrate

Big Time.

For so the Festive Season

Began

All to Enjoy.

Many a religion has latched onto this

Annual Event.

So it’s Party Time

All over the World.

Time to reflect

And turn our eyes

Towards the Future.

Hoping again for Peace and Love

To Everyone.

Paul Butters

© PB 21\12\2017.

Cosmos

The Cosmos:

Our most awesome Universe

Plus whatever lies Beyond

If there is anything.

A sky full of galaxies and stars.

Vast further

Than we can comprehend.

Born of The Big Bang

Allegedly

This Matter Explosion

We call “Universe” –

Eighty Billion Light Years

That we can see,

But more than Fourteen TRILLION Light Years

Across

They say.

All ranged in an orderly fashion,

Perhaps with the footprint of God.

Yet, just as wonderful,

Out in the Mexican Desert

And all down America way

There is a delicate tiny sunflower

Which comes in a range of colours

And is also named

“Cosmos”.

Think on this.

As The Universe spread its wings

After The Big Bang

So these “Cosmos” petals

Spring out

Offering their hands to the sky:

Tiny Cosmos flowers

Offering prayers

To The Cosmos.

Paul Butters

© PB 19\12\2017.