Whisky

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Whisky, “The Water of Life”,

Orgasmic burning all down my chest.

Opening up my mind to endless imaginations

So I can put the world to rights

Like Superman in his pomp.

Feel that glow,

Spreading like a forest fire.

Feelgood Factor

Fathomless in its depth.

Who cares what peat, in what glens

Or valleys it came from.

Or what precipitation

Bathed those golden barley ears

On Celtic hillsides.

I’ll drink any Whisky,

Single or blend

White oak cask or not.

So long as it gives me that buzz

And blows my mind.

Inspiring the best

Or worst

In me.

Paul Butters

Celebration

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Smooth pools lull me to slumber.

Tinkling streams play musical tunes

Under sun or moon.

Red sunsets and dawns warm my soul

As birdsong accompanies that sweet

Smell of mowed-lawn grass.

No better time to Celebrate

The Joys of Life.

Let’s celebrate celestial sentience,

Whatever that might be.

Let’s party, laugh and smile.

Paul Butters

Quantum Universe

They say that before every step

You take in life,

You flick a mental coin

Then go left or right

Turn or keep straight on.

In your own universe you go left,

Pop into a café,

Go home and have a nap.

Then carry on those humdrum days.

But that was close!

So close that in an alternative realm

You go right,

Go into a shop,

Buy a lottery ticket

And Win Millions!

For every possibility, the scientists claim,

Is played out

In an Infinite Multiverse.

Somewhere you are King or Queen,

And somewhere else you are about to be shot!

Somewhere you are a fly

Or a bear.

Somewhere my parents are still alive

And everyone is free of ill.

That tuneful Rainbow springs to mind.

Maybe there’s even a Universe

Where everyone is Immortal.

Where God calls in for a cup of tea.

And what we’ve read as fiction

Is all true.

These possibilities are endless and

My imagination strains to picture

All that might just happen.

Somewhere.

We can but Hope.

Paul Butters