Cosmic Dance

The Cosmic Dance

Sends me into a trance.

I do love space

It’s really ace.

What more can I say?

I need more pay!

Speckled stars

Form The Milky Way.

Star Trekking I’d love to do.

Talk about a room with a view.

All those planets, all those stars,

From exoplanets to sandy Mars.

Space they call the final frontier,

Others would rather stay right here.

Sunny Earth is the place to be,

Roaming widely, running free.

See those palm trees,

On those shores.

In that soft breeze

The great outdoors.

Grasp the day,

That’s the thing to do.

Make it pay,

It’s down to you.

Paul Butters

© PB 24\10\2017 (2) – First two lines written 1.20 AM in my paper diary.

Religion

There probably IS a “God”:

Some supreme power and intellect

Who rules the Realms.

Define your God, if you will.

There may be many gods around

Throughout the vastness of the universe

For us to pray to too.

Did God Create our Universe?

Who knows?

But what do I care?

All I want to know

Is what’s in it for me?

Will I get but a pittance

Of a few decades of Life?

Or will I live on in some afterlife,

Reincarnation or whatever?

This may sound selfish

But as I say,

I don’t care.

I resent the certainty of Death,

With every fibre of my soul.

Atheists give me no comfort here:

Only Religion gives some Hope,

Despite our history of “Holy Wars”.

So what can I Believe in now?

What Faith can sooth my soul?

Only Hope.

Paul Butters

One World

Swirling worlds whirl around many stars,

Throughout the depths of space.

Rocky planets like Earth or Mars,

Put there by God’s Good Grace.

Stars born from cloudy nebulae – dust and gas.

Suns like grains of sand upon a beach.

Some many times our own Sun’s mass,

Further away than our minds can reach.

Our little Earth, so gloriously blue.

Teeming with life, it’s oh so true.

Planet Paradise we take for granted.

Why can’t we see that we’re enchanted?

Worlds like ours are very rare,

Though there may be others way out there.

The human race can be a parasite,

Draining the soil with technological might.

We have to fight against this destruction.

Conservation is my instruction.

Cherish All Life is what I say,

Loving Nature the only way.

Wellbeing for all must be our creed.

Don’t be tempted by ravenous greed.

We have one Life and just one World,

So there it is, my flag’s unfurled.

Paul Butters

Alliteration

(Picture Credit - Macmyth)

Alliteration and assonance
Are what we need to make words dance.

Pretty poetic practices percolate the page,

As apples happily meet our approval and appreciation.

Words have music

As surely as the sun

Gives light.

And all these things

Are older than the hills.

Paul Butters