Dream

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When I sleep and dream

All laws of Physics go right out of the window.

At once

I’m in a room

Yet out in the open streets.

Turn my back on the house

And it is gone

No matter where I search.

There is Mum and Dad

And many more

No longer with us now.

Sometimes I recall they are dead

And ask them of their afterlife

But their answers make no sense.

At other times

People change from one to another

Or even morph into objects

Or animals

Or anything.

While dreaming

Stories and memories pop into my head

Often false

From nowhere.

I set out to do something

Only to get frustrated and lost.

Stress dreams just before I wake.

Dreams of jobs I hated

And piles of paperwork.

Dreams of the past, present and future.

No Tardis required.

All space and time

Thrown together

In the whirlwinds of my mind.

Yet the good news is

That sometimes I can fly.

Paul Butters

© PB 17\9\2018.

Oh My

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Paul Butters

© PB 10\9\2018.

Keeping Occupied

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We watch our mobiles and our tellies,

TV on the internet,

Internet on the TV,

On the mobile.

Our lives are spent

Immersed in soaps

And reality TV.

Hours and hours

Of subsidised sport

And fake news.

Daily quizzes

And Jeremy Kyle

To keep us occupied

And Boredom at bay.

Like zombies we stare at our mobiles

Almost colliding

With people on the street.

Oh yes we chat

And message and text

With folk we’ve never met

Presuming they are real.

We play out time,

Betting and scheming:

Fantasy Leagues

And Facebook,

Snapchat and God knows what.

Occupying our addictive minds

Until the Grim Reaper comes.

“Comfortably numb” until the end.

Paul Butters

8\9\2018.

Sing

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Oh let’s sing

Church bells ring

Dingaling ling.

Sing out loud

Boldly and proud

Enormous crowd.

Hear those chants

You debutants

Some breathless pants.

Poetry starts here,

Perhaps with a beer

Ask Shakespeare.

Oral tradition

An ongoing mission

So start the audition.

A memorable rhyme

Lasts for all time

Let’s make it chime.

Free verse is still fine

Bring in the wine

And vary the line.

Who cares if it scans

You grammatical fans

We don’t need your plans.

So free up your souls

Whatever your goals

And loose those controls.

Yes let your heart sing

A bird on the wing

Tingaling ling.

If singing’s your thing

Think what you’ll bring

Tingaling ding.

Paul Butters

© PB 7\9\2018.