Time to Rhyme and Shine

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Time to rhyme and shine

All will be fine

Give me some wine

I rarely do rhyming lines

Prefer lines of rhymes

Rhymes within those lines

“Internal rhyme”

At least in this time line.

The summer sun has been summoned

So don’t be glum there in your slum

Ignore the scum, have some rum and chat with mum

But don’t be dumb and talk with a plumb

Strum that guitar with your fingers or thumb

Let that music hum

Watch them scrum for a crumb.

Just can’t wait to get into a transcendental state

From words that have some weight

To lead us through the gate

To poetic heaven

Paul Butters

© PB 4\2\2020.

Why I Write

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I love music

But can only sing flat.

And I can’t play musical instruments

With their baffling array of keys or strings.

So, I try to write music with words.

For I also love to write.

Distant misty hills beckon my soul

To fly amongst banks of swirling clouds

Then up into the stars.

The impossible mystery of infinity intrigues me:

Beyond, beyond, beyond, beyond…

Endless stories unfold before us

(Yes, you can come too!)

Eternity that has no horizon.

I love to love

My love,

For love makes the world go round

Or so I heard.

I love all plants and animals

And people too:

All that Mother Multiverse has spawned

And reared.

Love is all we need

They sang

And they were right.

So let’s get loved up

With lorra loving.

Feel that love.

For that’s why I write.

Paul Butters

© PB 3\2\2020.

Repetition

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Repetition is the best petition.

Drive that refrain into your brain.

It’s my mission.

Driven on by Stewart Copeland the musician.

Drums and dance

Send me into a trance.

Transcendental music

Any way you choose it.

Repetition, repetition, repetition

Just as potent as nuclear fission.

Sometimes, for me, it’s just too much.

As crazy as Screaming Lord Sutch.

Yet here I make a telling submission

About the power of repetition

As beautiful as a painting by Titian.

A composition to appeal to your cognition

To get you into a better condition

Without transition.

There are four hundred and ninety rhymes

Of repetition

And that’s not something from superstition.

But I’d better avoid a war of attrition

Even with your kindly permission.

It’s great to prance

And have a dance.

I’m glad you’ve given

This poem a glance

To give its rhythms every chance.

My aim is to enhance

And cut through the boredom like a lance.

Poems are music

Poems are Romance

So let’s advance

Then make a stance.

That’s my position.

Paul Butters

© PB 2\2\2020 (first line written 31\1 then notes made 1\2). Final line added 3\2.

(Poem inspired by Stewart Copeland's TV series "Adventures in Music" on BBC 4).