Vital

The breathtaking wonders of the universe

Orgasmically explode:

Trillions of stars,

Blindingly bright

With black light.

Black?

Yes, as we can see

But a glimpse

Of their light.

So without US,

All is black

And might as well

Not exist.

We are Vital.

With Us at least

Some light is seen

And admired.

The wonders of our world

And sky

Are acknowledged

And felt

And thought about.

Yet who are “We”?

We are all sentient beings –

Not just humans:

All living things with brains

From ants to whales.

It’s worth remembering that.

Paul Butters

© PB 25\6\2020.

I Told You So

(Picture Credit - AC\DC by Louder)

I told you so!

It must have been a blow

When she let you go.

I said from the start

She was a wicked tart

With an icy heart.

When will we learn?

Please don’t think I’m stern:

She should go to hell and burn.

It’s time to move on,

Sing a different song

Onto pastures new -

You know

What you have to do.

Right now you feel broken –

You know I ain’t joking.

Time will heal,

No matter how bad you feel.

Be more careful next time,

Don’t be the victim of crime.

Sure, you must risk being hurt

Before you can wear the shirt

Of someone loved so true

Just for being you.

Yes, I told you so,

But now you have to let go

And continue the show.

But please listen next time

We see any bad sign

And all should be fine.

Never give up –

You can drink from that cup.

She’s out there for you

And you know what to do.

Just do it.

As though you never blew it.

Rise as high as you can,

There’s a good man.

Paul Butters

© PB 10\6\2020.

Skeggy Lee

Skeggy Lee, Skeggy Lee,

Oh what, oh, you do to me

My Skeggy

My Skeggy Lee hee-hee.

Well, I love that place

And that’s why I love you.

Skeggy Sea, Skeggy Sea

Sandy, sandy, sandy, sandy Skeggy (by the) Sea

Oh Skeggy, my Skeggy free

Oh well I love that place

So I need you Skeggy Lee.

I love you, Skeggy Lee

With a love so rare and true

Oh, Skeggy, Skeggy Lee

Well, I love you so

And I really do mean you.

Yes I love you so

And I want you Skeggy Lee.

Paul Butters

© PB 7\6\2020 (2).

(With due Credit to Buddy Holly’s “Peggy Sue”).

Moody Blues

(Picture Credit - Harley St Stop Smoking Clinic)

When I'm in a bad mood

I'm not a poetic dude –

All I can be is rude.

But when I’m in a Good mood

Those blues get screwed –

And I might even get lewd.

For when I feel good

I walk into the wood

Where my dreams are stood.

I love to bring joy

That will never cloy

Oh boy.

I have the vision

No indecision

Or derision.

See all that beauty,

This might get fruity –

Quite a booty.

But now I must go,

It’s the end of this show,

Cue Cupid’s bow.

Paul Butters

© PB 7\6\2020.

Flowerings

 (Picture Credit - Conde Nast Traveler)

Every year now:

First it’s those trumpeting Daffodils,

Bluebells and Crocuses.

Forsythia Time too.

All manner of colourful blossoms

On trees and shrubs.

Cherry Blossoms abound.

Then a succession of buds

And flowerings.

In my garden alone

We have tall

Some leaning

Pye Plants (as I call them):

Rustic red, pink and white.

Beds of Geraniums,

Some Purple or Blue

Or wide-spreading pink.

My lawn

Decorated with daisies

And buttercups

And unknown bright orange flowers

So orange…

And not forgetting

Those bright yellow Dandelions:

Officially weeds (like Pye Plants)

Yet full of sun.

I take pictures of these each year

But the come out the same

Just about.

More wild Lavateras this time

Maybe

With fewer ferns

(White flowered).

But my trusty roses

Keep coming up with

The goods.

Petal curled within petal.

My beautiful Weigela

Or maybe Abelia

Stands proud

In my back garden

Beneath the Cotoneasters.

A kaleidoscope of blossoming flowers

All attended by swarms

Of humming bees –

An orchestral murmur

Punctuated often

By squabbling sparrow twitterings

And blackbird badgerings.

Sacred gardens

To slumber down in.

Paul Butters

© PB 6\6\2020.