Emotion

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All that emotion

What a commotion.

Sadness, hate and love

Heavens above!

 

So much yearning

Not much earning.

Floods of tears,

Constant fears.

Jumps of joy,

Boy oh boy!

 

Feelings deep

That make you weep.

Time to fashion

Love and passion.

 

We love our lovers, friends and pets,

Our siblings and cousins too.

Not forgetting Mum and Dad,

For without them, what would we do?

 

So keep on loving, that’s what I say –

Love all living things

Every day.

 

Paul Butters

 

© PB 28\1\2021.

Wordsong

 

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Wordsong, wordsong,

Lovely as birdsong.

Could be a Pop Song,

But never a Swansong.

 

Could be a rap,

And all that rubbish.

For Rap is easy,

Lemon squeezy.

But rap has beat

And words that repeat.

Rap has rhyme

Nearly every time.

Rap even has metre –

Who can beat her?

 

Yet wordsong is melodious too,

Giving us a worldly view.

Poems of love and dedication

Even human emancipation.

Whoops I’m slipping back -

Back into that addictive rap.

 

You must remember to read out loud –

Silver lining on every cloud.

Poetic landscapes catch our gaze,

Brightening up our mundane days.

 

The river of life keeps flowing on,

Iambic metre our beating heart.

Read it like you’re singing a song,

Write it whether or not it’s Art.

 

So play those words

So full of feeling

Just like the birds

And so appealing.

 

Paul Butters

 

© PB 27\1\2021.

Another Spring

 

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Sing out long and loud

Feel the joy around

Spring is on the way

Dawning of the day

 

Dawning of the year

Daffies nearly here

Thrusting through the ground

No longer earthbound

 

Bluebells and snowdrops too

With crocuses coming through

From bulbs hidden in the soil

Life is on the boil

 

The rhythm of life is changing

Always re-arranging

Looking to the summer

For winter made us glummer.

 

Looking forward with hope

Rose tinted telescope

I can hardly wait

For now I just anticipate.

 

Paul Butters

 

© PB 21\1\2021.

 

Inspired by “Times Like These” song, originally by Dave Grohl (of The Foo Fighters).

Guilty Secrets

 

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We all carry Guilt.

Things we did

Or should have done.

Actions taken when red mist descended,

Hot blackness deep inside,

Or when we ran scared

Like a startled rabbit.

 

Sometimes we were just plain mean:

Doing things

Too bad to confess.

At times we “did our job”,

Knowing full well

That it was wrong.

 

We hate ourselves for what we did:

Adrenaline taking over

As we exploded and lashed out.

Cruel acts and gutting dumpings:

Things best unsaid.

 

But no good beating ourselves up.

No point blaming ourselves

For things we did as callow youths.

We cannot always help

What we do.

To err is human,

As they say.

 

We all have our flaws and demons:

Personality defects and fears.

Some have  anger issues

And autistic traits.

Fear of commitment,

Emotional dimness

And many other such things.

Stuff of heartbreak

And sorrow.

 

I, for one, never did relationships –

Just didn’t understand

What they were about.

So I was bound to do wrong

Sometime.

 

All stuff for lyrics of songs:

Songs of drifting apart

And breaking up.

Material mounting into Everests

Of angst.

 

But worry not.

We are not alone.

For evil acts,

Trouble and strife,

Division and violent clashes:

They all seem to be the general way

In these trying

Modern times.

 

Plenty to work on

In our collective quest

For Peace,

Including peace of mind.

 

Paul Butters

 

© PB 17\1\2021.

 

(Poem inspired by watching a recording of “Top of the Pops New Year 2021 Special”).