Today

 

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We friended on Facebook,

Scrolled down our profile pages.

Lived together in a virtual world.

Our images and websites we shared

With Instagram incisiveness.

 

Meet all my friends.

Block any you do not like.

All busy we are, doing nothing.

Like if you agree.

 

Laptops were not enough.

Users subscribed to Smartphones,

Iphones, and God knows what.

Google them if you wish.

 

And if you like my words

Retweet them.

But beware!

I now use words like lol,

And even WTF!

Hehe.

 

Sometimes I multitask,

Flicking TV channels

Like a Subbuteo striker –

Gone virtual by now I guess.

Flicking and flipping while I scroll

My laptop page.

 

I make new tabs

As I message many friends:

Emoticons exploding

All along the way.

 

I’m Tivo-boxing clever

All the time,

King of my domain.

 

So get your VDU lit up

And monitor my words.

Download my thoughts

Into your memory banks.

 

I hope this all computes.

 

Paul Butters

The One Mind

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Quarks, photons, gluons: sub-atomic particles:

Quantum fluctuations

That wink in and out of existence.

Where do they come from?

Where do they go?

 

There must be somewhere else.

Somewhere beyond our space and time.

Outside our multiverse,

Our Realm.

A parallel dimension next to ours.

 

Heaven?

Who knows?

 

We ourselves are made of particles:

Many a water molecule,

Blinking in and out.

So in effect we are dead

As often as alive.

 

But am I God?

Are We God (assuming You are Real)?

Yet we have little power.

We can’t be God.

 

Maybe We are The One Mind,

Dreaming all together.

Dream Creations in our very own Dreams.

Within our virtual, mortal shells.

 

We are caught in an infinite,

Vibrating energy stream,

Perceiving an illusory Virtual World,

Living the Dream together indeed:

The One Mind.

 

Paul Butters

Filming

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Film and television cameras:

Roving eyes for many of us.

But are We the cameras on the world

For an audience somewhere out there

Beyond the stars?

 

Our world: a studio for countless films.

The animal race a production crew

For programmes watched by spirit beings.

 

And who collects these reels of Life?

Where is The Director?

What Company employs us all?

 

Those with feelings of Déjà vu do ask:

Which Take are we doing now?

And Minds of Science claim

We can Forward Fast or Rewind.

 

It’s one great mystery of course:

The longest journey of them all.

A soap opera to beat all others:

This film called “Life”.

 

Paul Butters

Paradise Found 2

One day I found myself in Paradise,

Completely out the blue.

I don’t recall a warning:

From nothing I came through.

 

Into a new dimensional realm

I sprang:

Into a world so vast.

 

A planet out there somewhere,

In icy space so lost

A Universe not crossed.

 

A world so full of life,

Of sweeping seas

And towering trees.

 

A place so beautiful,

Beyond compare.

We stand and stare.

 

All peopled by

Multi-coloured multitudes

From which the radiance of sentient life exudes.

 

To where had I escaped?

You may well ask.

So let’s unmask:

 

The loveliest world of all,

For what it’s worth.

A heaven of the heavens:

Our planet Earth.

 

Paul Butters

Writer's Block

 

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Authors moan of Writer’s Block:

They can’t unpick their inner lock.

A black expanse is all they see

Their rhymes are but a tragedy.

 

“The Block” is writers’ constipation,

A failure of imagination.

What laxative is there for this?

You feel like you’ve been sent to Dis.

 

Oh where did those ideas go?

That blank page fills them full of woe.

Play with words is what I say,

Then soon a poem is on its way.

 

Don’t try so hard is my advice:

Perfection can be such a vice.

Watch telly, films, anything you like,

And let your mind just take a hike.

 

Listen to music by all means,

Like you used to in your teens.

Watch the news, or take a stroll,

Drag yourself out of that hole.

 

Take a nap whenever you like,

Sleep will get you ready to strike.

Toy with words again I say:

Best inspiration springs from play.

 

Paul Butters

Clerihews

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Remember David Beckham

The footballing great from Peckham.

He would always bend it

So no-one could defend it.

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Remember Johnny Giles

A player with all the wiles.

In midfield he did scheme:

For Leeds he was a dream.

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Ping Pong World Champ Andrew Baggaley,

Wow that lad can really play.

Dethroned the “King” who came from Russia,

Then 1966d that kid from somewhere near Prussia.

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I’m Cameron, call me Dave,

Power I do crave.

I’ll tell any story

To con you into voting Tory.

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Oh Nick Clegg,

Why did you have to beg

For a Tory-led Coalition,

Sending the Lib-Dems into Perdition?

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Write a Clerihew:

It’s easy to do.

Two rhyming couplets of any length:

Short and simple, that’s its strength.

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Nicole Scherzinger,

What a messenger.

A Friend so loyal,

Regally royal.

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Quite a stink was created by Martin,

That's because he kept on....er.....departing.

His verses are so really clever:

Cheer us up in any weather.

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All hail be to great Don Newton,

Always had a winning solution.

Played table tennis with flashing blade,

A Legend that will never fade.

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A Clerihew

Just for you.

Find a rhyme for a name,

Play the poetry game.

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That sporting bloke Dave Wagstaff

Played a lot of wiff waff.

That’s table tennis to me and you,

Waggy loves football and plays music too.

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(on request) –

That (nee) Butters girl Elisabeth,

Her enemies find her the kiss of death!

Us Butterses don’t mess about,

Watch out or you will get a clout.

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My sister Joan is now called Priestley,

A name that only rhymes with beastly (true!).

This family has a great tradition,

And Joan is such a fine addition.

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Elizabeth Squires:

Aussie poet who inspires.

Mistress of so many a form,

Soon to take the world by storm.

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My elder nephew’s called Nick Gamble,

Around the world he loves to ramble.

Always doing film production,

This lad needs no introduction.

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My younger nephew, he’s called Phill. (His parents can’t spell).

On the stage he plays to thrill.

Acts any character, even a dame;

He’s master of the drama game.

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My good friend Sandra Hall,

Is really on the ball.

When she plays tennis,

She’s a menace.

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What can you say about Paula Shaw?

The only word has got to be phwoar!

Labour Party’s pin up girl.

Come on Paula, give us a twirl.

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a)     A Clerihew

Is what I do\worth a view\just for you\rhyming couplets two…

b)    My Clerihews

Are in the news, getting views, you can’t refuse, do not abuse (They only poke fun)…

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Harden Chip Shop Trace,

For service that is ace.

See how she wraps that Haddock,

Eat your heart out, Fanny Craddock.

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Olly Murs

Alecia purrs.

She’d have him singing his song

Wearing a thong.

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A Better Way

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There has to be a better way.

Than endless warring,

Selfish ways

And committing countless crimes:

Robbing Peter to pay Paul.

 

Go look:

Beyond beyond:

Infinity eternal,

Eternal infinity,

Infinite eternity,

Eternity infinite.

The home of God,

In all its splendour.

 

Then see,

Within yourself:

I say again:

Heaven is in us,

Somewhere.

 

Paul Butters