A Metaphor

(Picture Credit - Writing by MacMyth)

 

A metaphor, the ultimate actor.

Let’s mix it into a Whisky blend.

To rhyme or not to rhyme,

That is the question.

Let’s go for no.

That metaphor –

A fusion of words and meanings.

Compound image.

Subtle synthesis of correlations coalesced.

Marriage of minds.

Beyond comparison.

The poet, weaver of words,

Composing symphonies

Of spoken sounds.

Mixing metaphors:

Chemical brews

Of nectar,

For all to savour

In the theatre

Of the written page.

Paul Butters

I Am

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Some say that when I die

My soul will fly

Into some newborn life

Human or otherwise.

So that could mean that I myself

Am full of older souls

Who once were kings or queens

Knights, paupers, heroes or villains:

Anyone that will have lived

And died already.

But since our living numbers ever expand

It could even be

That I am a new soul

Totally free of the past.

And all this that I write right here,

Could equally apply to YOU

My friend.

I find some comfort in

These radical thoughts,

Though others prefer

Nirvana.

(Freedom from the cycle of life and death).

Paul Butters

Troll

(Internet Troll by Bit Social Media)

A Note to myself and You:

NEVER ANSWER A TROLL.

“Don’t feed the Trolls” they say,

So don’t reply to them.

(Delete or block them if you can).

Let their bile or guile stand alone,

So that others can see

What bad people they are.

Ignore them completely.

Leave them to drown in the Silence.

Paul Butters

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