Fountains

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Fountains of flowers, growing so fast.

Such a shame that none of them last.

Summer blossoms soon will wane,

They’ll be back next year again.

Bees await the autumn flowers,

Checking out the wooded bowers.

Twittering blackbirds guard their land:

Will their fights get out of hand?

Swallows swoop with arcing wings,

Ever returning for endless Springs.

It’s early July, just past midsummer,

Every green leaf is a newcomer.

Earlier dawn and longer light,

Durable daylight and shorter night.

British weather will still prevail:

Sunny spells and storms with hail.

Winter always is a bummer,

I thank Goodness we have our Summer.

Paul Butters

Towards World Peace

World Peace!

Are you an idealist’s dream

Never to be achieved?

Were the Beatles’ Loving words

In vain?

Or can we get there?

Can we build a world

Where no-one Hates?

For that’s the first step:

Stop Hating!

Abandon your lust for land

Wealth and Power.

Learn to love those different from

Yourself.

We need a new approach.

We maybe need a Government of The World,

Democratically elected.

I’ve no idea who might set this up.

But we need it badly.

We need someone to share the world’s resources

So that no-one has to fight

Just to get a drink or bite to eat.

I search my soul,

To find that I myself am wanting.

Old hates still burn my brain.

I recall some people I would hurt

For what they did to me

In days gone by.

So I meditate,

Seeking to soothe my troubled soul.

For, if I can find some peace within myself,

Well, that’s a start.

Paul Butters

Brexit

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On the twenty third of June, anniversary of my father’s death,

The United Kingdom voted to LEAVE the European Union.

It was a close-run thing:

Fifty two percent to forty eight,

Though over a million votes between.

A result that will go down in the annals of history.

Another vote the pollsters and bookmakers got wrong.

I voted Leave, confidently expecting to Lose!!!

My friends were split in two

As Remainers became ReMOANers!

For I’m now branded a nationalist, bigoted racist

Who has made a massive mistake.

But I insist: Britain has Rejoined the World

And Our Commonwealth.

We are reborn

So sure there will be teething troubles.

We’ll have to learn to walk and talk again.

Cast off your gloom, Remainers!

Rejoice the brand new day.

Britain can be great again

As the dawn chorus resonates around the globe.

Opportunity smiles down on us.

It won’t be easy,

But when ever was it so???

The Phoenix rises,

Unfurling its golden wings…

Paul Butters

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