Becalmed

(Picture Credit - Ducati)

The sea has gone to sleep:

Become a mirror of the sky.

Lapping onto the land

With subtle churnings.

It’s a brightly sunny day,

Uplifting the spirits.

Hardly a hint of breeze

As the tide creeps out.

I slumber in the languidness of Willy’s beer.

All angst buried as I settle down to sleep.

That mighty, massive ocean is so still now.

Its monsters have been well and truly put to bed.

Blue sky

With lightly painted clouds upon the horizon.

My porch is warm today

In the golden sun.

Paul Butters

Unfair World

From nation to nation

All around the world

The Ruling Class

Though many times outnumbered

By the rest

Sit bathing in the sun

In their Ivory Towers:

Born to Richness

Whilst millions of Poor

Just starve to death.

Hordes and hordes of people,

Without clean water

Or food

Or a stable roof over their heads.

No medicine, or Education, or Anything

That Costs.

Governments give “Aid” to other governments

To “feed the poor”,

But we all know what happens…

What we need is a “Government of The World”,

Or some Benevolent Despot to Rule us all.

Anything must be better

Than the impotent UN

Or these shambolic “nations” –

Puppets of Globalisation.

Revolution threatens –

It often does –

Until the rulers appease us

With token concessions

And brainwash us

Though The Media,

So called “Education”

And Religious Dogma.

When will we learn?

Where is Democracy and Love?

But, bound by Political Correctness,

Woe betide if we Complain.

The Cold War continues,

So all we can do

Is soldier on

For The Common Good.

Paul Butters

Jacob's Ladder - to The Future

(Jacob)

The generations rumble on,

I know no reason why.

We build our countless tower-blocks,

Reaching to the sky.

Jacob is our newest one.

He’s only two years old.

Who knows what things he’s going to see?

Great nephew who’ll have…great stories to be told.

We saw men land upon The Moon,

For him it will be Mars.

His kids may go much further,

Even to the Stars.

He’s such a cheery chappie,

Chapman his mum’s maiden name!

I hope he will stay cheerful,

Though Life’s a funny old game.

I hope the world gets better,

For him and all his peers.

I’m sure he’ll be a pacesetter,

And not too many tears.

So here’s to futures bright,

For Jacob and the rest.

May there always be plenty of light,

Let’s wish them all the best.

Paul Butters