Everyone Dies

(Picture Credit - God Letting Go by PD Mag com)

Life clings on

In deserts, ice sheets and hot acid pools.

Those selfish genes persist:

Batons in a Marathon relay race.

Generation follows generation.

Clone adds to clone.

So life spreads:

The mightiest empire,

Covering all the globe.

A world full of living wonders.

All manner of plants, insects and animals.

Oceans teeming with fish.

From tropical paradise

To awesome glaciers.

We must be mindful

Of this glorious beauty.

Mother Nature reigns supreme.

Sing and rejoice,

Party hard

And put aside

The awful truth -

That in the end

Everyone dies.

Paul Butters

© PB 26\7\2018.

It's Over

(Picture Credit - Evening Standard - Jack Wilshire - Iceland Defeat)

It’s over, all over.

Our dreams have faded away.

Blackest January sadness blights July.

England beaten by Croatia

In The World Cup.

We reached the semi final

For the first time since 1990

Only to lose in extra-time:

Failing to see the danger

With our very youthful eyes.

So much to be proud of.

So much better than before.

We should have scored a hat-full,

But see the final score:

(One – two).

I really do hate losing

Whatever I watch or play.

It really will be ages

Before this pain fades away.

My defeats I long remember,

It’s from these things I learn.

Seeking to be a winner,

My inner passions burn.

We’re building to the Euros,

On in two year’s time.

Well ahead of schedule,

So losing’s not a crime.

The World Cup stays way out there,

Hopefully just on loan,

For in the hearts of England

Football has come home.

Paul Butters

© PB 12\7\2018.

Coming Home

(Picture Credit-Daily Express)

You know the song

So bring it on.

Football is the theme,

And England is our team.

We invented the modern game,

So losing is a shame.

But we are going to win.

Let the celebrations begin.

Bring on Croatia,

We know we can outpace ya.

As for France,

We’ll lead them a merry dance.

If it’s Belgium we’re happy too,

They always let you through.

Though nothing is ever certain,

Until the final curtain.

We’re owed (a lot) from Lady Luck,

But so long as we win, I don’t give a…

It’s time we won again,

Making boys into men.

I really hope we win:

Prepare for quite a din.

History could be made

That will never ever fade.

Paul Butters

© PB 9\7\2018.

Things That Bother Me

(Picture Credit - Google\Pinterest)

Things that bother me:

Here on Planet Paul

In my sunshine bubble,

With its tempering, shielding clouds.

Where do I start?

Well, let’s begin with half-empty glass people.

For them the world is but a wicked place,

Full of evil and corruption

Crime and drugs

Like Milton’s bottomless perdition.

So then they wonder why they suffer

From depression

As they whinge about every little thing

From plastic beer glasses

To the tint of my sunglasses

To everything I do

Or anybody else

Who seeks to see

That glass:

Half Full.

And then we have The Outraged

Flanked by The Offended:

The PC Brigade –

As sensitive as a swollen red foot,

Suffering from a bout of gout.

Constantly on the lookout

For the slightest smear

Against their race, gender, religion

Or sexual orientation

Or anything else about which

They have the proverbial

Chip on the shoulder.

Outraged, offended, outraged

You bigot, sexist, blah blah phobic

Piece of excrement!

Well sorry you lot,

Whichever clan you’re from

(Maybe both!)

For I refuse to go your way.

I’ll keep seeking all that’s good in this world

And try to keep that glass half full.

I assert my right to freedom of speech:

To express my opinion

And say what I think.

For “harassment” is inevitable

When there are people about

With differing views.

Not forgetting

That some are quite insane.

Each one of us is beautifully unique:

A thing to be respected

If only tolerated

But cherished,

In the name of Love.

Paul Butters

© PB 9\7\2018.