Sensations

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Beautiful Sylvain valleys and grassy savannas sooth my soul,

As here within my compact brain-cave

My mind wanders

Though a Multiverse

Of Realms.

From unfathomable gorges and deep down oceans

Up to soaring skies,

My inner eyes take in

Vistas of Infinity.

Imagination has no limits

Being a blessing and a curse.

Endless dreams of gold and honey

Opposed by fears of monstrous evils

Too horrific to ponder here.

My Id keeps churning up all manner of memories

And creations of the brain,

While in the background

Music plays

Punctuated only

By my Inner Voice.

Words, words keep welling up

From subliminal springs

Deep within my head.

Words, images, sounds

Feelings, tastes and smells,

Reality processed and reformed.

Reality recreated indeed

In finest detail,

A confusion of sights and sounds.

Give me those balmy days,

High in the hills

And low on the plains.

Let me bask in glorious sunshine,

Take a slumberous siesta

Then quaff that golden nectar:

Any brew will do.

Lets be kings and queens

Of the poetic landscape

Enjoying all

That The Muses

Will sing.

 Paul Butters

© PB 26\6\2019.

Glory

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Do not take glory from conquests and wins

Or climbing stairways into ivory towers.

Rather, take glory in Mother Nature’s work

And glorious sunrises and sunsets.

Oh those sun-down colours: reds and golds,

Deep purples backed by azure blue hues.

Every sunset unique

Like every swirl of clouds.

Yes every sky is different.

My mind makes pictures from those clouds

Except on days of formless, fathomless mists.

Beneath these skies

We have a lovely vista

Of trees and savannah.

Satellites show us a wondrous world

Full of amazing sights.

But best of all we have

People

And animals

Of all kind.

Folks with whom to share

This glory

The real glory,

Every day we waken

To greet the new bright day.

Paul Butters

© PB 29\5\2019.

About Being

Being or not being,

Existence or no existence:

That is the fifty-fifty question,

The flip of the coin.

Everything is down to this –

Pure chance.

A celestial bet.

Yet can non-existence exist

Without existence?

Was it all inevitable?

Mathematical formulae

Beyond the mortal mind?

There may be some answer here,

To this cosmic riddle.

But it’s way above

My intellectual scope.

We can choose

Or grow

Our Gods

And hope for spiritual

Redemption.

But fully knowing

What it’s all about

May never be achieved

No matter how hard

We try.

All we can do is make the most

Of what Lady Luck

Has spawned

To us.

Thank Goodness

That we are here,

Take care of our world

And hope

That Life will last.

Paul Butters

© PB 24\5\2019.

Aqua

Our bright blue world

Shines across space

A beautiful beacon

That shouts

Life!

A sphere swathed in clouds

That when seen from the surface

Present endless shapes

Which change from minute to minute.

Shapes never the same thing twice

And on a misty, murky day

Totally formless.

Below these clouds and mists are further clouds:

Of leaves on lofty trees

And flocks of birds.

Swarms of insects

And dust storms in the desert.

But in the greater scheme of things

Ours is an ocean world

Bathed in water.

A Paradise of trees and grass

Dotted with a vast array

Of animal life.

A planet clothed in forest

And flowery meadows:

Providing oxygen for all who breathe.

So all I have to say

Today

Is please don’t cut those forests

Down.

Paul Butters

© PB 8\5\2019.