Nobody Knows

(Picture Credit - Antifan-Real)

Will We live forever?

Nobody knows.

Can we conquer cancer.

Is there life after death.

Will our Universe fade away at the last,

Or will it be reborn.

Will it expand for ever,

Or wax and wane.

Will we ever find the smallest thing,

Or the largest.

Could we really travel through time,

Even to the next star.

Is there a God,

Or race of Gods.

Is this reality

Or just

A computer simulation.

Is there a Heaven

Or Hell,

Or are we reincarnated

To live endless lives.

Can we live forever in flesh

Or just in spirit.

Are there really ghosts

And poltergeists.

What is The Purpose of all this?

Why do we exist?

Yes, why are we here?

Why?

Nobody knows.

Paul Butters

© Paul Butters, 27\10\2012 in Yorkshire.

Dream On

(Picture Credit - Tighe)

Dream on, my friend,

Like me.

Of a future Heaven on Earth,

Or even just a Heaven.

Peace to all Men,

And Women.

Nor more starvation,

Disease

Or Death.

A Paradise in full bloom.

Endless forest, savannas and parklands

Ringed by towering mounts.

Habitats for countless species:

Humanity united with Mother Nature.

Trivial pleasures too.

Leeds United World Champions.

British wins at Wimbledon.

Another World Cup win.

Girls Aloud joining me,

For a fish and chip tea.

More medals in Rio,

Than we got in twenty twelve.

Crank up that warp drive,

Or better still,

Open up that Uniscape

So we can go

Into a parallel universe

Of our choice.

A realm where fiction becomes fact.

Where Captain Kirk is real

And Shatner just a character

On TV.

Where Telletubbies really watch us,

And Father Christmas truly shows his face.

Golden pavements are mere trifles,

And God gives us his grace.

We have to keep on dreaming.

Our hopes must never die.

Just simply keep on dreaming,

No need to reason why.

Paul Butters

© Paul Butters 27\10\2012 (2) in Yorkshire.

Mirror

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Mirror, mirror shining bright,

Bathe me in your silver light.

Who’s the fairest of them all?

Only you can make that call.

You’re the one who shows the truth,

Better than the cleverest sleuth.

You might be a TV screen

Showing things just best unseen.

A doorway into Wonderland

Down routes without you, all unscanned.

A gateway into unknown realms:

I picture countless lofty elms.

Just walk right through that shimmering screen,

To places where you've never been.

Really, though, it’s but a reflection.

I thank you for that kind correction.

There is no monster lurking there,

No need for panic, sweat or prayer.

It’s just a mirror after all,

A pane of glass that can enthral.

The truth, I trust, is all we see,

An image that’s completely free.

Paul Butters

Open Your Mind

(Photo by NASA)

Please come with me

Beyond the beyond.

Look down on space and time.

See everything:

An Odyssey of the mind.

Where all has happened:

Big Bang,

Expanding Universe,

Eden, Fall and technologisation.

Watch history repeat, again and again

Like Groundhog Day,

On countless worlds.

Just look at this,

All of it,

And feel and smell and hear.

Then tell us where we are.

Paul Butters

Dogs

(Max and Promise with Mum by Me)

Those eyes so sad

Watch your tail wag

Our Collie Labrador.

My loyal friend,

Love can never end:

We Love you more and more.

You have a mate,

A constant date,

She rolls all over the floor.

A lab and beagle partnership,

Bonnie and Clyde I quip:

Max and Promise at the door.

I take them for long walks,

And Max, he almost talks,

They know the score.

They’re on their way,

They’re here to stay,

They’ll never bore.

Promise prances,

And Max dances

All over that floor.

They lick my face,

Tongue-curled embrace:

That’s just what dogs are for.

Paul Butters

Aire Valley

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(Pictures of Aire Valley from myself)

Up here amongst the Dales

There is a magic everywhere.

These rolling hills, all draped in mist

Seduce my senses with their rustic charm.

From high above: my sister’s loft,

Oh what a view!

The valley of The Aire: just set

Before me like an open map.

These towns and villages, all pasted on those undulating hills.

Above, the ever changing clouds right now are drifting, aimlessly along.

A tree-dot landscape smothered by those clinging mists.

The clouds roll on, imperiously

Lording over everything:

A land all shrouded in mystery.

Paul Butters

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Clouds

The clouds play out their dramas,

As they scurry across the sky.

All shapes and sizes,

Even faces,

In my mind’s eye.

They hug the hills with mist sometimes,

Or blend into golden, blood-red, blue tinged

Sunsets.

Cloud castles,

Ocean liners on a pure glass sea.

An endless variety of forms,

From dull featureless grey

To swirling poetry.

Different every day.

Paul Butters

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