Mist

(Picture Credit - Long Lee in Mist by Myself)

Mysterious, mist-kissed hills dismiss my dismal disdain

For Life’s strivings in the ivy wired mire.

Budding blossoms embrace my burgeoning bliss-filled bosom,

As my soul soars into the seething skies.

 

My wings are beating with breathless wonder,

My imagination sends me to a destination

Beyond discrimination, defying appellation,

But not exclamation, at this elevation.

 

Smooth pools of cool blue hue contrast with cliffs

That overhang the huddled houses

Of the hillside village

On the way to who knows where.

 

The mists are shifting, ever drifting

Hiding everything

Except the mountain tops.

A new dimension might await us

Always moving as

Our journey never stops.

 

Paul Butters

Peace



 

(Picture Credit - Cambridge CCTV Org Website)

 

 

No more warring over God knows what.

No fretting over business matters.

Embrace the silence that precedes the dawn,

Or settles over a red-horizoned twilight.

 

Just chill on a slumbering beach licked

By a rippling ocean, as the sun sinks down.

Breathe deep and slowly and stay calm as you recline

On softening waves of slumbering sand.

 

Imbibe that smooth clear golden beer, its snowy head

Soothing your taste buds as it slithers down your throat.

Enjoy the glow of a chasing-whisky

As it spreads to parts that only it can reach.

 

Lay back and slumber down to dreaming

Peaceful scenes: remembering happy days

When all was well with the world in which you lived.

 

Sleep well, surrounded by peaceful people:

Miles of smiles from folk just loving life.

 

Paul Butters

Me

 

As far as I’m concerned I am The One.

Just like “The Matrix” I agree.

I hate to be so selfish saying this

But it’s the truth I have to say.

 

I never did find Love I must confess,

So egocentric I just have to be.

I love my parents and my sister too,

But in the end it’s me who faces all

That Life will throw my way.

 

And when I die, then you will too

As far as I’m concerned.

 

No suicide bombing for me my friend,

No martyrdom for me.

Survival Instinct is my god,

Self-preservation is my creed.

 

I offer no apology

Self-centred I may well just be.

The bigger picture holds no sway,

I’ll just keep living day by day.

 

Paul Butters

Get Your Finger Out

(Picture Credit - Burton Group com)

 

 

Get your finger out!

I hear you shout.

Give Life a clout.

 

But what’s it all about?

What does it mean?

Out of what?

A hole in a gun?

Or your bum?

 

How do you think I sit?

Is my finger covered

In something not too pleasant?

 

So you think I’m lazy!

You must be crazy.

I’ve worked off my socks

Yet I’m tied to the stocks.

 

We are ALL in this mess,

Yes it’s time to fess.

Too much wrong in this world:

Time our flag was unfurled.

 

To do nothing is bad,

From Rome to Riyadh.

Don’t want to feel sad:

We’d rather be glad

That we acted

Without being distracted.

 

So get that flipping finger out!

 

Paul Butters

How Dare You?



 

(Picture Credit - Angry Woman by Penny Maxwell)

 

How dare you treat me like this?

You must be taking the Mick.

Have you no respect to pay?

Will you just send me

On my way?

 

The problem’s Yours my friend.

With you I can’t contend.

You are just me, me, me.

You’ve left me totally free.

 

I’m better off alone,

With no-one in my zone.

 

You’re such a bigot and a snob

And nothing but a knob

Who fobs me off

With drivel

From your gob.

 

Your haughty arrogance makes me mad

As you are nothing but a cad.

Okay so you have all the power,

And over me you sure do tower.

But don’t be thinking that I’ll cower:

I glower waiting for my hour,

For my dog’s day

When You I shall devour!

 

Paul Butters

Alesha Dixon

(Picture Credit - Alesha BGT Judge by Tellymix co uk)

There’s nowt like some rapping

To get my feet tapping.

Alesha Dixon’s the vixen

That got me mixin’

Today.

Saw her on a recording

Doing rap for Piers Morgan.

That might be pararhyme –

At best -

But who gives a dime.

Just feel like rhyming

With impeccable timing.

Let’s shimmer and shammer

And give it some hammer.

Alesha’s sure got glitter

There’s no gal fitter

No wonder she is

All over Twitter.

She’s as smooth and silky

As a pint of bitter.

These rhymes

Like chimes

Make me feel so fine.

Well that’s me done now

I don’t quite know how

This mood came over me.

It is infectious

She leaves me breathless

But hey I’m out of time,

What a crime.

Paul Butters

Existence

(Picture Credit - Mongolia by Telegraph co uk)

Nothing is not black

It has no colour.

The blackness of space is black

But nothing is nothing.

No light or dark,

No taste or smell

Or touch.

Nothing cannot know it is nothing

No more than we can know

When we are gone.

Our transient existence is a blessing

Here on Earth, beneath the Sun.

Sunshine shining, blindingly bright

Upon the foliage

Of Paradise bathed in light.

Paul Butters