Jacob Gamble: My Great-Nephew (Clerihew)

 

(Jacob by his Mum Nicola)

 

Oh what joy.

A little boy.

Jacob so happy.

A cheerful chappie.

 

Paul Butters





Paul Butters Clerihew 1

(Me by Me)

 

Oh look it’s Paul Butters

Everyone utters.

Let him have his say,

Then send him on his way.

 

Paul Butters

Sergio Aguero - Clerihew 2

(Picture Credit - Sergio Aguero  by Express co uk) 

 

Sergio Aguero:

He’s my hero.

Title-winner against QPR,

The man sure is a Super Star.

 

Paul Butters

Poetry Writing

(Picture Credit - Writing by Macmyth)

 

As I lay dozing in my bed,

I write poetry in my head.

Playing the page with well-worked words,

A mix of adjectives and verbs,

My Voice it resonates with musical sounds

And my imagination knows no bounds.

I like that!

I declare,

So soon I’m rushing down the stairs

To grab my pad.

Scribbling it all down

Did I forget to mention noun?

Forgetting words is just the pits:

That sends me into raging fits.

I’m on my laptop soon enough

To add more verses, off the cuff.

Microsoft Word becomes my home

As now I’m really in the zone.

I just can’t stop myself from doing this I know:

All I can do is let it go.

 

Paul Butters

Meh



 

(Picture Credit - Crayfish Wordpress Dot Com)

 

Meh is what I say

When I feel that way.

It’s all in the expression:

That’s the lesson.

I ain’t a troll

‘Cos I say lol.

Our language is growing,

Toing and froing,

Ask old Mister Owen

(Our English Master back in the day).

I play these words

Along the page,

Hoping for a Golden Age

Of growth.

Not revolution, just evolution;

Some may say pollution

Even ablution.

The constitution

Of Progress.

 

Paul Butters

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