Just 4 U

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K, so here’s the deal,

English will change,

Goi!

Gr8 eh?

Lol.

B4u know it, all changed.

Fyi some call it Textese or SMS Language.

But through will become thru

And though of course tho

Anyway.

Goi.

K so this poem might not trend,

But I’m way ahead of my time,

That’s my Msg.

N2u tho that may b.

That things must change,

That is.

8 it don’t u?

Such g9.

Scary Tbh.

4 me and 4u.

(Bm&y).

(I prefer you as yu it’s tru)

Just Gfi is wot I say.

Even when Prw!

Somy?

Sotmg.

Soz

Laters – Sbtsbc.

Ttfn and bfn.

Say.

Sit my friend.

Paul Butters

Forbidden Planet

(Picture Credit - Forbidden Planet by Tix dot is)

This planet orbits a yellow sun like ours.

It is in the Optimum Zone to support life.

Sure enough it has a wide variety of flora and fauna.

Highly intelligent life has evolved in its seas and oceans.

Its continents, however, are dominated by a species of primates.

Over the past 300 of the planet’s years they have developed

Some fairly high technology.

But they remain carnivores

Who regularly commit genocide.

They cut down swathes of natural forest

To grow chemically protected

Genetically modified nutrition-sources.

And they mine their planet empty

Of its mineral riches.

The planet’s ecosystem is being rapidly destroyed

By them.

Socially and psychologically they remain primitive.

Yet they possess the means to blow their world

To pieces.

With heavy heart I have to advise

We sign this planet

“No Entry: Off Limits”

For the foreseeable future.

“Forbidden” indeed.

A planet we call MW Orion 8478-3

That its natives call

That ever so common name:

“Earth”.

Paul Butters

Love's Labours

(Picture Credit - Chippy by RAF (Ironically))

I took her for some fish and chips,

We had a reight good time.

The two of us kept locking lips,

It really int a crime.

But then she saw this pilot bloke:

It really wasn’t fair.

Though I’m a super Trekkie clerk,

She saw me as a square.

What she saw in him I’ll never know,

There really was no reason.

But off she went with him, oh no!

It felt just like a treason.

Those fish and chips are getting cold,

With no-one there to eat ‘em.

Them mushy peas have gone to waste, be told,

But she prefers to cheat ‘em.

There are more fish in the sea they say,

And now I’m talking females.

Every dog will have his day,

I’d better watch my emails.

Paul Butters

Me and You

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I’m The One,

But so are You.

It all depends

On your point of view.

I write,

You read.

I sow

The seed.

No love songs

You will get from me.

Nothing sentimental:

Bull-dropping free.

We share this world

You and I.

Together we can

Reach the sky.

Your imagination I will seek

To fire.

Whenever I can,

I will inspire.

Well, dear Viewer-Reader,

It’s time to go.

I hope you enjoyed

This “Poetry Show”.

Paul Butters

First Love

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It started when she said Hello

Over forty years ago.

She was the only one to do so I suppose.

My heart was twanged

And I wanted her so bad.

Still it pains me so today,

I couldn’t find the words to say.

All I got was unrequited-love sick blues.

I couldn’t eat a thing

For weeks on end.

At a party she sat alone,

Seemingly aloof,

‘Til someone else stepped in...

Hindsight says she didn’t like me anyway:

She criticised my teenage spots

And the way I danced.

I wasted so much time on her,

Spurning others for my senseless crush.

Giving up only when her long distance boyfriend appeared.

Since then I’ve always guarded

Against getting emotionally involved

Before being socially involved.

It has been said that I’m aloof,

Staying on the fringe,

Avoiding commitment.

You have to take that risk

They say,

There is no other way.

I’ve seen the pain that “Love” can bring,

Romantic songs I will not sing.

I’d rather stay here on the shelf,

Peacefully living with myself.

Paul Butters

Lazy Sunday

(Picture Credit - Marc Anthony Lounging by Brownplanet com)



Ease your way

Into Sunday,

Monday’s here soon enough.

Friday’s best,

Time to rest,

The week was tough.

 

Boozeday Tuesday is okay

I must say

And Table Tennis Thursday ain’t bad too.

Wednesday’s fish and chips are yummy –

They fill my tummy,

Washed down with a brew.

 

I love Saturday sport,

Who would have thought

I’d get set in my ways?

Such is my week,

Hardly unique,

But on Sunday I laze.

 

Paul Butters

Coral Cove

(Picture Credit - Flickr com)

Forests of coral adorn the rocky ocean floor,

Sheltered here in this sky-blue lagoon.

See the golden sand, shining through the still waters,

Fringed by plumes of palm.

The warming sun is smiling,

Flanked by fluffy white clouds.

Gulls are calling

Over the whispering sea.

A tropical paradise

Punctuated only

By impromptu showers.

Those colourful corals

Swarmed with teeming fish

Of every hue.

This is the place

To be.

 

Paul Butters