Midsummer is Back

(Picture Credit - Stonehenge by Express co uk)

Sun-blushed mugginess mothers us,

With the promise of a storm.

Swarms of bumble bees do buzz

Amongst Cotoneasters bathed in warm.

It’s proper summer,

That’s for sure.

No more ice and snow

For us to endure.

The Longest Day will soon be gone,

But here, right now, the sun has won.

Time to fiesta, how I love it.

More of this I truly covet.

Paul Butters

Rain

 (Picture Credit - Rain on a Sunny Day by DP Shots com)

 
The rain keeps pouring down,

Pounding on the ground.

The rain keeps falling down,

Those big black clouds make us frown.

The rain keeps tumbling down,

It started with some drizzle.

The rain keeps scything down,

Striking like a chisel.

The rain keeps sleeting down,

Causing local flooding.

The rain keeps belting down,

Plants droop instead of budding.

The rain keeps showering down,

No time for any stanzas,

The rain keeps teeming down,

From Scotland down to Kansas.

The rain keeps arrowing down,

Whenever will it stop?

The rain keeps swirling down,

Yes, I’m hating every drop.

Paul Butters

Feel Free

 (Me by Me)

 
Feel free to mourn me when I’m gone,

When I will not be back again.

It’s natural to grieve at death

For those who miss you so, I know.

But don’t forget to celebrate my life

And all I’ve done on this fair earth.

Be full of joy about these things:

Immortalise me for my deeds.

I hope to live for many a long year:

If possible cheat Death immortally,

Perhaps by going somewhere safe

From the Grim Reaper’s deadly scythe.

I hope for many table tennis wins

And trending poems, before I leave this mortal coil.

Iambic rhythms throughout cyber space,

Free verse expressing a greater vision.

I’ve planned ahead by writing this,

And might have jumped the gun maybe.

But when you read this out perhaps,

I might by now be Free.

Paul Butters

© PB 19\6\2016.