Lost Love

I can’t imagine life without you,

How difficult it would be,

Not knowing in which direction,

My steps are taking me.

Who would I turn to for advice?

When hard choices I must face,

How would I keep one step ahead?

I’m sure I’d lose my place.

Being out of contact,

Where would I put my trust?

Never knowing the number,

Somehow feels unjust.

Having the ability to search,

For answers to life’s queries,

Is why I love you deeply,

Of you, I will never weary.

That’s why I keep you by my side,

Even when far from home,

You’re my dear, my rock, my all,

My precious mobile phone.

For the love of Art

Spent the afternoon in an Art Gallery, as one does,

Paintings and sculptures worth inspection, the visitors also.

Some must view at a pace, perfunctory, presumably on a tight schedule,

They see everything, but notice nothing.

Others, bending, bowing, contortionists, scanning from every angle, not quite standing on their heads,

But they would if they could.

Maybe it gives them some new perspective even the artist did not spot.

Yet more study at a distance, daring anyone to block their view,

These are the posturing, peering  poseurs,

Their sensibilities,  somehow more important than the art.

Then there are the snappers, always brand new cameras,

So proud, preoccupied with getting the perfect shot

Running off a dozen at different settings just in case.

Then there’s me, don’t know much but know what I like,

I believe in love at first sight.

It immediately moves me to laugh or look twice or to step back, or there is nothing.

Seven Successful Sins

Is success the trappings of wealth, and the absence of need

Or is the pursuit of money at any cost the sign of greed?

The richest country in the world has a problem with obesity

So the accumulation of riches is the consort of gluttony.

To make the most, by laboring the least, is a popular oath,

But isn't that just a fashionable tribute to sloth?

Is looking good to the opposite sex a modern day must,

And then do we condone the inevitable lust?

When we criticize others on a less fortunate path,

Do we succeed by venting our wrath?

When our heroes are those who don't lack a penny

Doesn't this show we have surrendered to envy?

When our auspicious leaders say god is on our side

Is it true or is it fallacious pride?

To succeed do we have to be sinners?

Or, are the also rans, the real winners?

Poems for Twitter #poemsin140

Politicians exist to try their best,

For themselves that is; not the rest.

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Economists can always agree on something,

Other economists are wrong on everything.

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The day is bright and cheery

Rather that than dull and dreary

As my mood will swing in line

Like the cone of a forest pine

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The truth is like a dream, hard to remember you once saw it clearly,

Now it’s gone, buried in mists of waking eyes, bleary.

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To conform is to accept, acquiesce, accede, hiding identity,

To rebel is to acknowledge you the individual, original, free.

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I'm superior that's clear to see

so you should try to be more like me

But at best you'll be an imposter,

oh the delicious irony

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The cat, sat, pat

On that mat, splat.

It made no sound,

It didn’t look round,

It was hunting rat.

Peddle fever (with apologies to John Masefield)

I must get out on my bike again, on the open road in the saddle,

With tyres tight and Lycra light and toes strapped to the peddle.

The rain may fall and glasses mist and vista’s dull and dim,

But lungs will fill to bursting, for the climbs so steep and grim.

So I must get out on my bike again, for the rush that hits the senses

The breath of wind on open skin and the excitement it dispenses. 

What I need is a trusty steed well oiled, both it and me,

And luck that I’m blessed with bon santé not any malady.

Yes I will go out on my bike again and roam as by my fancy

By well worn track or path not trod, even if bare and chancy,

And all I ask is a full hip flask, as a way to curb my fear,

And when days is done and race is run a lovely cup of cheer.

To Be Fair.....

When angels are rewarded with farthings

But talentless, tasteless, titillations with gold  

How can we say our culture is caring?

Or our feeling for others not cold?

When justice is another good for sale

And for the poor it is all but denied

Inequality is hiding under the veil

Worn by leaders with specious pride.

When tolerance for difference and strangers

Is missing, ignorant prejudice abounds,

It’s clear that humanity is in danger

Unless some new outlook is found,

Then “to be fair” as a preface is shot

Because “to be honest” we’re not.

Ambition

Ambition

What is it you want to be

The zenith to which you aspire?

And to get it, will you perspire

Or turn a subtler key.

Maybe rely on your family tree,

Not work for each step higher

Just be gifted your hearts desire,

And settle at the top for free.

It must be better to rise on merit

To ride the energetic wave

Embracing the highs and the lows

Only qualities we should inherit

To be strong and to be brave

So to win despite the blows