Tweaked Scientific Formulas

You seem distant
unless you divide yourself with time
then you'll be speed!

You're time
Unless you divide yourself by the change in velocity 
then you're accelerating!

You are a mass
unless you multiply yourself by acceleration
then - you are a force!

You're an energy!
unless you are divided by time
then you become a real power!

You are a mass
unless you multiply yourself with velocity
then you become momentum

This mass
when multiplied with gravity
makes you a weight

You're time
unless you multiply yourself by force
then you're a change in momentum 

You are a mass
unless you divide yourself by volume
which makes you density

Remember - you matter!
unless you multiply yourself by the speed of light
then you're energy!

I'm force!
Unless I'm multiplied by distance
Then - I'm work done!

Take To Your Bed

Take to your bed
for winters cold dark days cometh
and with it 
that jolly rogue "Jack Frost
He'll set about his antics
bringing a chill 
which taketh from us 
the old and the frail
freezing their final breath before their very eyes

His playful 
devil-may-care manner
will nip at your fingertips
yet leave beautiful "iced ferns"
to decorate your windows
he'll freeze your pipes
but colour white
the thatched roofs of the cities houses

take to your bed - wrap up warm
for "Jack Frost" slips in unbeknownst 
under doorways
blows in through draughty windows
billowing curtains
darting hither-and-thither
confusing our minds
slowing us down 
with fumbling fingers
and impaired judgement 
reach for your warmest attire
but take to your bed 
and so
with a hot beverage

don't let "Jack Frosts" mischief

...take you away


Quick!

Quick tidy up!
Some people are coming 'round to the house 
and we don't want them to think 
that we 
are the people

...we actually are!

Distant

If you catch me
one day
with a far-off look in my eye
somewhat 
...unresponsive
maybe appearing 
deep in thought
perhaps tapping at my phone

...ya know - distant!

I'm not being rude...

Don't worry
I'm probably thinking about how the next piece of art 
I create 
might look

...or 

...how I can make my next poem come together 

or...

...sorry?
What did you say?

Graveyard

A calm 
inevitablity
and silence
hang over this graveyard 
slow and peaceful 
the well tended grass
mown
beautifully edged
lush under foot
like the finest carpet
with underlay to match
and
in neat rows 
full with graves
headstones
carved
with stories to tell
some ornate
some simple
and to the rear
also in manicured rows
but empty this time 
equally well tended
next to the heap of clippings
but unused 
space
space in the graveyard
for you 
or for me 
if we wish
if we feel
this is the place
we'd like to be
forever more
when our days here...
   ...end


Out of My Way (I must get home)

The carpark's full with cars
the supermarket's jammed
with queues of people at the tills
out of my way I must get home
I'm stuck - I think
my plans are damned!

People crowd the pavement
I've got so much to do!
Cars and buses in the street
out of my way I must get home
I have a plan
I must get through!

I cannot cross the road
for vehicles in a steady stream 
lorries, buses and bicycles
out of my way I must get home
with pressure rising
I want to scream!

Getting home's an imperative
to put everything into action
but for all this 'hullaballoo'
I'd have a plan
with some traction!

Out of my way I'm nearly home
it's more than I can stand!
I'll dump my coat in the hall
sit down
...and do nothing
   ...as I had planned!