The Door Into A Dream

See two empty hearts entwine
drinking in the weak sunshine
hunting natures true devine
but shy of its extreme.

Chase the autumn winds do blow
here the ancient trees do grow
tell me what I've yet to know
things aren't what they seem.

Competing with the soft bird song
forget the silence of a throng
invite the lonely moon along
to skip across the stream.

To disturb the endless ticking clock
making you a laughingstock
have you found the key to unlock,
the door into a dream?









Autumn Leaves

The winds of autumn blow the golden leaves around, 
it really is a chore!
'though this years leaves have been kind to me,
as my leaves have blown into next door!
Ha ha!

(Of course I'm worried about the other neighbours tree,
I fear its leaves will be 'given' to me!)

Mmmm?

SOUP - Doing What We Need To Do To Get By


Soup.
Humans are a kind of soup.
Humans are just a 'micro-organism' soup,
sprinkled with about 30 or 40 trillion cells.
We all need love and the love of others,
we do what we've been programmed to do,
our up-bringing,
our environmental influences and our genes,
conditioned,
psychologically trained to think and act in certain ways,
to survive,
to defend ourselves and our families,
living what we think is right,
doing what we need to do to get by.

Of the 25 known elements essential for life, just four of these – carbon, oxygen,  hydrogen and nitrogen
make up about 96% of the 'soup' that is the human body.
The other 4% is football.
That 'soup' thinks that money is the root of all evil,
that their religion is the right one,
and that mother-inlaws are difficult to get on with,
but that 'soup' is just doing what it needs to do to get by.

That blend of 'soup' is human.
We live.
We're alive.
We are a 'soup' capable of performing functions like,
like eating other soups, 
metabolizing and excreting,
we breath and move and grow, 
we reproduce and respond to external influences.
This 'soup' thinks leaf blowers are cool,
one 'bowl of soup' invented the tax system,
and lots of other bowls of 'soup'  thought that was a fab idea!
but they were all just doing what we needed to do to get by.

This chemical blend of 'soup' makes us human. 
We live in tribes,
bowls of 'soup' arranged in certain regions.
each with tribal leader 'bowl of soup'.
The Russian 'bowls of soup' 
know nothing but what their leader tells them.
The Ukrainians don't want to be at war with this 'bowl of soup',
Ukrainian 'bowls of soup' want peace.
Iranian 'bowls of soup' don't want to be caught by their leaders 'morality police', 
'bowls of soup' with guns.
The British 'bowls of soup' like beer 
and wish their mens football team would win something for once - anything!
but,
as a chemical,
micro-organism bowl of soup
...they're really only just doing what they need to do to get by.

The Station Seat


Who would have known what would come to be
as I sat waiting; a girl; for she
the one who always turned up late
the morning train was due at eight!
A girl I thought had smile so sweet...
the girl who sat on the station seat.

I couldn't really ask for anything more
when I saw her there in my local store!
A glance across the 'frozen aisle'
a look; a nod; and that beautiful smile
that caused my heart to skip a beat...
it was the girl who sat on the station seat!

Who would have thought we travel the same way
the eight o'clock train almost every day!
Time together; lifes 'ebb and flow'
a chance to chat and get to know,
but to discover I lived on the very same street...
as the girl who sat on the station seat!

Who would've guessed from all of this
that love would grow; sealed with a kiss!
The girl who always turned up late
saying yes to our very first date
no other girl swept me off my feet...
like the girl who sat on the station seat

Who would have thought after all this time
me just a little past my prime 
our little house; the children grown
time together to call our own
with all the things that we have done
with still so much we've yet begun
that I am the luckiest man there can be
with the girl from the station still sat next to me!



Recycle

If we each recycle one piece of plastic,
in the middle of a forest,
but there was no one there to see us do it...
can we save the planet?

(haiku)

Who was it came first, 
the very stressed dog or the 
very stressed owner?