PULL UP A BLUE CHAIR

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something to contemplate ...

something to contemplate …

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

it is too easy to condemn
to point the finger and linger
over other people’s messing up
not ‘fessing up
deceiving -
and believing Big Money, Big Pharma
their karma will catch up to them
but not soon enough
or rough enough for my liking

Big Corporations in bed with dead weight
hated governments
of gravity and greed
satisfying a need
in us to make sure
it’s
not
our
fault

Not Our Responsibility

all too
Big
for unwilling brains to think about

little brains in overwhelm
little actions in underwhelm
nobody’s at the helm
unless you believe in the Big Conspiracy,
like WMD
and George’s Axis of Evil …

I’ve got a solution!
barbed wire, fence my yard
guns for hire, windows barred
and I have a perverse desire
to disinfect the perimeter

and
wall
this
world
out!

but that swimming sleaze crawls, leaking
cracking through my dyke
prising it apart, barb by barb
until I can harbor
nothing

homeless hopeless faces

displace the spaces
in my wall
often not even asking for any help at all
rat-red eyes blank, dead-dank
bled
to the end of their hope
sub-human
they masturbate
intubate
shooting up
into incisor’d rage and frenzy
instant quick-fix climactic satisfaction
the only possible escape from
the
world
of
numb

and though the consequence may be death
the now splattering gratification is
better
than
the
Void

tough times ahead, my friends
as our world of comfortable discomfort ends
and vermin, rich and poor
raise the howl for blood, and herd together
heading for the cliff
no fiercesome viper, no Pied Piper needed

best get out of the way
or be trampled to extinction

but if you’re conscious enough
to make your escape
and re-create,
know that the next time around …

build your wall, yes,
but
plant
a
garden

pull up
a
Blue
Chair
and ask someone in
just one, to nurture
till he has the strength to take responsibility
for building a garden of his own -

build that wall of flowers
and invite butterflies and bees
quiet movers and shakers
pollinators
initiators
of good things for this earth’s
daily revolution
spreading heirloom subtle seeds
of right and responsibility,
rooting to real power
and inspiring perfumed blooms of flame
instead of listless wiry barbs
of mortal blame …

and more
of
the
same

SHE TURNS THE PAGE

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a Shakespearean Sonnet

a Shakespearean Sonnet

The wild of sky is skimmed by windy cloud
and childhood days are filled with whirling sun,
Each timeless minute with an hour’s endowed
through days and weeks and years our lives are spun.

Inexorably, children feel time’s pull.
We woo, and love, by rose-filled candlelight,
We birth our babes, with glass of life now full
of days defying time; no thought of night.

But now we see our parents growing old.
These once immortal gods appear so frail,
Their grasp on life and love they cannot hold
Against our Mistress Time they’ll not prevail.

From birth to death, it seems but naught an age
As Time – she laughs, and simply turns the page.

OLD GIRLS LOOKING HOT!

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"Old Girls Looking Hot!"

Growing old gracefully is such a crock
Who said that, anyway? They should be shot!
Hard to escape from time’s merciless clock
I’m getting older now, going to pot.

Angel wing upper arms shake and vibrate
Bra sizes go from a “B” to a “D”
Cottage cheese thunder thighs – that is my fate
Lipo’s an option, but ouch! what a fee!

Try to stay skinny, run off to the gym
Puffing and panting on treadmill machines
Jump on that Motion-Flex, work to stay slim
All in vain effort to squeeze into jeans

Can’t eat my chocolate or Turkish Delight
Mustn’t eat butter or sugar or cream
Eggs they could kill me, so carrots I bite
Cheesecake and pizzas? a sweet cheesy dream!

Well, I’ve decided, I won’t be depressed
Surely it can’t be as bad as all that
Growing old gracefully will be a test
No need to be an old bag or old bat

Knickers are optional, comfort is all
Chocolate’s essential, so do take a few
Life is for living, you’d best have a ball
Don’t be afraid just ‘cos something is new

Don’t fake politeness if you’re bored to tears
No time for martyrhood, that is no fun
Find some new friendships and simply change gears
Wishing and washing are simply not done

What should I say before you turn the page?
Greyer I am now, and so bloody what!
Soon geriatrics will be all the rage -
I’m just an old girl, incredibly HOT …

You can go romancing, dancing in France
Loving and giving will help keep you young
Don’t be afraid to just sing and to dance … but
Don’t die with music that’s still not been sung!