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Tuesday, 11 August 2020

Doubt Of Certainty

 Why would you not believe

Unless there was something in it for you

You know

That, what’s in it for me, modern mentality


Similarly

Why would you believe

Unless, you know

Just to edge your bets


So

As you lay on the bench

And your alter-ego

Stands in the church

Both of you

Deep in contemplation


Meanwhile the scientist waves his wand

And turns water into wine

(It is a fairly old trick but still works)

At the same time someone in the congregation

Asks Bill Withers’ widow

Is it still

A lovely day, lovely day, lovely day


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Monday, 10 August 2020

Play

 Where shall we go now

Where shall we go

We can go almost anywhere

Where shall we go


What shall we do now

What shall we do

We can do almost anything

What shall we do


Why shall we go now

Why shall we go

We can ask any question

Why shall we go


When shall we do now

When shall we do

We can be where we are

When shall we do


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for his Collected Works

Sunday, 9 August 2020

Don’t Always Expect

 The two films

Told similar stories

If there are only five stories

And I can’t recall who told me that

But if there are only five

Then this is another one of them:


You begin with a young man

Or a boy, or a girl

Or a woman

You follow their life

Always they are centre stage

Which of course means

That whatever incident

Which they are involved in

They will pull through


The drama then

Slightly withholds on tension

For you know the hero

Is going to keep going

Right until the very end

So such a shock

When last night

He got knocked down early on

By a large delivery van



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for his Collected Works

Saturday, 8 August 2020

Life Turned Out…

 Where would it take me

All this duplicity

Unable, or so it seems

To see into my own self


When I was a young boy

The trials and tricks of time

Were of a day to day nature

No longer projections needed


When I was a young man

The hopes and expectations

Offered themselves up

In a startling array


Where would it take me

All this opportunity

More than able, so it seems

To continue to discover me


When I was approaching

Middle age

The doubts and delusions

Called by more often


I followed the mid-life crisis

Which to this day

Still resonates at an altogether

Higher frequency


When I reached retirement

All I had was writing

Quite a turnaround

For the grammar school failure


Where will it take me

All this perspicacity

Once more occasionally unstable

I wobble on the balance of life


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for his Collected Works

Friday, 7 August 2020

Recognition And Rumination

And finally I see, that as
A Dance to the Music of Time
Reaches Winter
Then what we are watching

Is my life, or your life, or our life
Laid out chronologically
Around you, and I, there is
Birth, and life, and death

On our linear portrayals
We too go through
Many tributes and tribulations
There are times for reflection

You know the sort of thing
As a teenager
Bored out of your mind
Then in middle age

Worrying about the kids
Until, later on, you turn to
Contemplating on your own purpose
Finding distractions

To keep the inevitable passing at bay
Eventually though, the penny drops
Recognition drives in her heavy horses
There is to be no more procreation

It is the time for fine cut clothes
And finer beer, or longer liqueur cocktails
On our endless exotic vacations
In our attempts to keep the unsteadiness alive