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Thursday 30 December 2021

INNOCENT CHILD

Innocent child,

Running wild

Round corners loose or tight,

Falling left or right.


Full of energy and guile,

Under skies stormy or mild,

Navigating the night,

Yet never feel the fright.


Taking a breather during the lull

And a second to mull.

For the prize is within sight,

If we pull with all our might.


Let’s return to the hull,

If there’s too much to cull.

The future’s burning bright.

2022 is at a comfortable height.




Sunday 19 December 2021

ROCK OR BUST!

I know I should

And I would,

If I could.

But it’ll be no good,

If my thoughts have no food.


I know I ought

To use the time we bought,

To continue the battle we fought.

So, dispel the thought

That things will come to nought.


I know I must,

Have my eyes cleared of dust,

My will freed from rust

And faith restored by trust.

Henceforth, it’s rock or bust!



Friday 17 December 2021

OMI-OMI

Omicron.

Ok, game on?

O-mi-God!

Will it be like Armageddon?

O-mi-tuo-fo,

Infinite wisdom to depend upon?

Owe me an answer:

Where have our old lives gone?



Tuesday 14 December 2021

 THE CHASE OF THE WILD GOOSE


Now, this ugliness of times recent

Is really a ghost grossly indecent, 

Of the jumping of the many 

On the one that they so choose

For the chase of the wild goose.


For the making of us dependent

On the habit of one bad moment

And the decorated guilt to carry

On grounds of sand so loose

As to rival the laxity of their noose.


It is the object of this lesson

To temper the feeling and passion

Of any Tom, Dick and Harry.

In the book, it’s the oldest ruse,

A trick they never fear to overuse.


Never mind the acts of reason,

And the semblance of a sober nation,

There is much political tomfoolery

In a game both sides can’t afford to lose;

Pursuing, not a wild, but a golden goose.



Thursday 2 December 2021

AW GEE!

I opened my eyes but I don’t see

Anything vaguely familiar to me.

I wonder if it happens to everybody,

But this world is no longer what it used to be.


You and I used to agree

But conversation has become tragedy,

No more tolerance or generosity.

Will friendship return to what it used to be?


I don’t know if I’m really me.

I can’t recognise my self and my body,

I guess this is the ultimate uncertainty.

I’m less than half the person I used to be.


Yet, all you can say is: “Aw gee!

Are you just looking for sympathy?

For this or any other query,

It should be referred to the Committee!”