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Pareidolia

What do you see when you look in the sky?
What shapes do you see when you gaze on up high?
What images run amok in your head
As your mind’s eye takes control to lead – not be led
What beasts rear their heads? What creatures appear?
What visions unfold as you stare and you peer?

For do your see this or do you see that?
An elephant, penguin or even a cat?
A car on heaven’s highway; a train or a fleet
Of circus trucks in the ether; even a cold ice cream treat
Or a smile or some glimmer of a face to behold?
What forms kiss your eyes as clouds roll and unfold?

Or is this a trick of the mind saying ‘boo’!
As skies overhead fly on by over you
Conjuring up mental images, ambiguous stimuli
With subcortical might that identifies
Pareidolia; illusions; tripped senses in thin air
Making something from nothing that’s simply not there

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Picture from @Richardesty on Twitter (used with permission)

Dirty Washing

Why hang your dirty washing out
And put it all online
Dressed in limelights that let all know
The grot and rot and grime
Airing the foul and not so nice
For do you not just see
That some things are best sorted out
In private sanctuaries
Where behind doors with openness
Amidst the folk you know
You work your differences through
In ways that help you grow
And move forward resolved and more
Intent to act upon
The lessons leant with no baggage
Freed up to carry on

The Westminster Wobbles And A Cat!

Westminster’s got the wobbles
A case of “oh my gosh”
What are we going to do now
We can sort our own dosh
And who will lead us forward
Into the great unknown
Cos when we’ve kicked out all MP’s
And left the Euro zone
The only option left will be
The ministerial cat
Who wanders and who roams the joint
And clears out all the rats

Was that a metaphor you cry
Well heck what do I know
But purrfectly this puddy-cat
Will get his chums in toe
And sort this sorry state out
This ‘cat’astrophic mess
Calling the boys from Battersea
Dogs home to their address
Where parliament will be recalled
To meet with each of them
And Palmerston will be tasked with
Becoming our PM

Palmerston is the foreign office cat tasked with clearing the rats out of Westminster this April.  http://www.mirror.co.uk/news/uk-news/new-foreign-office-cat-palmerston-7747777

Embracing Democracy

Tomorrow whether in or out
There really is little doubt
That we will still awake anew
To each new day to thus imbue
The goodness that this world can give
Continue breathing and will live

We’ll hope and laugh and love the same
We’ll still have dreams and still play games
The sun will set, the sun will rise
The rain will still fall from the skies
And seasons will turn through the year
With nature’s bounty’s ever near

And Earth will spin on her axis
Our home for all prosperity
Where nothing will have really changed
Less we allow in our exchange
A rule of hatred, venoms claw
Yet that would be foolish for sure

And so tomorrow, in or out
There really should be little doubt
That the only thing for true regret
Will be the will to not forget
And forgive those who don’t agree
Less embracing democracy

First Day Of Summer (with a twist)

It’s the first day of summer
The sun’s out in the sky
Behind the clouds and raindrops that
Are falling from on high
But though it might be countered
Suggesting summer is a wash
The upside is warm puddles
In which to jump, splash! splosh! 💦💦

Dear Dad …

Things may have changed in recent times
Evolved into a new
But I see past the ageing parts
To the twinkle deep in you

To the heart within that beats with care
And love that you have shared
The kindness deep within that you
Have shown, is always there

The stable unconditional
Hug that’s enveloped me
Through life – through good and bad you’ve been
A star Dad constantly

A star that’s shone a leading light
With a glow that lasts each day
Unceasingly encouraging me
Giving guidance on the way

And too you’ve been a role model to
Your grandchildren as well
A beacon in their lives that too
Shines out in ways that tell

And so dear Dad and Grandpa too
Be sure we love you so
For with heartfelt thanks and gratitude
You’re the best Dad that we each know!

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A Lost Summer’s Dream

They said it was summer
No word of a lie
As the heavens opened up
And rain fell from the sky
In torrents; in downpours
Day after day
Fabulous for ducks
Or if Noah came to stay
But in truth it was horrid
Miserable and soggy
As hour after hour
It drizzled constantly
With no let-up; no blue skies
No bright clear sunshine
Whilst the forecasters promised
It would be dry and be fine
But their words washed away
Down the street in a stream
Of flood water drowning
A lost summer’s dream

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