Odds are something
Made up by man
To explain his failures
In reality
Everything is fifty-fifty
It either will
Or it won’t

who's to say how long it takes
before what's lost will be found
before I enter nomads vast orbit
high above, greeted by stormy clouds

travellers adventure across land and sea
binding earthly wings to tree of life
grown near meadow
blessed with Irish heather
enchantment whisps it's way into Celtic heart

expectations of lasting peace and joy
can thrash and wether even angels wings
roots of doubt and shame will grow
fed into by fleeting moments of no control

poetry is our riskiest breathplay:
wringing throatgrip wrought from unringed fingers
blood-choking-out and about our routines

cross-faced confusion/ red-cell infusion
our Bodies Electric with Whitman's words
oh! Little death expression impression

dated, mated, asphyxiated
pen sputters ink in gasping sentences
oratorical rhetoric silenced

angered almighty 'ass-fixed', (apt statement)
two curmudgeons bludgeoned; Eros dungeon
rejoiced in moist merger, innocent ooze

tick-tock tick-tock running out of time,
tick-tock tick-tock life is slowly drifting by,
tick-tock tick-tock pounding in my head,
tick-tock no time left,

stuck on repeat,
tick-tock a steady beat,
tick-tock here we go again,
tick-tock tick-tock it never ends,

time is a bell ringing in my ear,
it's a repeated tick-tock i can always hear,
it's a constant reminder of the time,
we have to live before we die,

As I sit on Magpie Hill,
amongst a kaleidoscope thrill,
caramel hillsides and hidden glens,
watching my dog run with canine friends,
chasing The Magpies, chasing some cranes,
to me it seemed rather mundane.
Sitting there enjoying the breeze,
enjoying life and changing leaves.

The cell phone that refers not
To a captive phone in a cell rather
A must have for the mobile lot
Constant companion for their blather.

What really puts many in a fright
That the towers of babble shut down
Taking away the essential birthright
Leaving the victims in a meltdown.

So, conversing when running
Communicating while driving
Speaking and showering
Calling during a meeting.

Addicted to calling culture
Endless appetite for the app
A creature of every feature
You are wired all over the map.

Occupation
Repression
Segregation
Depopulation

Invasion
Aggression
Destruction
Persecution

Humiliation
Incarceration
Intimidation
Indoctrination

Infiltration
Subjugation
Annexation
Rationalization

A gentle breeze,
kiss of leaves,
each branch of the tree,
has it's minuet,
in forest tapestry.

Poplar, pollen, in drapery,
hanging moss,
lichen, so tirelessly.
Bush, tree, weave,
changing forest tapestry.

Raging brook, over flow,
nature changing, texture show.
Rock and stone, carelessly strewn.
Creating a home,
in forest tapestry.

From all the places
An ethnic stew of faces
New castes of races

In daylight I follow my shadow
come Eve it jaunts me aft
disappearing mysteriously
when I lie under a blanket of stars.

They wink at me in darkness
far and light years away
yet they feel so near, so I can
fill my pockets with sparkles

I send them hugs and kisses
for being there just for me
to make my life glitter
till I walk the ultimate mile

They send a memento my way
which comes shooting down
to spark and light a campfire
to comfort me through the night.