How sweet the linen
that grandeur weaves,
unseen by other's untrained eyes,
yet seemingly hard to sew
into the fabric of our own
immediate lives.

Grandeur's delusion
                                                        ­                               is an allusion
                standing on the precipice of greatness
                                                    
  ­                                                                 ­    it's something intrinsic, ain't it?

The greatness of Nature cannot be denied.
Her grandeur is plain for all to see.
Such sheer determination can only be admired.
See that tiny ***** on yonder rock face:
Some miniature plant has taken hold
Where nothing else could live.

We know that Mother Nature rules the Earth.
But what about the stars?
Billions of exoplanets wave at me
In my mind’s eye.
For life right here can thrive in boiling acid
And solid sheets of ice.

What scope for life is there out there,
Amongst the swirling galaxies
And gassy nebulae?
I tell you now:
There’s almost ENDLESS Opportunity
For life to evolve
Around this Universe
Alone.

Yes, she’s much, much more than “Mother Earth”:
More “Mother Multiverse”.
Mother Nature multiplied a million, million times.
Imagine That.

Paul Butters

Poets were created
       to emulate grandeur,
            whilst suffering the blues

Once that was
Will not be forever
Faded memories
And sepia moments
Lot of nostalgia
Tired souls
Reminiscing throughout
In retrospect
Fading work of art
Cracked colors
And crumbling walls
Long stint in the past
A standing ovation
From the present ones
Frail limbs support
The past grandeurs
Let’s bow to them
In our memories and
History testimonials

Grand old mountain,
Bearded in cloud  .  .  .
Rushmore to the Gods.

My love,

I love you for being pure, pure like a breath of fresh air in a sizzling day

I love you for being innocent, innocent like a baby just born

I love your grandeur ,stands like a tree yet speaks like silk

I love your wisdom,witted and cheerful.

I love your halo, shining with thy glow.

I can’t imagine the days without you, my muse and my bread

Farewell, Farewell.