Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
 Jul 2020 Aponi
Paul Butters
Maybe there must be Existence
For Non-Existence to exist,
Life for Death,
Death for Life,
Finiteness for Infinity,
You can work out the rest.

Love and hate, pain and pleasure,
All a continuum,
All inevitable.

Existence cannot be denied
Even if we live in a virtual world:
A fantasy penned
By who knows who?
For thinking is being,
We all know that.

So enjoy while you can
Before you get written
Out of the script.
Spring turns to summer now
In a seemingly endless circle
Even a globe.
Make the most of it
And party on
As best you can
In your own unique way.

Paul Butters

© PB 25\4\2020.
I just took a break and...
Walalata

Waving from all

Reflections of the whole

Reflections of the whole

Waving from all

Walalata


A diamond shine

It shines on the seas

Waving from you and me

Reflecting all

Vast

Eternity
 Jul 2020 Aponi
Colm
Until the sunlight bounced its last light
Off
Another gleaming face
And we
Looking up amidst the lenses
Memories bright as burning eyes
Puddling in skies
Above you see
And when the moon winked at us
Knowingly
We knew that it was alright to love
when the moon winked at us
 Jul 2020 Aponi
Dawnstar
i have come
 Jul 2020 Aponi
Dawnstar
i have come
to the waters

i have come to the seas
for we to be free

i have come
to lament my glory

all alone that i am
all alone that i am
 Jul 2020 Aponi
BigT
Tropical Storm
 Jul 2020 Aponi
BigT
Thunder crashing overhead
Raindrops pelting on my head
Silver streaks of lightning flash
Thunderhead clouds together crash
Dark as hell is the sky above
The Devil’s giving the world a shove

Steaming mangroves riverside
Roots like spider’s legs astride
Rain hits river and waters meet
Floodplains wash beneath our feet
Shaking now with ancient fears
Scared to death of the Devil’s tears

Corrugated roofs scream in pain
Battered by incessant rain
Trees are bending ‘neath the weight
Leaves being washed amid the spate
Puddles form and channels fill
The Devil scores “1” the others “Nil”

Children huddle under mothers’ skirts
Ears well covered the thunder hurts
Frightened to face the thing outside
Family myths are coming alive
Thinking back if they’ve done wrong
Don’t want the Devil to take them along

Humidity clings like Hades’ steam
Despite the constant drenching stream
There is no need to be outdoors
Clothes are soaked from sweating pores
They say that fear can make you sweat
And the Devil is ready to take your bet

The thunder springs from the Devils throat
And lightning bolts from his hands just float
It’s the tears from his eyes when he’s in pain
That really accounts for all that rain
All these tales we need to ban
A tropical storm is God’s watering can.
 Jul 2020 Aponi
Miracle
A maple leaf turns
Its course towards the river bend
To float its way South
A journey of an unsuspecting piece of nature, to be witnessed by a lucky few.
Next page