I am, therefore I write. I was raised in Upper Wortley, then Bramley, West Leeds. Studied English Teaching at the (then) Huddersfield Polytechnic 1970-74. Worked 6 years at Doncaster as a secondary school English Teacher.
In 1982 I moved to Humberside where I worked for 24 years as a Careers Adviser before taking retirement. That was not a very poetic job so in my spare time I have ... more »
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Paul Butters Poems
Genetic engineering’s here to stay Possibilities are endless, scientists say: Men mixed with anything we can find: Oak trees, wasps, ants and elephants combined.
A Better Way
There has to be a better way. Than warring, selfish And committing countless crimes. And robbing Peter to pay Paul.
The Jeremy Kyle Show (A British Phenomen...
“Good morning and welcome to The Jeremy Kyle show. Today we meet a family in torment. First up we meet Lucy. She accuses her partner Jason of sleeping with her best friend Ingrid. We have to balance this: Jason doesn’t trust her and wants a DNA test on their children. Here’s Lucy on the show guys... Hello sweet, are you okay?
I have a picture of a tree (In my minds eye) But it’s not the vision That you will see!
My dearest reader, seconds ago, before your Decision to turn the page, there was nothing. These very words were hidden away and thus Unseen, to all intents did not exist:
Your shining eyes excite: Those pupils, fathomless black, That grab, and drag me down Into bottomless pits;
A Alpha Alphabet: First Letter.
Cloud-hatted mountains loom over the cold lochs As waterfalls drop Into cool pools. Cascading water shooshing and rushing,
Above our Earth so high The Hubble telescope now hangs Beyond our vault-like sky: An all embracing eye;
The hanging taper dances like a girl To soft melodic fast and vibrant music; Trembles with bobbing head And billows breeze-kissed arches
The One Mind -new-
Quarks, photons, gluons: sub-atomic particles: Quantum fluctuations That wink in and out of existence. Where do they come from?
With swirling serves and Arcing, Lashing loops, The Table Tennis King
These balls of fluff, so small and light, They make a sweet and delicate sight. With tiny beaks and dewdropp eyes,
Our galaxy dies, A splash of water, Sparkling in the sunlight on a tarmac sky, Gently exploding with glittering streamers,
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Genetic engineering’s here to stay
Possibilities are endless, scientists say:
Men mixed with anything we can find:
Oak trees, wasps, ants and elephants combined.
Satanic horror armies sweep their enemies away
And Frankenstein’s monster’s but child’s play
Compared with this lot.
Yet with Good intent,
And wisdom heaven sent,
Utopia or Paradise could be on its way:
Bumper bug-free harvests every day,
Giant fruit and docile, friendly beasts.
Food for all, and endless feasts.
All manner of