Paul Butters Poems

My Muse takes me to peaceful cool pools,
Under suns and moons.
Exuding stillness through picture-view tunes,
Beneath the sky's fine glittering crown jewels.
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Iambic pentameters are quite old
As poetry fashions go now, I must say.
Tetrameters are sharper, yes,
But both are old I must confess.
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World Peace!
Are you an idealist's dream
Never to be achieved?
Were the Beatles' Loving words
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Fountains of flowers, growing so fast.
Such a shame that none of them last.
Summer blossoms soon will wane,
They'll be back next year again.
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Sunshine!
Life's lingering flashlight.
Too bright to stare at the sun.
Don't stay out in it too long.
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As I said this time last year,
We likely get just one taste of life.
So why do we spend so many hours
Watching daytime TV,
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Ease your way into the day.
Being Mindful is the way they say.
Focus on Now, we don't have long.
Meditate or sing a song.
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I sit here again, my laptop on my knee,
Or rather, lay back in my armchair
Next to the lounge window.
Before me lies the clutter that is
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They say that before every step
You take in life,
You flick a mental coin
Then go left or right
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