Paul Butters Poems

I sit,
A little man
And wonder,
Open eyed:
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We build our towers right up to the sky,
Our palaces and mansions:
Just look at Dubai!
A sense of permanence;
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Bring back the day
When gay
Meant happy and merry,
And gollywog
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They say that anger is addictive.
Like all addictions
You get a buzz:
A thrill:
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The laws of probability say
There are hundreds of planets in the Milky Way
That have Life.
And People.
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Matter,
Form,
Space, Movement, Time.
All whirled into a world.
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Like Brian Wilson (of Beach boys fame) ,
Bob’s sheer genius,
Dark and colossal,
Towers over us all.
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A bacteriophage virus
Sits snugly inside a germ
Which looks up
Not comprehending that
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We are but flowers budding in
The summer sun.
To blossom, seed, then wither,
Our petals drying
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On the twelfth week of the season Man United sent to me
Twelve Rooneys lunging,
Eleven dirty players,
Ten Ronaldos diving,
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