Biography of Paul Butters
I am, therefore I write. Cannot stop writing. Play table tennis and other sports. I do prefer to write free verse but sometimes I indulge in some rhyme and metre.
Paul Butters's Works:
Featured in some 'Forward Press', Penhaligan Page (Poetry Today) and other anthologies, including a 'Spotlight Poets' (Forward Press) publication entitled 'A Storm of Perceptions' (15 poems of mine included therein) .
This century I have posted prolifically on the internet at many sites and blogs, notably " Hello Poetry com" , " VoicesNet com" and my own blogspot blog.
Paul Butters Poems
A Better Way
There has to be a better way. Than endless warring, Selfish ways And committing countless crimes:
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:
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.
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?
Should we all stop eating meat? No, we'll starve of protein doing that. But yes, it's morally right.
It's just after 5AM but I am up, Compelled to write and share with you Bad images From video and TV.
Our galaxy dies, A splash of water, Sparkling in the sunlight on a tarmac sky, Gently exploding with glittering streamers,
Trillions of years from now The scattered remnants of our Universe Float in endless darkness, All stars extinguished.
I Play with Words, It’s what I Do. Just what are poems? You have your View.
((Slightly amended. Written for 'The Dropout' story project. Inspired by a scene in a telly western)) . 'May I kiss you? ' John asked timidly, fearing that she would say, 'No! '
Mad politicians threaten nuclear war While madder religious maniacs Send suicide bombers to kill and destroy. Bombers brainwashed into believing
That faithful dog is waiting at your door, Bursting with unconditional Love. He (or she)is pining For your arrival.
Your shining eyes excite: Those pupils, fathomless black, That grab, and drag me down Into bottomless pits;
Game Of Never
Life-Death Forgotten, Never Was;
Time, matter whirling, empty space.
Love, merely hunger, drives us on;
Self, ever lonely, rots apace.
God, faintly ruling, far away,
Sees sinful, lusty liars pray.
Vague faceless ocean,
Nothing tells us what is Right.