Paul Butters Poems

Keep cool and calm,
Don't do any harm
To others or yourself.
Even when rejected,
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It's over, all over.
Our dreams have faded away.
Blackest January sadness blights July.
England beaten by Croatia
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They crawl along the streets like zombies:
Heads cowed over Androids and iPhones.
Busily pressing buttons,
Risking life and limb
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There probably IS a "God":
Some supreme power and intellect
Who rules the Realms.
Define your God, if you will.
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My "Daffies" and Bluebells are budding now.
Maybe my Crocuses too.
Roll on Summer is what I say,
Clichéd though that may be.
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Have you ever woken up, got washed and dressed
Started you morning routine then…
Something's not right!
Wrong place or feature
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I am king of the world, universe and everywhere,
But I have only a hint of power.
So all I can give you is attitude.
Just pointing out injustice
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Simon 'Hurricane' Hudson prowls the snooker table
Like any good mixed metaphor would.
A modern day Pythagoras
He triangulates his shots.
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I was a Communist kid back in the fifties
And a seventeen-year old Socialist.
The Americans made me laugh even then:
Afraid of 'Commies'
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Shall I compare you (being modern)
To a summers day?
Or to a galaxy full of stars?
No I will not
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