Paul Butters Poems

Earth - you little blue gem:
Oasis in a great black desert.
Perhaps Unique
With your single Moon -
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As a typer of what might be
Poetry
I am a football manager
With WORDS as my players.
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It was hard in those trenches.
Cut off from the rest of the world.
Cold and wet
And muddy.
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The summer sun soars above the sultry sands…
Sorry your computer hit a problem
We will restart it for you
Error code - Gremlins from your latest Update.
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Every year now:
First it's those trumpeting Daffodils,
Bluebells and Crocuses.
Forsythia Time too.
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My God has blessed me with a strong imagination.
I picture the Universe's end with nothing but a shrug.
My vision is both weird and wonderful.
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The beach sweeps to the horizon.
Black specks:
They're people there!
Insignificant
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A poem, to me:
A statement, speech, a view.
Onomatopoeic metaphor
About me and you.
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Up here amongst the Dales
There is a magic everywhere.

These rolling hills, all draped in mist
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As far as I'm concerned I am The One.
Just like "The Matrix" I agree.
I hate to be so selfish saying this
But it's the truth I have to say.
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