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Silly Manifesto!

SILLY MANIFESTO

We need a silly manifesto!
In order to bring out our besto!
The world seems a mean and ugly place,
Then along comes Boaty McBoatface!
People cheered, a collective yay!
We need some laughs in the world today!
The public voted, but ho ho ho,
Now they’re trying to say no no no,
Why is that the powers that be,
Can’t see we just need some levity?
They hold all the cards, true pirate style,
Can we not at least chuckle and smile?
I declare that right here, and right now,
We spread silly everywhere somehow!
For instance, we’ll take the IMF,
And call them the Funny Money Ref!
The UN Security Council,
Herein known as “Results Are Doubtful”!
The Panama Papers now are known,
As Treasure Maps To Where Tax Money’s Blown!
Let’s take anything that’s serious,
And name it something that’s fun for us,
Come on now, set your brains to action,
Let’s get some giggly satisfaction!

http://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2016/apr/19/boaty-mcboatface-tyrants-have-crushed-the-peoples-will

Everybody Has To Pee, Sometime

(to the tune of Everbody Loves Somebody, Sometime. Sing it Dino!)
Everbody needs to pee,
Sometime,
No one’s in a place to disagree,
Be it him, her, you or me,
We all need a place to pee,
That’s not dependent on gender,
Or sexuality,
If you can’t see we all need to pee,
Sometime,
Then you are simply not a friend of mine,
Although it may sound trite,
Passing water is a right,
There’s no moral ground for you to take,
Not this time,
Because everybody’s got to pee,
Sometime.

World Poetry Day

World Poetry Day 
It is, I can imagine, 
No coincidence, 
In fact, makes complete sense,
That World Poetry Day falls,
By the vernal equinox,
When the heart, the earth,
Talks of rebirth, 
When the joy and pain,
Of growth and loss,
Remain uppermost,
Unconstrained, 
In our common consciousness
and purpose,
When through desire,
And need,
We analyze and plant the seed,
For new directions,
New directions 
informed by reflections,
Of seasons past,
Each in our own
separate way,
Here at the equinox,
World Poetry Day. 

As I Hear Her Breath

(I write this now.
In real time,
As the night falls,
And I sit on the couch,
In the darkness,
And she sleeps to the sound of the falling rain…….)

Her breathe heard through rainfall
Whilst I sit in darkness
Back to the wall
Pondering my existence
My story
The glory
Of how we fit together
Despite or because of
The weather
Of our lives
How we’ve both strived
Surviving different days
With the same theme
Authored in different ways
When late at night we sit
Each wondering where we fit
Wondering is it them or is it us
And just why do we fuss
With all these recollections
All these reflections
On who we are
Who we used to be
How to understand
How to break free
Is it the key
To the darkness
When I feel it all
As I hear her breath
At night
Through the rainfall.

Self Medication

I live “in the moment”,
Sometimes near joy,
But often in torment,
An emotional decoy,
Never knowing,
How I’ll feel next,
Minute to minute,
I can rise, I can fall,
Which is why I’m drawn,
To drugs and alcohol,
Despite their downside,
How bad they can be,
My own emotions quake,
With unpredictability,
I know with drugs and alcohol,
Just where they will take me.

To My Son Christopher, On The Occasion Of The Birth Of His First Son, Elliott

He is the first son

Of the first son

Of the first son

Of the first son

 

The oldest son

Of the oldest son

Of the oldest son

Of the oldest son

 

Your son extends beyond you,

Into the future,

And behind you,

Into the past.

He will be the first son of the first son of the first son of the first son,

But he will be one.

Not many.

Though he be connected, he will not be them.

But without them, he would not be.

He will not be them,

And he will not be you.

He will be he,

And claim his place in the world.

 

In time,

It is possible,

He will in turn meet his first son.

Another connected one.

Christmas in the Bone

Christmas Day
On my way to work
6:45 a.m.
The only other people
Beggars and workers
I have my giant Marshall headphones on
Listening to Marc Maron interview
Elvis Costello
But as I go
About my day, making coffee
Dealing with food and medicine
And issues
There’s an undertone
That lies in the bone
Surfacing on the 25th of the 12th
Falling down from my shelf
To heart and soul
For I’ve no control
Something I can’t deny
Even if I try
This feeling of Peace and Goodwill
Of all humankind
As one
Like Christmas day in WW1
A seasonal warning
Echoes of Scrooge
His epiphany on Christmas morning
A gladness like no other
Every person sister or brother
In this great wave of humanity
This blesséd sea
Every you and every me
Love expounded in every way
On Christmas Day.