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A
Dark
Switch
Flicked.
Winter
Decided:
Start,
Quick!
There comes a time,
When,
Well,
You know.
You’ve just got to let it,
Let it go.
Where are the letters
From clemency getters?
What happened to respect,
For our elders and betters?
Locked up at 65
She committed no crime
It’s been 17 days,
That’s way too much time!
No Irish banker in jail
The whole system makes bail
I know justice is blind -
Has it a broken scale?
Everything is relative
To the speed of light.
(That was fact)
They test repetitive
At CERN,
They excite!
(If exact?)
No more, the need to decipher
The warblings of Mr Stipe or,
Hearing harmonies to die for.
The moon shines tonight,
So white it might scorch!
Blindingly bright,
A heavenly torch!
Watching television
Audience invited
Devoid of decision
Far from far sighted
With his number unknown,
They should’ve applied,
The Superman logo,
Instead of a 5.
We are all just a mere, blink from a tear…
When least expected, a sadness can strike.
Hubris and hindsight – that’s far and near,
Like Hollywood bull, if you like.
Blatant misfortune splashes your screen,
When you’re driving as smooth as a swan.
Hug your closest closer, but don’t you dare preen…
Your gain and your pain, are soon gone.
It might be a bummer
What is, is what’s meant to be.
The worst Irish summer
In half a century.
Panic on the streets
And an army of chance takers.
Manic on the screens,
Of barmy market traders.
Forces of the state
With the blame escaping.
Holidays are great,
But just at gap making.
In London,
On her own
Amy Winehouse,
Dies at home.
A gasp.
Near Oslo,
Crazy loner
Takes many lives, though
Not his own,
Alas.
We’re a nation obsessed with…
The weather!
It’s a conversation staple.
Close, soft, mild…
However,
Only from May to April..!
There is a half moon
Hanging low and brilliant bright,
Due East of my house
Right now!
I almost feel embarrassed,
Making up this silly rhyme.
But how is it this brilliant bright,
Right now?