To a Child

Not now, see, I’m in such a rush

Not now, please, again, do shush

Not now, you’ll simply have to wait

Not now, I’m running rather late


Another time, when I’m not busy

Another time, my head is dizzy

Another time, then we’ll play

Another time, I told you yesterday

Lessons from Before

Perhaps I’ve lived ten thousand lives

As boastful husbands and down-trod wives

Rich adventurer and frail old crone

No longer called by names once known


Captain of industry, pauper and fool

Adulteress drowned by the ducking stool

Each person I might once have been

By other’s eyes now cannot be seen


Past deeds all gone like smoke in space

Of fortunes and debts there is no trace

And material things, all left behind

No longer recalled by a clean slate mind


Each new existence, once the die is cast

Denying our knowledge of times long past

No shadow of a former self

Can ere be found by any who delve


But isn’t some imprint left somewhere?

In a cosmic memory recorded out there?

With access to lessons from earlier days

This might enable us improve our ways


Then born once more to make our mark

We needn’t begin afresh in the dark

By stages the world could better become

Improved for all and not for some


But covetous claims on things once thine

Would clog the courts with writs malign

So maybe it’s best to start afresh

As innocents wearing virgin flesh

Of Gods and Men




This orb people, with animals, share

But mankind, alone, might be ‘aware’

Self-conscious and a will that’s free

Capable of kindness, having empathy


Then why the folly of deadly strife

Often using a god’s name to take a life

What god asks people to kill the same

To glorify its works or defend its name


A divinity surely would have no need

To see mere mortals do bloody deed

If such actions must take place

They cannot be claimed to have any god’s grace


Greed, power and pride are the real reasons why

Tribe against creed vie and die

A deity cares neither for war nor peace

As petty lifeforms squander their lease


Why need to be a grand puppeteer

Pulling strings to spread carnage and fear

A monotheist surely would be neutrally benign

Free, not envious, of another’s design


So when in its name you deny some god’s gift

Perverting its cause to a meaningless rift

Know true to yourself that you are to blame

And pray that others do not do the same.

Pigeonholes of Chance



There will be suffering in the world.

The first cup of tea of the day tastes best.

The Pope is Catholic.

The ceiling of self-worth is fixed by your upbringing.

Triangles have three sides.

Death is the only certainty.

Too many cooks spoil the broth.




Your spouse/partner can be right.

You can kick the habit.

Politicians are honest.

Lying can be for the best.

Children should be seen but not heard.

Karma feels real.

Buttered bread lands butter side up when dropped.

Lottery winners deserve what they get.

One more won’t hurt.

The benefits system works.

You can make an omelette without breaking eggs.

Age brings wisdom.

The path less travelled is better.

Love Hurts



You are right.

Pets are a good thing.

What goes up must come down.

Entropy increases.

Little, but often, is better.

Fools rush in where angels fear to tread.

Kindness has its own rewards.

Up to half the clothes in your wardrobe don’t fit anymore.

Your queue is slower than the others.

There is light at the end of the tunnel.



Our minds can comprehend the universe.

You will be younger tomorrow.

Someone knows EXACTLY how you feel.

There are some victimless crimes.

St Swithun’s day works.

Every cloud has a silver lining.

Inspired by recent news

You’re damned if you do….


Poor old Tommy on that foreign street

Armed to the teeth, like some he’ll meet

How does he tell public from foe?

The courts back in England say he should know!


It’s the generals’ job to decide how and when

To train and deploy their brave fighting men

But when it goes wrong, poor Tommy’s to blame

Not those who sent him to fight in their name.