The first hour

And leaning in a touch of hands

While looking at the picture snaps

And time so very still it stands

Not wanting moments to elapse

We stole an hour at no one’s cost

As from the mundane we escaped

My cares were sixty minutes lost

As in your voice my mind was draped

Let’s meet again as worlds collide

And I can be alone with you

Tectonic plates our hands that slide

We crack the earth creating new

In shifting you have pulled me near

Those minutes gone so precious dear

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Cultures

Cutting through a culture like a knife

Parting ancient ways I come to see

Soon I will have killed what I have loved

You become facsimile of me

Nothing can defeat the hands of time

Change will happen if I stay or go

Stolen but my heart can be a safe

Memory is all that we will know

Proud you stand with nothing in your hand

All that is to come will be defeat

Western eyes so hard and cold will judge

Brace yourself this will be bitter sweet

Buddha’s in McTemple town and so

Coca Cola culture fries to go

Life is Done

Make the change you want to see

Be the best that you can be

Live for now and worry less

Tidy up don’t leave a mess

Think of others you can aid

Make sure debts are fully paid

Study hard as through you go

Learning helps us all to grow

Smile more often have a laugh

Light some candles for your bath

Share with others frequently

Give your love to all you see

Count your blessings one by one

Then leave in peace when life is done

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Have you tried the outernet? I’ve had enough of in

Information superhighway. Just a garbage bin

Porn and poems, recipes and how to not be fat

Facebook trolls and living dolls, that woman who’s a cat

OMG and TMI and hello h a u

Messages from people that you really never knew

Switch it off and have a break and take yourself off line

Just before that though make sure you “like” this stupid rhyme

Time

An hour to myself or maybe two
A coffee and the time to sit and drink
It isn’t that I haven’t things to do
But I afford myself some time to think
The world is rushing on at such a pace
Sometimes I feel so giddy I can’t see
I like to stop, to focus on a face
But modern life’s transacted rapidly
It looks like I’m a tortoise sitting there
No doubt I’ll never win that human race
Another man will be successful hare
For I will stop and linger in this place
No pressure in this gentle life of mine
I grant myself the precious gift of time