Take and tug back control
When does a butterfly Take and tug back control Brutally blown this way and that Steadily somersaulting Under an invisible spell I sense it's on an explorative Journey to discover its weft Its length of silk its weight in gold Own primordial unfolding goal When does a butterfly Change course with the intent purpose Knowing what flowers allure Have the best of all hearts My how they flutter about Directionless then settle With such artful aplomb finesse Weightless with zero gravity Through an open-dressed flora door Could this be one day, me and you? Could I ask to be weightless? Have zero-plus gravity one day with you. Fasten and affix your delicate feet Your claws around my flowers- Amber sacred heart my love When does a butterfly Play out its last tug of war And pin its heart to the wall Never to fall With such artful aplomb finesse Weightless with zero gravity Settle to find peace, It will never experience afresh again.
Truth be known
Our leaders are greedy, deceitful fools bullies who never fired a gun or threw a punch yet, take all your pocket money at vestibules and ate out free every day for lunch pockets lined later to sit on a backbench. You cannot sugar-coat the lies I'm hearing the truth isn't a cake you can add icing too you can't change the height of the ceiling compensate facts for fiction or sail a canoe backwards up a waterfall, can you? The planet is in trouble but lets all fly let's take a jet and later on in a cavalcade meet up to discuss global warming and comply to make-good pledges made in masquerade, make-good nuclear silos, uranium in retrograde.
©2023 Mark Heathcote
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…is an adult learning-difficulties support worker. He has poems published in journals, magazines, and anthologies both online and in print. He resides in the UK, and is from Manchester. Mark is the author of “In Perpetuity” and “Back on Earth,” two books of poems published by Creative Talents Unleashed.