Where are you?

We are in debt, to the internet,
Which has opened horizons worldwide
But those less wise, themselves compromise
By choosing this tiger to ride.

Little is found, without the surround
Of advertising, (who do they seek?)
And such is the litter of uncalled for Twitter,
The system’s beginning to creak.

I am, to be sure, a hack and no more,
With a bent for creating a rhyme,
But the poets I read, do not have the need,
To explain the news of our time.

I just want share, make some more aware
Of the ideals we could try to explore
And with my word play, do that in a way,
To encourage, amuse, and no more.

But to share a few rhymes, in these internet times,
Is a marathon, no gentle jog,
But all should be free, no adverts from me,
Just google potterings.blog!

                    George Potter

Sea Eagle’s lecture on Human Studies.

Students! Stop your soaring! Come and perch by me.
We are the true Sea Eagles and our Kingdom is the sea.
The humans, whom we study, cannot leave the ground
And travel far below us, often with much sound!

Today, you’ll likely see, some boatloads cruising by,
With tourists’ eyeballs peeled, our gyrations to espy,
They are both proud and envious, of our presence here,
But thankfully we are not shot, so don’t live in constant fear.

In fact, my children, you may collect, some tidbits from their boat,
Remember you’re designed to fly – do not try to float
Your flying skills will amaze, so answer every call,
To catch some gift, you might try, A controlled inverted stall!

A word of caution! Do observe, in close order flying
Denying problems can occur, would indeed be lying.
Look ahead, beware the flash, these days it has been known,
They may hold a dreadful thing, called a mobile telephone!

George Potter

Quiet reflections.

Now I am alone, with no-one else to hear

I can listen to myself, without the slightest fear

That my words can be mistaken, or considered rude

My thoughts, however frank, will not be misconstrued.

So in this quiet moment, let me my conscience call,

Let us assess together, those myths and stories tall,

Which divide my common sense, from what my friends may say

And should I be myself, or be held in their sway.

If what we do together, is for the common good,

Then I’ll have no objection, and in fact I should

Have the courage of conviction and those things acclaim.

Together, or alone, I should feel no shame.

If my conscience tells me, or in my heart, I know it’s wrong

Then please may I have the courage, to say I won’t prolong

Some action, that my friends believe, is what we all should do,

When it’s not, for the good of all, but benefits the few.

George Potter

Looking back.

History is a record of all past events

So continually adjusting, as ‘now’ becomes ‘before’

So can we conceive, what future minds will say

Of our own experience, in future ‘Days of Yore’?

Elizabeth the Faithful, as she may well be known

Left her realm to Charles, her Son, amid her subjects tears,

Aged Ninety-Six, well beyond the three-score-ten allowed,

But she reigned, unblemished, for all those seventy years.

The whole World admired, this calm devoted Soul

While many of her Subjects, watched the funeral scene,

With television bringing near, the details of her life

While others strove in person to respect their Queen.

But behind the detail, of Royal duty being done,

Was a loving mother who, despite her regal name,

Leader of the Commonwealth and other States beside

Gave love to her children and country, just the same.

Future generations will see this Kingship change

Some may know King William, and then his son and heir

But first our King, Charles, will hold the regal rein

To guide the country forward, in Democracy fair.

Will Sovereignties survive? Republics have their place

But ours has survived historic pain.

Other lands may try a presidential route

And find, too late, they lose more, than they gain.

George Potter

Conservative Leader election


A phrase both ironic and true

Now Boris is gone, it has a new ring

As we seek just one, from a few.

What a laugh, what a joke, as the candidates seek

To show off, with clichés so bland

Not for us, the inhabitants, we are the sheep

To be told what is good for our land.

Just the MPs, will study their charms

Listening to each misguided word

Then by a quick vote, suppress their alarms,

And continue this process absurd.

Wow! now we come towards the last throw,

To the Party they pass their control,

Let’s rely on True Blues, ‘in the Country, y’know!’

‘Cos they could not score an own goal!

Sadly, I fear, the best won’t be seen

As good candidates have been kicked aside

We need a new leader, not another has been

Going for the ‘Prime Minister Ride’.

George Potter

Where are we going?

Each day, we read, how we’re, so smart
We invent and make more things,
So if we are, let’s play our part,
Make sure the work no evil brings.
Progress is the general call,
Most has a value true,
But equally our minds can be
Blinded by the selfish view.
Again it seems self-centred greed
Towards disaster leads,
The Earth is warming, by and by,
We’ll ‘bite the hand that feeds’.
Each one can make a difference,
There is no time to spare
It’s for our children’s children
That we should now show care.
George Potter

What did I see?

When we say “I saw it!”,
Perhaps we ought to say,
We glanced at an image
Before we looked away.
When you draw you really look,
The right shape to define
And so with Nature, really look
The great beauty there to find.
So in your Explorations,
Look underneath the stone,
In between the grasses
For they are not alone
Hundreds of little creatures
Each with a life complete
Are there to be discovered
Beneath your giant feet!
Then you will have really seen,
Nature, for you, unfurled
So take your friend along next time
To share the Wonders of our World.
George Potter

With deep regret.

Once again we mourn, the loss of a great soul
Whose unselfish life was ended, by a selfish devotee
Unknown, his motivation, or his intended goal,
But by his mindless violence, he killed a great MP.

These belated words, just describe the great frustration.
Of those who write, too late, their superficial lines
Knowing, those who really need, their thoughtful explanation
Are those who never read, or learn the message of our times.

How do we stem the actions of a misguided mind?
How do we determine, where such danger lies?
In truth, we can but encourage, so others do not find
Reaction to a problem, relies on using knives.

George Potter

What is Woke?

I have to admit, as a very old bloke
I do not understand what is meant by ‘woke’,
Seems to me, it confuses, what is just common sense,
With misguided thoughts and the strangest pretence,
That history can be, by vandals erased
Humanitarians, too, cease to be praised
If not supported by the self-centred Few
Who claim a right, to tell us what to do
When in fact, what they do is nothing more
Than foment more division, and that, I deplore.

Each of us matters.

We are not responsible, for decisions that were made_
In olden times, before most of us were born.
Such mistakes are more clearly seen, by the conscience of today
But then, a Nation’s actions, obeyed a different norm.

I will not make excuses for injustice done,
By those who, for selfish reasons, ignored humanity
But let us not, with hindsight, react intemperately
For only ‘Understanding’ will give foresight to see.

But I am, in part, responsible, to find a better way
Sadly those who suffered, will not, by our protests gain,
For selfishness still creates the troubles of today,
We must learn, now, to avoid creating further pain.

Pulling down the statues, posing on bended knee,
Does nothing more, than separate, those who, without pretence
Co-operate with willingness, to find a better way,
Seeking conflict resolution, not selfish recompense.

All lives matter, black, white and mixtures in between
Beliefs, are too, a stumbling block, where arguments abound
But if we start with friendship, without the prejudice,
Acceptance of variety, is more likely to be found.

George Potter