By naming the Tower of Babel
Wasted speech was given a label
But then it was language,
Designed to discourage
The ambition of builders-too-able.
Now comes the Power of Mad Screech
Supposedly some kind of speech
Where the new predilection
To hustle one’s diction
Puts understanding, quite beyond reach.
Like announcements in DIY stores
A confusion of noise and no more
The objective should be
To improve clarity
Not to drive me, full speed, for the door.
As hearing falters, it’s less differential
Making the clarity all more essential
For my pleasure each day
I silently pray
For a word rate more clear and gentle.
Wonders of the Universe, galactic combination
Require a depth of knowledge, beyond my comprehension
Black holes, time warps, expansion, ever faster so it seems
All started from a single Bang, is this the stuff of dreams?
Steven Hawking wrote the words, I strain to understand
And then outside my window, I see the beauty of our land
Billions of stars, huge galaxies, great telescopes display
But even those quite near, are all too far away_
To be of any relevance to our living here below,
Where we create more problems, despite ev’rything we know
We already smashed the atom, and made a nuclear bomb,
At Cern we found Higgs Boson, (but it doesn’t live that long),
We’ve smashed the Ozone layer, (so now we’ll heat up quicker)
Smash the shales, by fracking, so our future power won’t flicker.
In fact we are quite ‘smashing’, but it seems to me,
The errors we keep making, will last eternally.
(Thoughts after the breakdown of a marriage)
The Loving Cup is broken, its contents strewn around,
The once lovely wholeness, is split upon the ground
The jagged edges, razor sharp, enough to wound anew_
The caring children, who would love, to rejoin the two.
Though now the points are far too keen, for the whole to realign,
Don’t let unkindness trample on this still unique design
Each half now needs support, and may not stand alone
For family ties are fragile, like porcelain, not stone
It may be found that strain without, is more than strain within_
The family, and in good time rapprochement will begin.
Thoughts of happier times can’t be, forgotten and sealed up
Chips and cracks can coexist in many a well loved cup.
So this design, though broken, still has a unique glory
And hopefully we pray, for a good end to this story.
When we say ‘if only’…, it leads on to a wish,
Be it, for a sunny summer, or to catch a bigger fish!
For honest politicians, for zero income tax,
A world without Al Queda, or more time to relax!
Usually, it is someone else, we think should make the change,
But if we turn the words around, our lives we rearrange.
For ‘Only if’, we do something, can we help to right the wrong,
Only if, we shout aloud, will we be heard above the throng.
Only if, we decide, can we change what might have been,
For ‘Only if’, means action, while ‘If Only’s just a dream.
All around us, now exists, a state of great confusion,
No-one seems to know, which is the way to go,
From our Ministers, division, our leaders rudder-less
The charts have no indication, of the ground below.
In olden days the Captain, would, “Take a sounding!’”, shout,
The uncomplicated lead-line, into the depth was thrown,
It found the bottom, and straight forwardly
The important facts were known.
Now they use elastic thread to measure depths unknown
The line has inbuilt buoyancy, so the bottom’s never seen
The vague measurement presented, uncompromisingly
Is only a reflection, of where we just have been.
Clearly, we are still afloat, (none felt an awful shudder),
What we need is Vision, but on whom, now, can we call?
Not the mutinous rebellion, of pirate boarding parties
Who claim great power, but actually, do nothing much at all.
So, clever Politicians, ‘all at sea’ or ashore,
Analyse with care, the dangers that abound
Think carefully about, where our boat is heading
Then make a sensible decision, before we run aground.
We are six thousand million on this earth today
We recognise a handful, but that is not to say
That those we do not know, and those we haven’t met
Are any less important on this earthly realm, and yet,
Some present Religion as the faultless guide
To those that we should fear, or gladly stand beside.
As no-one fears a new born child, whatever blood or creed
Whence derives the evil, that makes some feel the need?
To destroy what Gods and Prophets, universally declare
That equal right of each of us, to live and prosper here.
So my Fellow Traveller, I may not know you well,
But we should start by being friends. As far as I can tell
We have no fight between us, nor God that disallows
Our friendship, while we try to keep our charitable vows.
Live in peace and prosper, be as happy as you can
If we meet, we will embrace as man with fellow man
And if our meeting is delayed until the life hereafter
Let’s make sure, our actions now, deserve future love and laughter.