Buddleia

Butterfly bush living up to its name

lured by sunshine various came -

small tortoiseshell, whites, a peacock or two,

red admirals mainly, more than a few.

How is it that so much of British culture

has recently become so juvenile ?

Besides the soaps and TV game shows

why are adults reading Harry Potter,

playing and comparing video games,

following proliferating superheroes

and indulging in alien fantasies -

while the juveniles watch pornography ?

Tweets 10

So kind, polite, so very thoughtful

stopping to let the side car in,

failing to check the rearview mirror

for how many cars she's delaying.

Tired ?

I go to the gym although lethargic

'cause afterwards fatigue's electric.

As I get older and older

I seem to care less and less

about ever more and more.

Of course we're all fed up with winter -

even the clouds are heading south.

           Escort

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Not embarrassed, not ashamed,

standing naked, beautiful.

Knowing they're out of reach though entrancing

I gaze at youth and beauty dancing.

Still I also know when push comes to shove

I can always buy sex. But where to buy love ?

Overland camping group

The semi-circle of camping chairs

focusses on the cooking food

(more tuna and stir fry cabbages)

but also keeps attention glued

on the group itself and avoids the stares

of the gathering local 'savages'.

Like a circle of covered wagons from

the wild west of the USA

the defensive wall keeps the enemy out

and allows us not to give away

food we don't want or lose aplomb

if someone challenges with a shout.

Our culture encourages selfishness

and makes us inhospitable.

Perhaps if we faced outwards instead

we'd find the poor more pitiable

and see spoiled self-indulgence less

important than them being better fed.

We had a date. She wasn't on time.

I waited an hour. She didn't come.

I felt a fool but it's not a crime

and after a year an hour's not long.

The orb web spiders are back outside the kitchen windows

spinning their huge web wonders of concentric circles

like massive shining whorls of insect fingerprints

that trap the morning sun in thirty filaments of silver.

Evening draws the trappers from the window edges

dangling masters in their natural masterpieces.

Such wonders does the Earth provide to those that see.

Nobody loses all the time

"I should be so lucky - lucky, lucky, lucky"

I really don't know where I'm going to put them all.

"For once in my life  . . ." my luck has really changed.

All these prizes I keep winning in the junk e-mails.