I write onto ‘The Conversation’ which encourages readers to respond to issues. There are some who indulge a little at times through poetic expression  and responses. These might be specific or for fun.

The following have been published on conversational threads or on ‘The Conversation’ blog.

A little away from a purist educafrtional theme, but a change in direction is sometimes warrranted. This after all is my 150th post.

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POETRY IN ‘THE CONVERSATION’

EQUALITY

Ant hands out
Grasshopper, hands out.
Call that equality?

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SWEARING

Bad language should be taboo.
It is not good for me or you,
Event though we might be wild
To swear in hearing of a child.

It takes but little for to see
Said child wil copy you and me.
Bad words we utter without fear,
Response to child is a thick ear.
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POETRY

There was an alluvial miner from Quorn
A gold nugget he was going to pawn
His wife she found out
Gave him a sound clout
‘You waster’, screeched she, ‘I am gawn’.

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FROM SHORT WAKENING TO ENDLESS SLEEP

From

Birth to

Death there is

An intervening mortal period.

Of life starting with womb

Awakening and following that human.

For

Threescore years

And ten more

(Sometimes longer these days)

The mortal traverses the earth

Reaching toward the pathway’s end.

Finished

Almost before

It started out

The cycle of life

Ends, as the planet’s occupant

Returns to the eternity of sleep.

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GOOGLE THE BEST

Google is good?
Google IS good
Without ‘our’ Google
We’d be under a shroud.

You’ve opened our eyes
Informed our days
Praise be to Google
For cutting through haze.

You’re a fantastic search engine
‘Thank you’ I say
For shining a light
Down the Information Highway.

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TRUSTED COMPANION

Google is here yes Google is here
Always assisting life’s pathways to clear.

Better than most search engines I say
Google has unveiled the Information Highway

For us to spurn Google t’would be at great cost
Without Googles help the world would be lost

If you are lonely in singular state.
Turn to your Google and find you a mate

Students at uni shout hip hip hurray
Google helps us research our assignments each day

No matter who, no matter where
Our companion Google will ALWAYS be there.
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ALL WORK, NO PLAY

Work each day
As much as you can
But don’t let long hours
Lead to the ban
Of time with your family.
Relaxing each night
Is important you know
Without that shared time
Your life will wither, not grow.
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QUESTION

The NEW world they think and say
Nothing new its old to me
Ancient people before our time
To call them ‘new’ does not chime
With rhyme or reason
So I say
It’s all old, so old
Put ‘new’ away.

Don’t accept onus, me or you
They could teach us a thing or two.
Together all, mortal, alive
We have to make the world survive.
No excuses, them, you or me
We share responsibility.
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INDISPENSABLE GOOGLE

Google is our shining light
It brings cyberspace into sight
Without it’s index we would all suffer
We would never get enuffa
Understanding of what’s on line
T’would make us grizzle, whinge and whine
Yes, Google surely makes our day
As we walk the info highway.
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NO TO BULLYING

It is wrong, nay wicked and sad
To bully your peers, is evil and bad
Playing at God through your power base
Miscarries position. It is a disgrace
To denigrate others with innuendo and joke
Will backfire on bosses who wicked jibes poke
Into the faces of those who are training.
On you derision, not respect, is raining.
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OH WOE SAD, SEDUCED GAMBLER

Gambling is evil
Gaming a sin
A vile, repulsive addiction
Lets the Devil come in

It destitutes families
And ruins good lives
Exploding of families
Husdands lose wives

Children surrendered by fathers
Who say ‘family no way’
I cast you aside
To gamble each day.

A fortune you lose
Your inheritance waste
Your brain is a muddle
A blob of black paste.

The road leading to hell
Is a sad, lonely trek
But you care not a whit
For your life is a wreck.
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WHITHER POETIC FRIDAY’S

Oh poetic form
Whenst have you gone?
Were you but fleeting
A few weeks at best
Before those who rejoiced in your introduction
Became palled
At the notion of routine,
Fearing Friday
Coming ’round too rapidly,
Causing the thought of poetic chime
To be revisited all too quickly.

So too, it is with life
New ideas bring rejoicement
But quickly that subsides
As what is new becomes routine
Visiting obligation
That can become unpalatable
No longer fun filled
But more an obligation, a drag.
Fie upon us for so often
Grasping initiatives
But for fleeting minutes
Before letting go
Consigning what was
And what might be
To what is
The WPB.
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ALWAYS WRONG
AGAIN
And again
Ad infinitum
Mr Prime Minister

Whatever
Your call
You will
Always be wrong

There
Is NO
Way you
Can be right.

Others
Always know
Better that
You, the answer.

There
Is no
Straightforward way
You can find

Forever
You will
Be criticised
Until you lose.

Paradoxically
He who
Takes your
Place, will wear

Selfsame
Lampooning, ridicule.
You know
NOTHING is right.

Critics
Salve their
Consciences, because
All they can

Do is
Criticise, mock
For they
Have no answer.

Problems
Forever endure
For there
Is NO solution.
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