Things Poetic

 Trillionaire - doublespeak and irony The money is not imaginable,  unimaginable, some say obscene a trillionaire many would agree with depicting it an obscenity they say rockets, and twitter X in newspeak - Orwell in practice build hugely powerful star reaching vehicles work teams into the ground remorseless fascist saluting,  Benefitter of apartheid - exponent of it anti immigrant immigrant,  anti antifascist - irony writ large war is peace, lies are truth,  as we live in a weird fantasy world where there are no rules, no guardrails, no rules based world order might is right the pigs have become the rulers the rapists the law makers and the raped targeted and ignored

 Waxing Words, whisper within wind swept wheat, golden in the sun What can be heard, is snatched only 'When can ...'  .... 'Will we want to....' ... 'Tomorrow works well' Would if I could hear more, but its caught in the competing sounds of music, birds, wind, combine harvesters Will we wonder why we don't meet Will we wish we had Will we want to talk without restraint Will we be transparent, without withholding ? When....why not .... the waning of the moon witheld wonder

 Love four letters Living Our very best life evermore choices, thoughts, dreams, hopes - all tied together with each other smell, taste, touch, feel - all expressing ourselves whisper, smile, gasp, groan - together always

 Scrum they spilled the ball, again  bloody backs OK, leave it to us forwards Hooker lifts arms int he air, stretching muscles, waiting.  Doing a sort of mating dance with the opposing hooker hookers both the lumps of the props lumber up and take their positions on either side, tightening binds, steam lifting up from the 6 men locks hold each other up, kneel and peek through between the props legs seeking the enemy...a few paces in front of them then the fly boys grab hold on either side and the back duck and charge tusste push hit grip hook and ....break, run, pass, tackle, lunge.....dive score

 The Smile It was the smile, full and generous, eyes twinkling, a belly laugh thats the memory,  kindness, care, love, support putting everyone else first, even when she had nothing, and no energy and hating being the focus of anything the smile, the love, the care always remembered

 age is it the age that gets you,  age and years, both seemingly continuous,  yet structured seconds, minutes, hours...you know how it goes prickling above the horizon, shards of new sunlight,  yet billions of years old and 8 minutes away not yet warming, just seeking out cells to say "hello there" in a Skywalker way or is it the journey that takes your legs out drops you like a sack into that chair, zimmer, bed