2553 - Tweet to woo

I've just tweeted about 30 comments
On Twitter, and I've some new followers
I hope my reputation will grow, since
My intention is to post rib-ticklers
On a regular, nay, daily basis
If I keep doing this, surely my name
Will get known by the world. Better than Face-
Book, where it's just cliquey. The route to fame
In a meritocracy is when tame
Stuff is rejected, good stuff's recompensed
By getting more followers. Surely this
Is more democratic, and so my aim
Is to hammer this medium, see if sense
Can prevail when it comes to nonsense. Yes!

2552 - I love music

Days, weeks, months, all good seemingly this year
Mind you, each year has been good in the past
Appreciate each day, have fun, good cheer
And if possible, even have a blast
Why else be alive? Time goes by so fast
But really it's slow, fate is kind to us
More so than in the past, but that has passed
However, do we know that? Why now must
Things always get better now than they used
To be? Some people seek answers in prayer
And all expect science to win at last
Maybe it's best to be oblivious
Just follow your goals, what they want, don't care
Music and love their happy shadows cast

2551 - Sleep no more

Last night I woke and took three hours to sleep
Again, my mind racing, thinking guitar
My fingers racing on the fretboard, keep
Thinking of playing, racing here and there
The mind is where it starts, both near and far
And it would just not stop, lying in dark
Which gradually became light, plus the fear
That mum's operation was today. Stark
Reality, I hadn't texted! Work
Was also a worry. So counting sheep
Wasn't really an option. I was scared
I wouldn't last the day. In the end, walked
Through it, and then to town, room of people
Delivered my poem. It was better!

Wed 26 February

2550 - Again again

Things happen, things stop, things happen again
Thoughts pop up, they pop off, pop up again
Music plays, stops, starts, rewinds, plays again
Art and fashion lives and dies, lives again
People live and die, then they live again
Nothing matters, nothing matters again
Something matters, something matters again
I advance, retreat, then advance again
Fights start, then stop, then fights start once again
Success appears, disappears, once again
Exciting, boring, exciting again
Ill health, good health, mental, physical, when
Is anything guaranteed, not again
As life goes on, deteriorates once again

2549 - Power, corruption and lies

Terrible events in Syria, Ukraine
What is the common factor, it's Putin
I won't say Russia, it can't be to blame
As if all Russians approve of his sin
Though many do, but nationalism
Is a tool used by some politicians
To create fear or greed, yes, used by some
Not all. Look at Kiev, all those who've come
To state their case for real independence
Like Scotland, thinking money falls like rain
From North Sea oil located just within
Their territory. They hope tax will belong
To them from its extraction, but the same
Applies, leaders just want to take them in

2548 - What a tweet I am!

I got excited momentarily
I thought I had a lot of Twitter fans
After only a few posts, and could see
They were all writers and shit. This is fan-
tastic, I said, but soon my joy was done
I was looking at someone else's site
And their followers, not mine. Doh! How dumb
Thought I'd cracked it after one or two nights
Of tweeting! Earlier, managed to rewrite
And improve a longish poem I'll be
Reading Wednesday at 'Bad Language' so thanks
To that, it should be okay Wednesday night
Hope N goes, it will be real nice to re-
acquaint ourselves as part of nature's plan!

2547 - Food and TV

Time is so linear, easy to follow
Unlike the streets of Cheadle Hulme or Hulme
Or an amazing maze, Hampton Court, oh!
Don't go there, or it's -iliation, hum
Sweep logic away with old Occam's broom
Watching TV, Casualty's got Charlie
Still nursing after all these years of gloom
He must enjoy it, I guess, though why he
Does? Oh, but it's cheap fiction, quite silly
I wish I had a French stick, avec l'eau
Non, avec vin, mais tant pis, I assume
It's more like fish fingers tonight for me
I feel like a Teletubby, and Po
Is the one I'd be, right here in this room!