Weather Woman

I am a whirlwind, a whisk of storm
Bustling hustler, shucking pain
I, tornado, brave and warm
Quite immune to storm and strain
 
Problems scatter at my touch
Tossed aside on threads of steel
Fly to cloudy puffing, such
We pay no mind and bring to heel
 
Arms outstretched, ten fingertips
Sweep through the tactile charged air
Perched for flight the moment strips
All concern from simple care
 
I am the calm in the storm’s grey eye
Twister turns a tidy groove
And dancing miles across the sky
No one sees my fleet feet move

Loop-de-wholesale

Made in the land of make-believe
Where lawyers play ‘who’d you believe?’
And corporations patent hints
Before they’ve read the finer print
Safety testing doesn’t sell
As competitive ne’er do wells
Are underestimating time
To roll their products off the line
So what’s to do when local law
Prohibits what has gone before?
But legislate your private loop
To keep them jumping through the hoop
‘Domestic’ laws will not apply
While we want foreign states to buy
Substandard, globocentric tat
‘Til ecosystem must fall flat
So here’s to Canada’s defeat
This business model works a treat
We’ll make our fortune and then some
Just looking out for number one

Public Transport

I take the bus to work each day –
Prefer it to the tube
I get to see the surface
Though the people are just as rude

It gives me some hint to the seasons
Not something you see much in town
And if I reach the stop early
There’s even a chance I’ll sit down

It really doesn’t bother me
That transport is half the speed
Our day’s the same length anyhow
And this way I get to read

The faces of my fellows
This aptly named human race
Who zoom in private vehicles
Not seeing the world they face

Wordcount

A challenge of words
Daily mileage to clock
When accustomed to torrents
May come as a shock

It appears that such distance
Brings a limit to speed
And more haste, fewer sentences
Grammar and greed

So I packed up the monitor,
The keyboard and mouse
And I, tentative, ventured
Outside of the house

As I strolled to the shops
In a shower of drizzle
My memory pops
At epiphany’s sizzle

A notepad, a new one
With freshly ruled page
And a packet of biros
Will surely assuage

My brain’s seeming outrage
At such a production –
Line focus to fiction
Instinctive and touching

A Stitch in Time…

Relax, said the wristwatch, his owner a flurry
For time moves too quickly when you’re in a hurry
And I need my rest or I’ll go double speed
And your life will be only the length of a reed.
Have patience, dear timepiece. The busy man said.
If I don’t make this meeting, I’m better off dead.
Oh pish, said the wristwatch, don’t butter me up.
No job’s worth this madness, you should try your luck
At giving another man the time of day
For you aren’t precisely happy this way.
Don’t know what you mean, the busy man huffed
As he clutched at his briefcase and doubled up, puffed.
I believe that you do, sighed the wristwatch, ashamed
As his owner tried vainly to breathe in again.
Don’t panic, just listen to tock and to tick
You’ll be panting again my dear sir, double quick.
But not one reply did the busy man give
For his rushing had sped through the time he’d to live.
So you see you should heed what your clock has to say
And learn to take time, not just rush through the day.