FORTUNE - 10th October
The shark is beaten
The cards care not for courage
Fortune favours whom?
Tuesday, 10 October 2023
Monday, 9 October 2023
Inktober 2023 - BOUNCE
BOUNCE - 9th October
The bulls are those who buy, buy, buy.
Pushing stock prices so they can sell high.
The bears think prices can go no higher.
Anxiously they seek a willing buyer.
Market prices ebb and flow
Sometimes they fall; sometimes they grow.
There's room for all to make a buck,
But bull or bear? It's just pure luck.
Unless the charts show a clear downtrend
With an upward blip - the beginning of the end?
But the mini-revival is time to announce
The sucker's rally, or "dead cat bounce".
Just a correction, prices continue to fall.
The dead cat revivalists have lost it all.
Sunday, 8 October 2023
Inktober 2023 - TOAD
TOAD - 8th October
Mr Toad, don't cross the road
You're so much safer here
This place is good, there's so much food.
There's nothing here to fear.
Mr Toad, don't cross the road.
There's danger if you do.
Birds of prey, night and day.
Nowhere to hide for you.
Mr Toad, don't cross the road
You need to keep yourself wet.
But over there, there is nowhere
To have a dip, I bet.
Mr Toad, don't cross the road
I don't want you to go.
Cos if you flit, I have to admit
That I would miss you so.
Saturday, 7 October 2023
Inktober 2023 - DRIP
DRIP - 7th Ocrober
A single drip goes unnoticed. The splash imperceptible.
Another, five seconds later - just about detectable.
A rhythm is created, when five seconds later
Another drip is headed to the beginnings of a crater.
A fourth and fifth and sixth appear with regularity
Seven, eight, nine and ten build familiarity.
Double figure drippage, it's difficult to ignore
One starts to wish the tap would generate no more.
Drip, drip, drip - the pain it starts to grow
As all senses focus on the water's disrupted flow.
The torture is incessant, please make it stop.
There's no way I can take, the sound of another drop.
Friday, 6 October 2023
Inktober 2023 - GOLDEN
GOLDEN - 6th October
The Golden Child is full of promise - destined for success.
They drift along effortlessly - never any stress.
Everything they do, every decision that they take,
Enhances the perception that they never make mistakes.
No matter what they're doing, whether work or whether play,
They're always on the winning team, every single day.
The opposite of golden? A miserable life to lead.
Self-loathing woe-is-me - suffering guaranteed.
Victims all the time. No agency to correct
A life of doom-and-gloom, to one which is perfect.
The question we should ask, what we'd all like to know
If success begets success, might the opposite be so?
Thursday, 5 October 2023
Inktober 2023 - MAP
MAP - 5th October 2023
Maps can be political
Borders revised continual
Sometimes they are nautical
Helps one sail their way to Portugal
Forecasters show us climactical
They also add the audible
There's also the topological
Cartography made allegorical
Some are topographical
Presentations of the physical
Consider the seismological
Quakes recorded historical
Projected stereographical
Or even orthographical
Printed maps are portable
But Google Maps? The oracle!
Wednesday, 4 October 2023
Inktober 2023 - DODGE
DODGE - 4th October 2023
The heavies bear the brunt of the pushing and shoving
The tight five is complete with those that love jumping
The loose forward trio make an artform of tackling
They love nothing more than a turnover from jackling.
Scrum-half and fly-half dictate operations
The good looking poster boys of The Six Nations
Twelve and Thirteen are the ball carrying positions
Bulldozing opponents with no inhibitions.
The wingers and full-back are there to score tries
Raw speed propels them to the goal-line prize.
The heavies are desperate to give them a smashing.
But their twinkle-toes help them dodge any bashing.
Dodging this way and that, from left to right
They put on the gas, and sprint out of sight.
No cuts or bruises. No sign of blood.
Clean shirts and shorts, both free of mud.
The squad is made up of those who work hard,
Those who dictate, and those who stand guard.
These tasks, for some, are nugatory.
They appear from nowhere, to take all the glory.
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