For National Poetry Day – The Seal of Approval

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The Seal of Approval

I went looking

                For the seal of approval.

All I discovered

                Was the walrus of discontent.

Shuffling dreams

                Destined for removal.

Knowing

                What I really meant.

Pencil – what’s the point?

                There is no explanation.

Even nothing

                Does not exist!

Superstition and lies,

                A great prevarication.

Yet the dream

                Must still persist.

Opher Goodwin – 5.10.2024

My friend Pete and I had a laugh about the seal of approval and walrus of discontent.

In this post-truth age we find ourselves completely adrift without any reference points. All the religions are phony, man-made constructs, designed to foster tribalism and create hierarchical power structures. All the news is controlled and manipulated by unscrupulous power-mad individuals. The internet is a Wild West of stupidity promoting every daft conspiracy, targeted by the powerful to hold the majority in thrall.

I write. I try to explain my truth clearly and fail. I look for kinship and understanding and fall short.

Ultimately there is no point, no truth, no understanding and I do not receive any seal of approval.

This then, is my walrus of discontent.

The Sun Don’t Mind

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The Sun Don’t Mind

There’s a war in Ukraine

                But the sun don’t mind.

Though millions starve

                It will continue to shine.

One day I’ll die

                But eternity won’t care.

My mind will cease,

                My atoms everywhere.

While we’re fed conspiracy

                The universe expands

Unaware of devastation

Oblivious to our plans.

Fleas on an elephant,

                A tear in the ocean.

Voyagers on a rock

                Living without a notion.

So big in our heads

                So tiny in reality.

An invisible flash

                In the uterus of infinity.

Opher – 25.6.2022

So important to bring things into perspective.

We take ourselves too seriously.

Yet our lives are important.

The wonder of life is quite unique.

We take so much for granted.

We are busy trashing paradise for a pocket full of baubles.

How can we give this life purpose?

Poetry – MUSIC IS THE MEDIUM OF CHANGE

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MUSIC IS THE MEDIUM OF CHANGE

Consumer units

Dreaming of lottery wins

To own or not to own

But you cannot take it with you

Your body or my home

Keep off my girl

I’ll defend it with my life

Building the future

I must buy me a wife

Legalize the medicine

That takes away the pain

In front of the silver screen

Sanitizing the insane

OPHER 10.5.98

The ‘it’ does not refer to the woman – it refers to the way of lifelessness.

The population seems to drift through a haze towards inevitability. Days are full of moronic nothingness, soporific TV and narcotizing ALCOHOL. Lust fills the time in between.

Dreams and hopes are of escalation, ownership and purchasing power.

Sometimes I wonder what the average person (if there is such a one) would do with £25 million when they get bored on a rainy day? It appears to me that life is vacuous for most people and lacking in substance.

No wonder some turn to religion. It fills the gap. The trouble is that, from my perspective, it fills the gap with something unreal.

I yearn for creativity. Music was the vehicle for the raising of my sensibilities. It got me thinking and bopping.