Twoems

The truest cliché ever devised But still by rulers much despised “All power tends to corrupt” Said Lord Acton adding astutely “Absolute power corrupts absolutely”

When you sing From a tree I can’t fathom a thing But you are sending some thing If only a ping When you land on the seat Are you sending a thought? Don’t go away Little bird I want to hear  what you want to say Soon technology will find a way Till then keep rob, rob Robin along

Particles If you have been drinking too much vino You may not have felt the course of the neutrino Ghostly particles that - it is reckoned - Pass through your body at a thousand trillion per second What I’d like to be told at least Is what would happen to me if they ceased

Azeem Azhar <[email protected]> is the future in small language models

We Earthlings are but a minute spec Among trillions of galaxies and the only one with Evolution’s gift of breathable air Why then are we sleepwalking to war Wondering whether at worst Nuclear weapons or rogue AI will get there first

Le mobile C’est moi

Pedestrianise our pavements Who’d have thought that cycle lanes Would lead to losses not gains A surge of cyclists now use the footway In anti-social power play What we need is a complete cessation And a quick return to pedestrianisation

Victor Keegan has just published the last of his “LostLondon” books about Thorney, a forgotten island in central London, formed by the Thames and the subterranean Tyburn, host to the densest concentration of ‘history’ anywhere. shop.ingramspark.com/b/084?p……

Adam and Eve Do we really believe that the world's first Madam Made the first move in seducing Adam Or is this view no longer a  mystery But simply men writing their own history

Hey Jude Thanks for uplifting The nation’s mood

Friendship is the art of mutual fibbing,  Truth is not lost but stored away In the head for another day,  when your friends will tell you. What’s really in their mind.,  So you will be able to respond in kind.  But they know that so won’t try  Thereby preserving the mutual lie.

This slightly quirky painted poem of mine about Trees has had almost 16,000 unsolicited views on the admirable Flickr website.