Someone has to work it out
Fill in the duty roster, allocate the tasks
I put myself down to be the wandering poet
A sort of absent-in-extremis wishy-washy role
Most days I would try to write a poem; it is a practice, as I suppose is meditation, or smiling, or watching the world go by
Monday, 19 October 2015
Sunday, 18 October 2015
Good Guys Guide to Getting Going
Yes a frost
Also strong sunlight
Rashers of well grilled bacon
Cups of, sweet & strong, hot tea
Also strong sunlight
Rashers of well grilled bacon
Cups of, sweet & strong, hot tea
Saturday, 17 October 2015
Friday, 16 October 2015
Thursday, 15 October 2015
Hold On
Take these half closed eyes
Not yet ready for their pennies
Take me with them, half way
Into your kaleidoscopes, & all, or
Half way to the modern-artists crimsons
Take these de-mystified lenses
Not yet to concede, or give in
Send them half way to paradise
With your surprises; rampant
Rapturous crystals piled ever high
Not yet ready for their pennies
Take me with them, half way
Into your kaleidoscopes, & all, or
Half way to the modern-artists crimsons
Take these de-mystified lenses
Not yet to concede, or give in
Send them half way to paradise
With your surprises; rampant
Rapturous crystals piled ever high
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