BLOCKHEAD

"No man but a blockhead ever wrote except for money."

                                                               Samuel Johnson

OK, so I'm a blockhead. 

WELCOME

 I hope you enjoy reading from this collection

as much as I enjoyed writing it.

(more poems in 'SAO' my S. America overland adventure on Kindle)

What makes a piece of writing a poem?

If there isn't any rhyme or at least repeating rhythm,

it's just pretentious shredded prose and not a proper poem.

I know there's a science explanation

about the colour of the sky

and it would be presumptuous

of me to question why

it has to be so complicated.

I give the scientists their due

but seeing as it's Some-One's carpet

I just think God likes blue.

Miracles

The first miracle is that the Universe exists:

the second that the Earth is so alive:

the third is Mankind:

and the fourth will be

if the second can survive the third.

When all is said and nearly done

then nothing really matters much.

When, without war or poverty

a life as comfortable as mine

begins to stutter to its end

there's little lost and still less won.

TWEETS 25

JAN 8  SUSSEX

I wondered why

so many cars on the road today;

then realised why -

all the ice and snow has melted away.

Changing gear is usually H

but more economical is W

ALLOTMENT

Another two hours in mud and cold:

there isn't any pleasure in it

but there is some satisfaction.

BED

used to be exciting - sex and cuddles

but now it's just a refuge from the daily troubles.

DISCO  OR  COCOA ?

One old woman in my bed

or lots of young ones in my head.

LIFE

like a fly's acquaintance with window glass