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 by Michael Amor on Kindle

the all around overland tour of S. America)

What makes a piece of writing be a poem ?

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

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

THE LIVING YEARS

The first two decades were childhood, waiting;

the last two were old age, life abating;

but the middle two were the meaning of life -

procreation, kids with wife.

VICTIMS ? ?

Not drugged, assaulted, raped.

Seduced, yes, but not by men.

Instead by a luxury shaped

to meeting famous men.

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.