You look wonderful this morning.
Such a radiant face.
Although your skirt is past its best.
Do you need a drink?
Though it comes with a warning.
This is your new home,
the perfect place to rest,
my gorgeous Phalaenopsis.
Which is poems of modern ideas in traditional poetry forms, rhyming poems and rhythmic poems plus some less proper items, jokes, epigrams, etc.
Wisdom not wealth was what I wanted.
Status and fame were not for me.
Now I can see it makes no difference -
they're all just forms of vanity.
The first miracle is that the Universe exists.
The second that the Earth is so alive.
the third is Mankind.
The fourth will be if the second can survive the third.
When weeding beans he works too fast
and by mistake he cuts some down,
the farmhand's annoyance doesn't last
when dissipated by the sound
echoing down the centuries
(as long as there's no gentry round)
by Anglo-Saxon peasantries -
Oh, fuck !