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

MORE BAD NEWS

The news seems always full of death and disaster,

a world out of control that we can't master,

tragedies of loss and grief far way beyond

my little limited life being in bond

to scrabbling for some trivial bum rhymes

and feeling guilty at being happy sometimes.

THURSDAY BAND NIGHT

The older ones are not attractive;

the younger ones need younger men.

At least the dancing keeps me active

partnering despair again.