Wednesday, 25 June 2025

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.

Is this what it's all about ?

A happy family life.
Then lonely grieving.
Existence without wife.
And the long leaving.

Friday, 30 May 2025

Tweets 23

 SCAMMED
It's not just the money. I can pay it.
But I don't like being taken for a ride.
It bruises my self-confidence
and wounds my vanity pride.

Some of my friends are flowers,
some fruits, some vegetables.
They charm the summer hours
with beauty and digestibles.

Gym weights hopefully build muscle.
They certainly build self-confidence.

I'm very grateful for a lucky life.
Not quite as lucky as it might have been.
But a lot luckier than many others.

Dictatorship is brutalism.
Dictator is too bland a term.
It should be Brutalist.

Tiredness can be lethargy or fatigue.
Which is yours ?

Thursday, 22 May 2025

The Sea

Out of my depth and floundering
you tried to teach me how to swim.
I learned enough to stay afloat
and then you pulled me in.

Secure on land I found my feet
and gladly fell in step with you.
We marched together down the years
and hid the sea from view.

Through time we built a barrier
proof against any threatening storm
and in the lee we passed our lives
peaceful, dry and warm.

But then you died and suddenly
our guarding sea-wall cracked apart.
It cannot keep the ocean out
and I'm back at my start.

But this time's different from before -
no teacher tries to help me swim.
No longer caring if I drown
I watch the sea sweep in.

Wednesday, 7 May 2025

She lay so calmly after sleepless nights
I hardly had the heart to wake her.
She looked so peaceful in the morning light -
should I disturb her, did I dare shake her?
I sat beside her on a stool
and kissed her forehead, marble cool.
"Wake up" I whispered "Let's go home.
There's lots to do and I need you"
She didn't stir - I waited,
then reluctantly I left her.
I know she would've come if she could
but the coffin kept her.

Saturday, 26 April 2025

Tweets 22

LITERATURE
Plays and novels basically
aim at entertaining:
the better poetry
aims at insight.

THE EUROVISION SONG CONTEST
should be re-named a scene contest.
All the songs are commercial rejects;
it's all about the visual effects (!)

If you want to harden yourself
against disappointment,
try growing plants.
If you want to practise hatred,
try gastropods.

The current attractions at my gym
are the smooth, well rounded bottoms
of various young, attractive women.
They wear such sexy, bum hugging shorts !
Oh, to be a short, bum hugger !

The sunshine tempts the men to shorts
but the women stick to longs.

Some politicians like the idea of The People
more than the people themselves.

          SCAM
The biggest con-trick ever
is Life After Death.

Dictators tend to stay in power
because they give so many lower
class people jobs, status and power.


Why don't creatures other than Man become obese ?
You don't see ovewrweight foxes, badgers, mice or geese.
It can't be just the hunger of animal appetite
with cows and sheep in acres of grass just there to bite.
Is it instead the hunger of the human mind
needing to be occupied to pass the time ?