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

my complete overland tour of S. America)

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.

GIRLS NIGHT OUT

The photos will show them smiling, laughing at the phone,

these clustered women embracing the weekend evening

together at the disco, families left at home,

reviving the tingle of teenage dreaming.

The videos will show them dancing together while a stream

of men flows past, sometimes splashing a glance

of interest at their antics which perhaps may seem

inviting some sort of dalliance dance.

But any sort of misbehaviour seems out of place,

young daring ceding to mid-life propriety.

That this can happen regardless of race

is tribute to British open society.

Tweets 26

A little child skipping in the rain

ignoring the bleakness outside

by the sunshine within. 

Sheep may safely graze.

TV obesity.

MOVEMENTS ON THE ALLOTMENTS

no longer a crow int the corner of my eye

or a cocky jackdaw jigging by;

not a smart magpie hopefully tapping

but only sheets of black plastic flapping

THE LIVING YEARS

The first two decades were childhood, waiting;

the last two were old age, life abating;

but the middle four were the meaning of life -

procreation, kids with wife.

VICTIMS or DUPES ? ?

Not kidnapped, drugged, assaulted, raped.

Seduced indeed but not by men.

Instead by a life of luxury shaped

to partnering 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.