Today, 21st March, 2021, is World Poetry Day, so in the spirit of things and as I've already dug out some older poems; here's a little ditty I penned earlier, some time earlier, sometime in the 1970s earlier. Goodness knows what was going through my head at the time, probably the thought of having to … Continue reading Hypocrisy.
In the 1970s, when I was younger, so much younger than today, I wrote poetry. Some of it was short and sweet, some of it was lengthy, ponderous, and superciliously pretentious. In fact, most of it seemed to lean towards the pretentious. I typed out my musings on a typewriter, a portable typewriter. I've trawled … Continue reading Poetry again…
This hails from somewhere between August to December 1977. I found three revisions of this particular piece, so I've been a bit selective and chosen the one that I feel now, after all these years, makes more sense. One had lapsed into a remarkable state of pretentiousness and was going on about; "a five-dimensional expanding … Continue reading When they turn out the stars.
Again, it's tempting to re-write these, but this is just how I wrote it in 1977. "Where'er" indeed! Was Power Led Astray Where'er the shadowy footsteps trod, Upon the consecrated ground of a forgotten god, Did dust fall disturbed from age old slumber, With echoing steps like distant thunder. Long ago from the steps of … Continue reading Was Power Led Astray.
Closer bind the pages, The book we write, hold tight, The words of honesty and truth, the sages' only might. And rested minds of many, Shall sing along the wind, in praise of written harmony, The story to fill need. So closer bind the pages, The book of love, our creed This little ditty is … Continue reading Closer
So, um, poetry again… I wrote this somewhere around the mid to late 1970s, probably between 1974 and 1978; I can't pin it down to a more accurate date, but it would have been around that time. I have a "portfolio" of these things, all neatly typed up, yes, typed with a real live typewriter, … Continue reading Children of the Sun
Come this September I’ll have travelled sixty times around the sun, seemingly endlessly looping around the star as it in turn circumnavigates the galaxy which is itself wheeling through space on its own course. It’s enough to make you giddy. It is true though that the older you get the more you do realise that … Continue reading Let’s talk poetry