"Don't ever lose me," she said, "or you'll never find me again." And she smiled with such frivolity, I didn't take it in. Like something I didn't understand, left me standing there, Like another court jester. Unfocused for a minute, wounded but not yet feeling the pain. Wondering what secrets, lie behind your dark eyes, … Continue reading No Grey Areas.
Like something I didn’t understand.
EDIT I have edited the "introduction" to this poem because I have a confession; I wrote originally that "Like something I didn't understand" was written in 1993 after an unhappy love affair. Well, I have to put the record straight and admit that it wasn't. I started writing "Like something I didn't understand" in 1988 … Continue reading Like something I didn’t understand.
I’m out of sorts.
I'm out of sorts I have to say. Oh, I still work They send me pay and maybe that's the root But nay. I've worked all day again, but nay I've done but six hours For my pay. The hours that I said I'd do and management agreed it too but when I logged off … Continue reading I’m out of sorts.
On the deckle edges of life.
I haven't written much lately, I mused upon the length of poems, more precisely on how short a poem can be in "How short can a poem be?" and I transcribed another poem, "New Star Rising" that I'd originally written back in the 1970s. I've had ideas, lots of ideas but most didn't get past … Continue reading On the deckle edges of life.
New Star Rising
New Star Rising There's a new star rising in the west, and it's coming from the place, that we know must be the best. The nights are growing longer, feel the power getting stronger, put the people of the old ways to the test. Along the horizon, lines of dust. In the prisons, bars of … Continue reading New Star Rising
How short can a poem be?
How short can a poem be before it's just a few words on a piece of paper, before it's not a poem? Then again, what is a poem? There is a one-letter poem apparently, by the American poet and novelist, Aram Saroyan. It's called, well, I can't really type what it's called. The poem consists … Continue reading How short can a poem be?
Rainy Day, Sunshine Blues.
Talking of the Blues, which weighed heavily in the previous two posts, I just came across this little ditty which I apparently wrote on the 29th of April 2020. Ah yes, those heady days of 2020, no wonder I was thinking Blues… Talkin’ Rainy Day, Sunshine Blues Woke up this morning looked outa my door … Continue reading Rainy Day, Sunshine Blues.
I Wish It Was Yesterday.
The second "blues" poem referred to in the previous post. Again, I don't have a firm date for it but it's going to be circa 1976/78. I'd been pouring through "Writings and Drawings", a book of poetry, song lyrics and drawings by the august mister Robert Zimmerman and being young and impressionable some of it … Continue reading I Wish It Was Yesterday.
Hangover Blues Well l woke up this morning, took off my clothes and went to bed. Oh, I woke up this morning, took off my clothes and went to bed. Said I woke up this morning, took off my clothes and went to bed. Well, this pain I got baby, like a freight train going … Continue reading Hangover Blues
Love Byte My love, the wires are warm tonight, and she sees me. My love flows and she knows, my love, and always programmed so. The wires are warm tonight, but emotions are within permissible limits, and we might yet touch. We might smile, we might yet touch. And I see her. She's calculated, she … Continue reading Love Byte.