Friday, 13 May 2022

His Promises

His promises are flattering

Though his motives are unclear,

He's either blindly enthusiastic

Or wildly insincere,

Though it's cost him nothing,

His everything is here,

His promises are "yes, yes",

And "of course I will, my dear"

Beware the empty words,

Full with what you want to hear.'

Blind enthusiasm

Or wildly insincere











Friday, 6 May 2022

Half

 A mood is half a poem

In itself is a poem without words

And many a time I've luxuriated, lazily in that languid frame of mind

Leisurely loquacious, 

Lolloping lovingly over lines

Floating weeks above a keyboard 

But when falling fingers finally come down to land,

They find they are only able to forge

Half a poem

For they've found the words

and weighed them,

But the migrating mood has moved

Moved on from the mind

So I'm afraid this half 

Will have to do,

For you.




Unreliable Narrator

This master-work of yours, This magnum opus, This poiema, Is sat in his underpants In a neglected and untidy flat, Typing on a laptop he bou...