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Monday, 12 December 2011


Words are often random.
It’s like what I think
And what I say
Are never in tandem.
My fingers don’t ink
What thoughts hand them

Poetry is the economy of words
Not just the pronunciation
Of words like, economy
Like one president would say
As he spontaneously spills spoonerisms
Like a dessertspoon’s stuck in his mouth
Because the aftertaste of voting victory
Is sweeter than Melting Moments’ cakes and pastries

Words are often random
Protect what you say
Wear a speech condom.

[Written circa 1200hrs 10/12/2011.Inspired by Richard Henry Quist Sr at P.O.E.T.S (People Of Equal Thoughts & Spirit)

Sunday, 11 December 2011


He sat with his friends to whom he was a peer
Merry they made with wine and beer
Next, he sat in a car changing the gear
The road was smooth and the coast was clear
But a siren from afar, which he could hear
He looked in the mirror, the one for the rear
All too soon the police was near
What he had to do he did out of fear
He sped on the road and skid past a deer
And off the road the car did veer
It rumbled and tumbled and crashed like a pear
He did not survive but also lost an ear
His family had lost him, he was so dear
Only from school he’d have graduated that year.

Tuesday, 6 December 2011


Dreams are hard to make
It takes time to sleep.
Sing a lullaby
So you can sleep now.

Though your eyes are closed
Dreams are fun to see,
Doing things unseen
When you are asleep.

Every dreamer must
Remember this truth:
Dreams are made so real
Only when you wake

Written circa 2145hrs 17/08/2011
[Inspired by a “writing challenge” at People Of Equal Thoughts & Spirit (P.O.E.T.S)]