Daily Poem #13 Fortune Favours the Cookie Eater

Midnight.

First of May.

Wash your hair in dew and gaze into a mirror

(Careful! Don't break it!)

There he is. A tall dark handsome stranger

En route to Porlock.

 

Hand the cat (black, naturally)

To a neighbour and escort the

Stranger to Vegas,

Where, touch wood,

Your lucky dime will

Accrue, for you, a

MASSIVE fortune.

 

If not, head into the sunset with a shovel

And track down a rainbow.

Position yourself at its end,

Throw salt over your left shoulder, and

DIG!

 

If Mercury is in the ascendant and

Cassandra on holiday, you

WILL find that pot of gold

Stuffed with enough

Shiny silver sixpences to ensure

You will, if you're lucky,

Live

Happily

Ever

After

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Daily Poem #8 Jenny's Rose

 

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Daily Poem#7 Tritina

I didn't know what a Tritina WAS until yesterday! I deconstructed a poem I wrote for my 65th birthday and adapted it to this genre. It required considerable re-writing, which is a discipline I should probably engage more often!

 

28th October 2015

Have you noticed how the colour of the morning is yellow

Now that the days are shorter and the sun hangs low in the sky?

I mention this because it is Wednesday, and my birthday.

 

Become sixty-five or pass it, or call it every birthday

Deem it necessary to remember days like this one, warm and yellow

Dare enough to venture out alone beneath an empty sky.

 

Befriend solitude, a sense not of this century or beneath this sky;

Watch silence gleam on the wind-lapped lake. Whisper, savour, "Birth-Day."

Receive as a gift this quiet wood wrapped in green, and brown and yellow

 

This yellow day, this quiet sky, this awesome present. My birthday.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Daily Poem #6 Nathan

On Gloucesrer Cross: Nathan.

Dressed by the Salvation Army, fed

By City Mission, sits

Wasted.

Maybe it's the drugs that make him simple.

 

I think not. I think he has always been a child.

 

Once, his sister took him in, but I guess he wore her out.

He claims no family now.

It's no fun, being an addict.

 

"Where?" I ask, "Are you sleeping, Nathan?"

 

"Car Park. Off Westgate Street."

 

Until, I guess, an upright citizen, with a full belly,

Complains. Or drunken party-goers piss on him.

 

I think about this, often. There are people who

Stop in sympathy with a pound or a sandwich

And there are people who piss on him.

 

I am guessing, because you have read this far,

That you are not one of those.

 

 

 

 

 

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Daily Poem #5 Blooming Nonsense

Poke a hole in a poet's soul and just LOOK at what tumbles out!

Toadflax

Day's-eye

Nightshade

Flag

 

Love In A Mist

Fritillary

Cornflower

Hop

 

Heartsease

Sweet Peas

 

Buttercup

Fat Hen

 

Dock.

 

Lady's Slipper

Lady's Mantle

Granny's Bonnet

Foxglove

 

Stock

 

Skullcap

Monkshood

Bluebell

Snowdrop.

 

Dandelion

Pis-En-Lit

Wet-the-bed

Forget-Me-Not

 

STOP!

 

 

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Daily Poem #4 Eliot's An Idiot

Eliot's an idiot

If he thinks April stinks.

I like April.

I get to write poems

Tapping away without a care in the world beyond

Scaring a metaphor out of hiding

Finding a a rhyme

(Which is as easy as tickling a simile

Out of my stream of consciousness )

Lending an ear to assonance and

Holding a meter to ransom.

Oh yes!

It's Good. All good.

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