Can a perfect poem save the world? If so, let it be.
The world should be poetry.
To read means to understand.
People of whatever land.
Don’t have anything worth robbing and you won’t be robbed.
This poet is not double jobbed.
But enough of me, too much talk of me.
Who will make the blind to see?
Some other me.
Could it be I?
If not, why?
Something to do before you die.
How wonderful if everything would rhyme.
For all time.
30th June, 2018
If you dismiss the world as rubbish is that the right thing to do?
I say no, do you?
Its not all bad, somewhere there is gold.
Dig deep and you will find wealth untold.
What to do with all the rubbish, all the spoil?
Evidence of toil.
Produce less, or none at all.
God save us all.
Make something of it, something worthwhile.
Beneath the grass you too will lie after a while.
28th June, 2018
The world is rather overwhelming, don’t let it get you down.
Always remember the old saying, a frown is a smile turned upside down.
Yes, its massive run by madmen with missiles and big guns.
You are only you, you have one Moon and not two Suns.
Persist, persist and travel on.
The man with the missile will be gone.
The Moon and Sun last on.
15th June, 2018
Keep trying the pieces of a puzzle and eventually they fit.
Finally, a perfect picture when you get the last bit.
Frame it and hang it on the wall, some do.
Others don’t, the idea may not appeal to you.
Edge pieces are easy, corners easiest of all.
Patience gets you there, that’s life, in time a tree grows tall.
4th June, 2018