A poem to last for all time, is it a poem or a rhyme?
A rhyme is down to earth and dum-de-dum, a poem transcends and then some.
When the two of them combine I may turn water into wine.
Perhaps I’ll walk on water first then drink the wine to slake my thirst.
The blind may see, the deaf may hear, the dumb shall speak sometime, some year.
In the meantime here I am, a poet, one who gives a damn.
10th July, 2018
You think you’re talking about others but you’re talking about yourself and your perception of the universe.
It could be worse.
Is the self a curse?
If I ask you will you tell me what to do?
Or only speak about you?
I for one believe in the Sun oh yes and the Moon.
Will enlightenment come soon?
Well yes, the Sun will rise another day.
That is all I have to say.
On this fantastic day.
7th July, 2018
Has God a plan for me?
If he has it is yet to be.
I sing God’s fame but do not use his name.
The name unspoken.
Shall my and his hour come round at last?
I am a blast from the past.
A golden oldie, rather mouldy.
I must put myself aside, God died.
Have I failed or never tried?
Has God committed suicide?
Then I’m on my own.
Man who never was speak through me.
Infinity is no small thing.
Let your voice ring.
My voice is small.
Why speak at all?
I know I must.
Before I return to dust.
I am made of mud and stars and so are you.
Who seeks the true?
Before we kill the Earth and God and all.
I love life that’s why I speak at all.
One voice however small.
Hear the call.
You are not alone after all.
I end my rhyme.
See you next time.
I often end with a joke.
Sorry I spoke.
I mean my word.
Let the dead man’s voice be heard.
30th June, 2018
My history is a mystery to those who do not know.
If I tell you now you can say I told you so.
I was a fisherman, a journalist.
What about the girls I kissed?
I worked in a TV shop but not for long.
A stockbroker’s office, but I got things wrong.
I worked with a laser and I marked metal.
That’s enough for now, I’ll put on the kettle.
21st June, 2018
Can I transcend my origins and rise above it all?
As a lark in the clear air sing a song of small?
Oh that I could oh that I would and see things as they are.
Maybe some day I will be at one with my guiding star.
14th June, 2018