Teacher, Teacher,
Millicent Witt
Has hidden the hamster
In her P.E. kit
Teacher, Teacher,
Jeremy Pear
Has hidden Beth’s socks
And he won’t tell her where
Teacher, Teacher,
Alasdair Tup
Says these rhymes are contrived
And the names are made up
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Friday, July 09, 2010
Low Flying Rabbits Ahead
Watch out for obstreperous elephants
Or fidgety fleas in your bed
There’s a bear on your chair – don’t stare! Beware
Low flying rabbits ahead
Be warned! Argumentative aardvarks
And the tigers haven’t been fed
When in doubt you must shout, There be dragons – watch out!
Low flying rabbits ahead
Caution – cantankerous catfish
There’s a dodo called Fred in the shed
And the mad fortune teller says, Take your umbrella
Low flying rabbits ahead
Be prepared for the lemur’s cruel laughter
But don’t forget what the old tortoise said
Life is fun. When in doubt – don’t worry about
Those low flying rabbits ahead
Or fidgety fleas in your bed
There’s a bear on your chair – don’t stare! Beware
Low flying rabbits ahead
Be warned! Argumentative aardvarks
And the tigers haven’t been fed
When in doubt you must shout, There be dragons – watch out!
Low flying rabbits ahead
Caution – cantankerous catfish
There’s a dodo called Fred in the shed
And the mad fortune teller says, Take your umbrella
Low flying rabbits ahead
Be prepared for the lemur’s cruel laughter
But don’t forget what the old tortoise said
Life is fun. When in doubt – don’t worry about
Those low flying rabbits ahead
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Harbinger
Twilight deepens
In the graveyard
And the first cicadas sing
Moth’s quick shadow
On the gravestone
Human skull between its wings
The moth’s soft touch
Against your cheekbone
Fear is such a fragile thing
The harbinger
Glimpsed by moonlight
Human skull between its wings
In the graveyard
And the first cicadas sing
Moth’s quick shadow
On the gravestone
Human skull between its wings
The moth’s soft touch
Against your cheekbone
Fear is such a fragile thing
The harbinger
Glimpsed by moonlight
Human skull between its wings
Monday, June 14, 2010
Price List
For fun verse,
Shrieks and hollers
$20
For lyrical flights
That know no bounds
£20
For passionate prose
At Uncle Joe’s
20eu
For light verse and nonsense
That’s less intense
20p
Write a poem
With me
Free
Shrieks and hollers
$20
For lyrical flights
That know no bounds
£20
For passionate prose
At Uncle Joe’s
20eu
For light verse and nonsense
That’s less intense
20p
Write a poem
With me
Free
Tuesday, June 08, 2010
After Words
When the nurse said
You may cry
bloodstained tears
My first thought was
how to fit
those two words
into a poem
You may cry
bloodstained tears
My first thought was
how to fit
those two words
into a poem
Friday, June 04, 2010
Cataract
A simple operation
As operations go
We make a tiny cut
Remove your cataracted lens
Slip in a new one
I am nervous. Several
trips to the loo. I’m cold
Eye drops dilate the eye
My pupil is a big, black yolk
I’m watching the clock
A porter takes me upstairs
A hot June day. The view –
Beyond white roofs, the sea
I’m on the table. Don’t cross your legs
The nurse chides gently
Drops anaesthetise my eye
A ring holds my eyelid
An injection numbs
Some things a patient rarely sees
His own procedure
I’m wired up. Peeps and hums
People bustle about
My face is covered
Lights dance before my blurred vision
I’m holding my breath
Breath evenly! And do not move,
It makes my job harder,
The surgeon says. Half way.
I concentrate on keeping still
Time crawls through shadows
A nurse holds my hand
A human connection
In that bright place of knives and chrome
It’s done, the surgeon says, It was tricky
I’m wheeled away
I’m back with Jill. The nurse
Brings us tea and toast
Instructions – keep your eye patch
on tonight. Four weeks of drops
Going home. Sunshine
As operations go
We make a tiny cut
Remove your cataracted lens
Slip in a new one
I am nervous. Several
trips to the loo. I’m cold
Eye drops dilate the eye
My pupil is a big, black yolk
I’m watching the clock
A porter takes me upstairs
A hot June day. The view –
Beyond white roofs, the sea
I’m on the table. Don’t cross your legs
The nurse chides gently
Drops anaesthetise my eye
A ring holds my eyelid
An injection numbs
Some things a patient rarely sees
His own procedure
I’m wired up. Peeps and hums
People bustle about
My face is covered
Lights dance before my blurred vision
I’m holding my breath
Breath evenly! And do not move,
It makes my job harder,
The surgeon says. Half way.
I concentrate on keeping still
Time crawls through shadows
A nurse holds my hand
A human connection
In that bright place of knives and chrome
It’s done, the surgeon says, It was tricky
I’m wheeled away
I’m back with Jill. The nurse
Brings us tea and toast
Instructions – keep your eye patch
on tonight. Four weeks of drops
Going home. Sunshine
Friday, May 07, 2010
Back Seat Driver
A life moves relentlessly
From frame to frame
I watch it from the back row
In the dark
The detective
Knows who the villains are
All he has to do is catch them
Soon a few loose ends
May or may not get tied up
Someone will make a witty comment
And the credits will roll
Then maybe I’ll watch the prequel
Or stumble out into the cold
Streets of reality
Maybe I’ll book a ticket
Stroll along a crowded beach
My sun hat at a jaunty angle
But I’m tired
And even though these seats are uncomfortable
I’m going to have a snooze
Wake me up when it’s all over
From frame to frame
I watch it from the back row
In the dark
The detective
Knows who the villains are
All he has to do is catch them
Soon a few loose ends
May or may not get tied up
Someone will make a witty comment
And the credits will roll
Then maybe I’ll watch the prequel
Or stumble out into the cold
Streets of reality
Maybe I’ll book a ticket
Stroll along a crowded beach
My sun hat at a jaunty angle
But I’m tired
And even though these seats are uncomfortable
I’m going to have a snooze
Wake me up when it’s all over
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