(#14) t.a. houseman presents… his poem ‘my horse poem’


(#14) t.a. houseman presents… his poem ‘my horse poem’
i wrote a poem once…

about a horse –

it was lame…

the poem,

not the horse;

the horse was fine;

but the blame for the poem being lame, 

‘that’ was mine.

(#13) t.a. houseman presents… his poem ‘the sun and the moon’


(#13) t.a. houseman

presents…

his poem:


‘the sun and the moon’
“the sun shines brightly” said tess, “daily”.
“Yes, but the moon shines clearer” said Keira, “nightly”.

(#12) t.a. houseman presents… his poem ‘my poetry’


(#12) t.a. houseman presents…

his poem

‘my poetry’


my poetry runs to many volumes…
from very quiet…
through moderately bearable…
to horrendously loud.

(#11) t.a. houseman presents… his poem ‘the second time we made love’


(#11) t.a. houseman

presents…

his poem:


‘the second time we made love’

after the embarrassment of the first time we made love
the second time
never happened

(#10) t.a. houseman presents… his poem ‘the first time we made love’


(#10) t.a. houseman

presents…

his poem:


‘the first time we made love’

the first time we made love
‘you’ were good.

(#9) t. a. houseman presents… his poem ‘if poetry is the cure, what is the illness?’


(#9) t.a. houseman

presents…

his poem:


‘if poetry is the cure, what is the illness?’

an apple, they say,

can keep the doctor away;

i keep a whole box of them by the front door;

he doesn’t bother me, 

any more.

(#8) t.a. houseman presents… his poem ‘words myth’


t.a. houseman

presents…

his poem:


‘words myth’

am just
a man;
i have
no
master plan;
but, if you think my words
carry deep meanings,
perpetuate the myth
and call me
mr smith.