Keira KnightlyAnd Tess Daly
That just about covers it
A Birdseye view of a Bonsai Tree
Makes a bird think he’s higher than he ought to be
500 – 25,000 – 600 mins –
Five hundred, twenty-five thousand, six hundred minutes
How do ‘you’ measure a year?
And what is a rhetorical question?
If you were here last month I played the piano
And if you weren’t here last month
I still played the piano
I’ve had a request to play
‘Over the hills
And far away’
Oh, sorry, it’s not a request for a song
It’s a plea
New York, London, Paris, Munich
Everybody talk about…
And, talking of cheese…
I love travelling;
Especially upon my bicycle Where I like to eat cheese, French cheese
I love to feel the Bries on my face
which is an acquired look
And not to everybody’s taste.
Do you hear the people singing
Singing the songs of angry men?
No, it’s just me then.
It is said that some poets find inspiration in a bottle
But in my case I do not need the Demon drink
Outside of the box;
Like the canny fox
Who declined a job offer
And was pleased at that;
‘Unlike’ Frisky the cat.
The Elements sung to a recognisable tune – I know, it’s been done before; but, not by me.
There’s antimony, arsenic, aluminum, selenium,
And hydrogen and oxygen and nitrogen and rhenium,
And nickel, neodymium, neptunium, germanium,
And iron, americium, ruthenium, uranium,
NB you need to know that I put this to I Will Be (500 Miles) by The Proclaimers and not Modern Major-General by Gilbert & (or O’) Sullivan.
Poems, put wrong the order in.
In hand, the eye of burning
Framed the Tiger night
Symmetry immortal Tiger bright;
Or fearful of thy Forests?
This is one of my early poems
And, as I was in denial,
I gave it the title ‘I, am not a poet!’
Here, for you, is ‘I, am ‘not’ a poet.’
‘Not’ a poet…
But then, much later, when I realised that I actually was something resembling a poet I rewrote the poem and renamed it ‘I think ‘I’ ‘am’ a poet’
And this is the poem ‘I think ‘I’ ‘am’ a poet.’
This is a poem that is ‘called’ ‘Nitrogen & Oxygen’
It’s called that
But, It’s really all about me
It’s a large part of our air
Do you see?
No, of course you don’t,
One of its properties is invisibility.
This is a poem called ‘The End’
When it is
I shall finish
And all shall mend.