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Alarmingly, Zöe,

Began yachting

Classes (extra-curricular)

During Wednesday’s

End-of-term visit

From UCLA students;

Gaining techniques

Hardly seemly,

In retrospect.

Just quite

Knowing  parents

Lassitudes obviously

Make nonsence

When Words Collide (in an Acrostic Stew)

When

One

Reads

Disaster

Stories

Collide

It’s

Very

Important;

Life

Is

Sacred,

And

That

Is

Often

Not

Seen-

Consequently

Realisation

Unleashes

Mankind’s

Belief-

Losing

Entropy

And

P

O

C

A

L

Y

P

S

E

Ends

V

E

R

Y

T

H

I

N

G

Let me know if you have any thoughts upon this as I tend to get very few constructive criticisms or critiques upon my words – and I can’t believe they are all perfect! G;) thank you.

Interview with a Poet

The Interviewer introduces the interview with a leading question.

Poet: What is my motivation for writing poetry?

I don’t really know
I suppose that it’s so
I get my thoughts out there
In the wide world
Where they can make a difference.

The Interviewer talks here

Poet: Of ‘course’ my poems ‘make a difference!’ Without my words, the World would be a whole lot worse.
Imagine the planet Earth with little or no mirth – it doesn’t bear thinking about…
… and, I doubt the scenario where poets don’t exist on any of the other mythical lumps of rock like ours.

Here the Interviewer pours scorn upon poetry in general as being shallow and booooooo(dull as ditchwater)ring!

Poet: Well, that’s rich coming from you!
I know you’ve got a job to do…
But, hey, let’s have a little bit of civility, please
Your inability to hold a cultured conversation
Without a smarmy, semi-witty observation
Upon the ‘nerdishness of poets’
Is just a childishness which is symptomatic of you all-know-its
Really! Do you think…
That’s it! Do you?
It doesn’t seem like you have a clue
Get yourself a new attitude
And don’t just sit there being rude
About hard-working types;
That really takes the biscuit
Abuse us more
If you want to risk it
But, remember, without us
The wheels have no bus
And the mat loses its cat.
Think upon that, my friend!

Interviewer: Right-oh! That’s about it: The End.

So, all of you here tonight
Want to be poets
Am I right?
I said ‘am I right?’
I can hear a few heart murmurs of agreement
But, in the main,
You greet that with a
Stunned silence.
At least there was no outward show of violence
Or booing and hissing

But, without the boos and the hissing
There is something missing
A little Je n’ai sais quoi, perhaps
Or maybe not.

What? You may ask
Am I blathering on about?
You may ask.
But, I shall not be forthcoming
Upon the strumming
Of the lyric poetical
Which, in its theoretical form
Is ‘not’ the norm.

To Be Continuumed

Today is a Thursday
It should have been a Friday
But it isn’t
I’m not saying that it’s not a good Thursday…
But, it would have been a better Friday.
Tomorrow ‘will’ be Friday
It remains to be seen
As to whether ‘good’ will be
An epithet for it
Or a memory of one from the ‘yesterday’ that ‘today’ will be
On the morrow.