Recipe idea #1

Add half a glass of hot water

to half a glass of cold water

to get a full glass of tepid water.

Simple ideas are the best.

My monosyllabic haiku

In seventeen short words,

I can say that my monosyllabic haiku

is not a thing that exists.

Would that I could—

Would that I could

write pure, unadulterated poetry;

but, it is beyond me.

Far, far, beyond;

over the hills

and far, far away;

and, also, not something

that I care to do.

But, I could…

if I wanted to,

but, I do not want

to float like a cloud,

compare thee to a bee,

or charge happily

into the valley of death,

That’s so old hat,

and I am not one for old hats,

and that’s the truth –

I have the attributes of youth—

okay, so I make stuff up,

that is my cup.

Where did you think that was going?

I write this, and I had no way of knowing.

Variously attributed to—

I would just like to mention,

that some of my words

have been used by other writers

and other poets

in ‘their’ works.


Would also just like to mention

them here.

My thanks must go to Alfred, Lord Tennyson

for my use of his word, ‘green’’;

to Anon for the word, ‘Gubbins’,

and to Dorothy L. Sayers

for ‘bloodline’ and ‘chivalric’.

In fact, there are only two words

in my writing

that I can lay claim to –

and one of those is ‘Badriomaku’.

Under certain circumstances—

Under African skies…

under the doctor…

Under milk wood…

Underground, overground…

Under certain circumstances

any of the above

would probably be useful;

but, not in this one.

I shall choose the opening phrase

of this work of some delicacy,

to set the scene for what follows –

if I didn’t,

what sort of fool would you take me for?


PS I missed Underfloor heating.

Taught Us!

It has four legs,

and a shell for a home;;

likes eating lettuce,

loves to roam;

goes very slowly,

but always gets there;

once had a race,

with a runner-up hare.

That story taught us

a lesson in patience.

Some do say—

Some do say,

or might say,

that night follows day;

but, in my honest opinion,

they are not right –

for day, indubitably,

follows night.

Some might say,

or do say,



am not quite right


I can neither deny

nor confirm if this is false or true –

I’ll leave the decision up to you.



Are you sure?

I ask you,

in amazement,

are you absolutely,


beyond any reasonable doubt,



Oh, well that’s okay then.

Sorry to doubt you

in the first place;

and let me just wipe any remnant

of disbelief from off of my face.

There, that looks better, doesn’t it?

It doesn’t?

Are you sure?

You are?


Quoth me—

Yeth, that ith what I thaid!

I will write a poem without the letter

that ith between r and t;

It can’t be difficult,

even if I don’t Tudorize

everything –

or Americanize thingz.

It will be a hoot.

But, will it make any ‘logical meaning’?

Or will it purely be

a tragedy,

like many of my prior poem (plural)?

Anyway, I know that it will have been

a thing, whether you like it or not,

having lot (plural, again) of creativity,

nor that much in the way of content –

but, not an ‘letter between r and t) in…


The sea – a song

The sea is so invigorating,

it brings my heart such joy

I’ve lived upon the ocean

since I was a little buoy;

floating around,floating around,

a cloud in the sky-

metaphorically speaking,

that cloud is I.