And you thought I wouldn’t go there…
again.
As I was going to…
St. Ive
I thought,
perhaps,
when I get there
I’ll never leave;
but, who’s to say
whether I’ll stay,
I change my mind
most every day –
as is my wont –
so who’d be surprised,
if maybe I don’t.
Poem 8 – 07:00 16-05-2017
Seven is a licky number
Eight is a lucky one
One is also a number
As a large number
Of numbers are.
You can always count on a number
But, after a while
Counting affects your senses
And number will you become
They will encumber
Your every moment
Until
The numberness
Stands still.
Tick
Tock
It’s time to SHOCK!
By saying
That ‘NUMBERS’
Are
DANGEROUS
and liable to
KNOCK
you for SIX!
Or SEVEN.
Numbers are, in fact,
A numerical Heaven.
Poem 14 – 13:00 16-05-2017
Noon
Arrived much too soon
And, before I knew it,
It had come and goon!
And, no, don’t be thinking
That here is where
I continue the debate betwixt
‘Scon’ and ‘Scoon’
This is neither the place
Nor the time
For that most importantest
Of discussions sublime.
No, here, we are to concentrate on the loss of time
(Which, if stolen, is a weighty crime)
And, what that loss entails.
Did that sound quite serious?
I must be becoming delirious
As I ‘do’ serious
About as much
As I trainspot snails.
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Wal-ku 34 (Sure)
Haiku:
“Land, Beach, then Water?”
Haiku:
“And the boats float on the water?”
Vega:
“Most of the time, yes.”
Wal-ku 35 (unsure)
Haiku:
“A mile up the road?”
Vega:
“Yup!”
Haiku:
“There’s a hidden cave?”
Vega:
“Yup!”
Haiku:
“What’s a ‘Cherokee?’ “
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Vega:
“The fish live in it?
And the ships sail upon it?
I think it is… ‘sea!’ “
#vegathedoggerelpoet
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Poets die in hot cars;
While doggerels lay exhausted in the heat of the midday sun
Lacking fluid and needing the shadow
Of Autum-te-dum leaves.
The sweat of a writer’s brow trickles between lashes
And splashes of colour lighten up an otherwise dull shade of grey.
Old tomes lie, unread, unnoticed and largely unwanted
when minute devices carry their weight lightly
Politely giving up their words at the press of a button
Although some would think of Shakespeare as Lamb dressed up like Milton.
Or Brie compared to Stilton.
Poems die in a bright non-blaze of apathy
Lounging in cupboards and drawers; spouting off about charges and wars
When all the people want is a quick laugh
Then another
Without too much bother
“Brother, can you spare the time to read a book?”
“A what?”
And so it goes
Where it will end
Nobody knows.
The written word is fading and blurred
And will be long forgotten
When all things have occurred
That are happening now.
Learning to read?
What is the need?
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