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t a houseman – a short poem

it is not

that i am hot

just growing cold

i don’t know why – t a houseman

i don’t know why

i don’t know why

the sky

is where it is

or what it is

and i don’t know why

where it is

and what it is

matters

in truth (t a houseman) for #NPD

in truth (t a houseman) for #NPD

it is what it is

and what it is not

it isn’t

t a houseman #27

t a houseman #27

poem a

words

in perfect order put

like chimney falling from a soot,

anagrams of spooner

amass all too quick

or seeven ooner.

(#28) t a houseman presents… his poem: the sloe was lost in flower

(#28) t a houseman presents…

his poem: the sloe was lost in flower

the sloe was lost in flower,

i watched for almost an hour

before i realised that I was lost, too.

the sloe in frost is sour;

i determined that it had no power

to become all sweetness and light, unlike you.

(#27) t a houseman presents… his poem: ‘numbers’

(#27) t a houseman presents…

his poem: ‘numbers’

numbers can be useful…

four counting

to one.

and, who would refuse

the offer

of a free number,

like seven?

(#25) t a houseman presents…

t a houseman presents…

his poem:

‘his poem’

his poem

was much better than mine

but, mine was much shorter,

so there.

t a houseman (#24) presents… his poem: lay down your arms

lay down your arms!

lay down your legs!

somewhere,

a dog begs;

and is moved on by a policeman;

and a brisk busker basks

in the glory of a note.

t a houseman presents… his poem: myself (#22)


t a houseman presents…

his poem: myself
myself
i can take me or leave me

except when i go to the shop

then i have to take me

somebody has to pay

there i often forget myself

and have to go and pick myself up

later in the day

t a houseman presents… his #20 poem: ‘that’


t a houseman presents…his #20 poem:
that’
one word more is quite enough

she said
and so i said one word more
and ‘that’ was quite enough