The Day That I Didn’t Win A Poetry Competition.
The big day arrived;
the day I’d waited for
for a long, long time.
I’d sent off my rhyme,
to the address that was given;
and awaited the kudos,
and I’m waiting still.
Still I wait,
as a waiter should;
and here’s a tip –
waiting is good.
How long should I wait,
and for who,
what and why?
Where should I draw the line?
When to do so, I can’t define.
would be the moment
When & How & Now
When the quiet of the night has been broken by your feline friend doing what is natural to her with a tiny little bird…
When the slumber of sleep has been washed away from your eyes by a liquid formed from beans…
When the things that are to be done lay calling to you from beyond a nearby horizon…
When you have to recharge the limbs with energy and flex them into action…
… what shall I do first?
I look at the twenty-fifth letter of the Alphabet
And ask the question: why?
I look at the busy market square
Trying to find Waldo
And the question is: where?
I look at the glass filling up
And the question is: when?
I look at the physician
And the question is: who?
I look at the power output level indicator
And the question is: what?
I look at myself
And the question is: where is the sallow youth of fifteen?
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Only ninety-three days to Christmas!
That’s just thirteen weeks and two days!
I did the Maths.
Actually, to be almost precise,
It’s two thousand, two hundred and twenty hours and fifty-six minutes
At this very moment
In the time zone that I am in –
Which is nice
And if you don’t believe in Christmas
It doesn’t matter a Jack toad’s natter
If it’s today, tomorrow, or never.