How long until
our computers
want us to prove
we ARE a robot?
Perhaps when next the sadness comes,
I might pretend I'm out.
The sadness knocks distinctively,
I'll recognise its clout.
I'll hide inside a panda suit,
And wait with bated breath.
Perhaps I'll try the same approach
When visited by death.
The snow bear sang his song of snow
From far away, and long ago.
With every note, from last to first,
He sang as if his heart would burst.
He sang his loss, his grief, his pain,
His snow that would not come again.
His song was done, his vigil kept;
And afterwards the silence wept.
This poem is presently on display at the headquarters of the World Wildlife Fund UK.
I'm back in therapy again.
That's where I try
to find out why
I'm back in therapy again.
Phew!
Joan of Arc
Found nowhere to park
When touring Montmartre
By horse and cartre
Winnie the Pooh
Smelled as sweet as the dew
But wherever King Kong went
A terrible pong went
Sir Isaac Newton
Had a tooth filled in Luton
It was only a small cavity
But he viewed it with gravity
Noah's Ark had set sail
In the teeth of a gale
Unicorns were bereft
To find they'd been left
Some people write "grizzly"
When the context needs "grisly"
I don't think it's Freudian
And it makes me annoyedian
Blood
Is good
Generally speaking
Unless it's leaking
We sat around the living room
I think he said a prayer
Or did he do a magic trick
I really couldn't care
We sat around the living room
Our futures having fled
The vicar came to see us
But my mother
Stayed
Dead
The whale came round the corner like a bendy bus, accelerating past the schoolhouse and on along Granville Street towards the Summers. I stood on the pavement outside number three, where the whale slowed to negotiate the junction with Temple Road. For a moment I thought I saw a teardrop fall from its eye. Then the great beast was gone in a twist and a flurry, leaving the air churning in its wake.
Remembering the whale after all these years, I sometimes feel I'm almost within reach of a fierce and vast new knowledge, while a strange pressure builds inside me until I can scarcely breathe and I want to cry out in fear until at last my heart bursts open and suddenly there I am, accelerating past the schoolhouse and on towards the Summers.
I once loved a woman
and then she was gone
So who am I now
while her absence lives on
She was the ocean
and she was the sky
but I couldn't swim
and I couldn't fly
I was the worker
and she was the queen
left me a hole
where a heart should have been