Category Archives: Prose With Pretensions
LIGHTLY FELT TIPS
When you learn to distinguish
between what is truly good in poetry
(especially your own)
and what is – shall we say – not so good
then you are almost there.
The rest is just practice, daring,
risk taking and self confidence.
Satisfying yourself is the foundation.
Rules are there to follow or break;
pleasing others a welcome bonus.
So leave the back door wide open
and invite the Musey Lady in for a brew.
She loves to take a load off.
If she’s silent, it’s only ‘cos she’s thinking.
She’s just observing, sipping her tea.
NOTHING TO SNEEZE AT
My wife complained one day
At my sneezing with such gusto
I explained to her that it sprang
From my realisation that a sneeze
Is the respiratory system equivalent
Of an orgasm and therefore it is best
To simply just let go and fully enjoy it
She said I must be the only person who
Could manage to complicate a sneeze
Many people believe
(Having been taught so)
That love and hatred are opposites
But in my experience this is not correct
The true opposite of love is fear
Fear is the ground
From which hatred grows
Love opens us up
Fear closes us down
We no longer see
So we imagine
And hate what
We think we see
To overcome our hatred
We must first overcome our fear
Of our fellows and of ourselves
I quite like
the memories evoked.
I learnt long ago
COUNTDOWN TO GRATITUDE
7 – Losing you woke me screaming
6 – The screaming subsided
5 – Took a look around
4 – Discovered I’m
3 – Even so
4 – Still here
1 – Whole
0 – Boundlessness … ness … ness …
POINTS OF VIEW
To assert one should live without opinions
Is both clearly impossible and paradoxical
But to defend them or argue them to others
Is both quite pointless and often dangerous
WEDDED TO VERSE
For better or for worse
A poet likes to lift
A stone to see what is
Going on under there