I did say somewhere on this blog that ‘other stuff’ was a sort of filing cabinet for stuff I didn’t know what to do with. So here’s a couple of poems. I honestly can’t remember what I was doing writing poetry or what I must have been thinking at the time because it’s not a genre I have any real interest in. And I think it shows. Having said that, there’s something about them I like. I’ll keep working on them. Meanwhile………..
Lust for words
I find writing far easier than talking
Simply because
When you write the wrong thing
You can delete it
When you say the wrong thing
The damage is done
For example
When I say words like
I love you
I mean it
at the time
I’m sure I do
But, thinking back
It was probably just the lust
We shared
But after a while
Feelings change
Well they did for me
Boredom?
Who knows?
Don’t think her feelings changed
But then again
I was still making all the right noises
So to speak
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Scra(m)bbled
I used to think it was words that differentiated us
Intellectually that is
But words are just the tools that we use
Words can make the clever man look a fool
And the fool seem a clever man
So it’s the mind and its intent
That carries the power
To speak good or evil
And everything in between
The English language in particular
Is rich in colour and nuance
So many words that mean the same thing
And some quite the opposite
Think sentence, table and sting
Of course it depends
On how words are presented
Which brings into play rhetoric
And oration
People want people to
Say what they mean
And mean what they say
Fat chance these days
And thinking about it
Other days too
So what am I saying?
I’m not sure I’m saying anything much
Of import
I just wanted to gush forth
A cavalcade. A circus
Of words that allude to something intellectual
Sorry about that
But there is a serious point in there
Somewhere
I started brightly. And my intent was good
But then I became lost for words
I blame my mind.
very good but when are you going to get that play finished !!!