CLEVER
One likes to think oneself as clever
Always ironic, and with a wry grin
Yet the great leveller is often poetry
As it sorts the wheat from the chaff
And rhyme and metre can be a faff
All is fair in love, war and creativity
Such that we must take it on the chin
And abandon our high seat forever
When that thought or image strikes
As cold logic succumbs to inspiration
Did the brain have a sporting chance
It doesn’t matter what may be true
As one grasps the irrelevance of I.Q
And respects taking an emotive stance
Free verse has a sort of perturbation
Resonant with what someone likes
So, cleverness was never an absolute
And courage is needed to just let go
Some final tweaks and edits may work
After all the arrows have been loosed
The one in the target is the mot juste
Yet off to one side, other words lurk
It’s what you think not what you know
And claims of genius one must refute
Categories:
faff, inspiration, truth,
Form: Rhyme
Missing
She’s missing; the police faff around
Make up excuses, say that she drowned
Can’t find the body and let things slip
She had a bottle strapped to her hip.
Husband says how loving, oh how kind
What’s going on at the back of his mind
Gone without trace, vanished in thin air
Why search the cupboard under the stair
Weeks go by and the media relent
The hounds lose the woman’s scent.
Very suspicious, her bodies not found
A shallow grave under the ground?
After a weeks; hubby goes on TV
The hawks are watching, psychology
Not a tear falls, as much as he tries
Everyone and no one, fall for his lies
Years later he remarries a girl in Spain
And the whole vicious cycle begins again
Controls her moves, keeps her near
Exiles her family, till she disappears.
No body found, tears of killer
Deletes her phone, societies pillar.
David Cox 17/02/23
Categories:
faff, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form: Rhyme