Grounds for sound. optimism, I revere,
cast your silken innate spell my dear,
boundless acts of kindness so sincere,
watch for gentle soul who may appear,
with courage, charm that neighbour near,
raise your voice eschew or shun that jeer,
heartfelt gesture never has a false veneer,
spinner of dawn bird chirp word a career,
they stress pure goodness without fear,
one prompt with praise, loathe to sneer,
from january first to close of calender year,
on another slant or somewhat bright frontier,
haunting scenic fare layer on layer, tier on tier,
divine vision when observing life on a pier,
omens shine everywhere just gaze and peer,
the poet, writer, playwright in their sphere,
duty bound as spry warm tidings pamphleteer,
blissful world not difficult at all to engineer,
me, torch bearer, spirited, jovial, zestful top gear,
my monorhymes might buttress a well-disposed ear.
Bugs Bunny
was New York smartass funny:
he showed no fondness for parrots,
but was well-disposed towards carrots.
Beyond the Grey Sky
Sunshine glint fords this picturesque perspective,
well-disposed indeed, reserved for visitors,
my sepulcher neglected, whilst ...
time-stretched o'er,
~~my limestone sculpture.
Didst thee thought of me become therefore feeble,
wouldst thou respond moreover fulfill me whole,
nought by some supposed decree, nor wrongs ...
from me,
~~wouldst nought keep from thee.
Confounded of why this occurrence exists,
recompense didst I, whilst I lived gifts reprieve,
bedridden I midst the souls huddled in grief,
~~didst by duty cries?
'Tis penitence yet ponders whilst fresh ground detects,
new expressions circumvent, whispers, sleep I,
current flowers set, except one set on me,
~~my loved one stirred me.
2020 September 12
It was only a fleeting second
but you knew
that these occasional acts
of controlled violence prolonged the silence
between the stanzas.
The verses I wrote
arrogantly thinking that
they could change something;
not between us, just
a part of what was.
Here, every word could be
a monument to love or grief;
a sigh of ennui
or just relief
or just a pause.
Well supposed, well disposed
to the occasional sleight of hand.
So as to understand
nothing so bland
as the obvious.
There is simile
and metaphor
and everything else is just propaganda
that will be spelt out
for educational purposes.
For poetry is
the new education
and the latest government policy
that the Prime Minister
will relate so apostrophisedly.
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