
Three short poems
by
Tigger23 ( 1616 )
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Posted: 24 September 2008 Word Count: 242 |
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A Herd of Apostrophes
There is a herd of Apostrophes,
chasing my pen’s silent moves,
across the paper.
They lay in wait,
where I do not want them to,
and eat all of the meaning
and the grammar from what I do.
The only natural predator of the Apostrophe,
is the full stop.
I only use those sparingly,
for I find a good read, and the delete key,
provide a much better remedy.
Meanings
They said I was lazy,
I was simply practising the lost art of Zen.
They said I was laid-back,
but I just proved to have a high
tolerance of stress.
A Man with a lined conscience,
asks me for my secret.
I said I do not have one,
but if I shared it,
it would no longer be a secret.
My only secret is the line I drew,
and as long as it is not crossed,
then neither am I.
Muse
I want to believe that my Muse
is beautiful, and will teach me the ways of life.
I want to believe that my Muse
will be there when I need her.
I want to believe that my Muse
is Monica Bellucci.
I know that my Muse
is more likely to be Keith Chegwin.
I know that my Muse
will irritate me early in the mornings,
and late at night
And I know that my Muse
will shout Wahey everytime
an inky gem falls out of my pen.
There is a herd of Apostrophes,
chasing my pen’s silent moves,
across the paper.
They lay in wait,
where I do not want them to,
and eat all of the meaning
and the grammar from what I do.
The only natural predator of the Apostrophe,
is the full stop.
I only use those sparingly,
for I find a good read, and the delete key,
provide a much better remedy.
Meanings
They said I was lazy,
I was simply practising the lost art of Zen.
They said I was laid-back,
but I just proved to have a high
tolerance of stress.
A Man with a lined conscience,
asks me for my secret.
I said I do not have one,
but if I shared it,
it would no longer be a secret.
My only secret is the line I drew,
and as long as it is not crossed,
then neither am I.
Muse
I want to believe that my Muse
is beautiful, and will teach me the ways of life.
I want to believe that my Muse
will be there when I need her.
I want to believe that my Muse
is Monica Bellucci.
I know that my Muse
is more likely to be Keith Chegwin.
I know that my Muse
will irritate me early in the mornings,
and late at night
And I know that my Muse
will shout Wahey everytime
an inky gem falls out of my pen.
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