Category: Poetry

Having My Cake And Eating It

Why do I avoid The things that are good for me In favour of the things that are bad? I know I’m happier When I’m healthier And usually I’m wealthier Because the bad stuff is more expensive Than the good

My Despicable Deadline

Oh deadline, I remember when you were just a speck In the professor’s eye No more threatening Than an ant And look at you now All grown up And looming large over me A vicious unrelenting bully

A Chicken And Egg Conundrum

I honestly can’t recall If I started drinking coffee To combat the resultant fatigue Of insomnia Or if the fatigue is born of An insomnia That is itself a symptom Of excessive caffeine consumption But on a day when I have An omelette for breakfast And a Nandos for lunch There is at least one…

Work-life Unbalance

I think that I might have a problem It’s not something I can ignore It’s taking over my life It’s starting to become a bore I seem to be spending too much time Earning my monthly pay I do quite like to have money But there must be an easier way I think it would…

Rhyme But No Reason

I think it’s time for a poem I said aloud one eve I haven’t written one for days At least three I do believe But what kind of poem should I write And what should it be about? Shall I deal with themes profound Or nonsense shall I spout? Philosophical and worthy Is perhaps the…

Healthy And Safety Matters

After the success of my last ‘Found Poem’, I was fairly keen to do another, but I wasn’t sure what to use as my source material. Then, like a gift, I was asked to attend Health and Safety training at work (because I’m new, not because I’m a danger to myself and colleagues). I say…

Spamaletto

The more observant among my regular readers will have noticed that I’ve been writing a lot of poetry over the last week or so. It’s mainly because I’m doing yet another WordPress course and this one is called Writing 201: Poetry. Everyday I’ve been writing a different kind of poem and thus far I’ve attempted…

The Best Remedy

Breathing is hard and I’m feeling fragile Sporadic sneezing so unable to rest Seems like this virus is here for a while I’m not in fine fettle it’s fair to suggest But the medicine I need is obvious to me My woes disappear at the sight of your smile And even unwell I feel at…

Chocolate Face

I don’t think about my skin Very often, although it is a colour That has provoked a reaction in others Both negative and at times Patronisingly positive Because my ethnicity might look Like a really nice sun tan But it isn’t a really nice sun tan. Living in a cosmopolitan town or city I am…

Escape Plan

Exhaustion weighs upon my Soul, as if on my head is a Crown of lead And offers of gold seem Preposterous Empty Promises of gifts I’ll never see Lead not gold is my continued reward Although freedom is all I require Neither lead nor gold is desired