POETRY IS REMARKABLE

 

Poetry is remarkable for

The amount of joy it brings

But please poets, we do get it,

Things are like other things

IN THE WELL OF THOUGHTS

 

In the well of thoughts

The wordsmith dips his cup

In search of inspiration

And drinks deep the draught

But when the spark is struck

The muse was present

At the moment of conception

INVERSE

 

My poems have been called

On a good day, ribald

More often artistically bald

Humourous? So-called

Wit to scathe and scald

Tastelessness unrivalled

Not written but scrawled

Or just plain tired and auld

But I say with joy untold

Prepare again to be appalled

URANIA

 

The last mythological muse

Urania, muse of astrology

Foreteller of the future

By the stars array

Dressed in a cloak

Embroidered with stars

Holding a globe in her left hand

Always looking to the heavens

a goddess of universal love

And possessed with the holy spirit

The Renaissance Urania

Was muse to the Christian poets

And still gazed to the heavens

But saw God amongst the stars