POETRY
SOMETHING THAT'S ALREADY THERE
CAN YOU HEAR THE MUSIC
IN YOUR HEAD
HOW YOU GONNA USE IT
TO PRETEND
TO WRITE A SONG
AS YOU SING ALONG
TO SOMETHING THAT'S ALREADY THERE
LOST IN THOUGHT
ARE YOU FOR REAL
YOU'RE SO SURREAL
SO WHAT'S THE DEAL
CAN'T IMAGINE
WHERE TO BEGIN
TO LET YOU IN
ON THE SECRET
IT WOULDN'T BE ONE
IF I DID
WON'T TELL ANYONE
IT'S FORBIDDEN
IF IT'S WRITTEN
SO REGRESSING
KEEP YOU GUESSING
ALL THAT CHATTER
DOESN'T MATTER
REALIZE
IT'S THE VIBE
THAT SURVIVES
ARE YOU DEALING
WITH THE FEELING
ALWAYS CHANGING
LEAVES YOU HANGING
NOW YOU'RE CAUGHT
LOST IN THOUGHT
READING BETWEEN THE LINES
WONDERING WHAT YOU'LL FIND
just saying
A meme found on Twitter about what could be a real issue when readers engage with our poetry:
"I" in a poem doesn't (have to) mean it's me!
~ exPRESSions ~
CLEAR AS MUD SAID ENOUGH
I MEAN WHAT I SAY WHEN I SAY WHAT I MEAN
I SAY WHAT I MEAN WHEN I MEAN WHAT I SAY
IS THAT CLEAR AS MUD IS THAT CLEAR AS MUD
IS THAT CLEAR AS MUD IS THAT CLEAR AS MUD
HAVE I SAID ENOUGH HAVE I SAID ENOUGH
HAVE I SAID ENOUGH HAVE I SAID ENOUGH
I MEAN WHAT I SAY WHEN I SAY WHAT I MEAN
IS THAT CLEAR AS MUD HAVE I SAID ENOUGH
I SAY WHAT I MEAN WHEN I MEAN WHAT I SAY
HAVE I SAID ENOUGH IS THAT CLEAR AS MUD
SAY WHAT I MEAN MEAN WHAT I SAY
CLEAR AS MUD SAID ENOUGH
SAID ENOUGH CLEAR AS MUD
MEAN WHAT I SAY SAY WHAT I MEAN
CLEAR AS MUD
SAID ENOUGH
CLEAR AS MUD
SAID ENOUGH
DROWNING IN A SEA OF THOUGHT WAVES
TOOK A LONG WALK ON A SHORT PIER
END UP DROWNING HOW'D I GET HERE
TOOK A SHORT WALK ON A LONG PIER
WONDERING WHAT I'M DOING HERE
THEN IMAGINE WENT FOR A SWIM
JUST ON A WHIM OUT ON A LIMB
OF A BIG OLD TREE BY THE SEA
DANGLING FREE THEN SUDDENLY
CAUGHT BY A WAVE THAT WAS ENRAGED
WHY DID I DARE TO DANGLE THERE
RIGHT IN ITS WAY I COULDN'T SAY
AND SO IT SPLASHED AND SLAPPED I CRASHED
I SWAM ABOUT BEGAN TO SHOUT
IT KNOCKED ME OUT WITHOUT A DOUBT
IT PUSHED ME BACK ONTO THE SHORE
I WOULDN'T MESS WITH WAVES NO MORE
DROWNING IN A SEA OF THOUGHT WAVES
WONDERING WHY IF IT BEHAVES
MIGHT ACTUALLY MAKE SENSE SOME DAY
BUT FOR NOW DOESN'T SEEM THAT WAY
YET I COMMIT IT TO THE PAGE
LIKE TAKING ORDERS FROM SOME SAGE
WHO SEEMS TO KNOW BETTER THAN I
SOMEDAY THERE'LL BE A REASON WHY
THIS TALE DOESN'T WANT TO END
IT'S MUCH LONGER THAN I INTEND
IT CAUSES ME TO APPREHEND
TO UNDERSTAND TO COMPREHEND
THAT EVERYTHING HAS GOT TO END
HANGING ON A WORD
HANGING ON A WORD
JUST SOUNDS SO ABSURD
AND YET I'VE OBSERVED
THAT IT HAS OCCURRED
WHATEVER WORKS FOR YOU
A COMEDY OF ERRORS
WITH DRAMATIC FLARES
NOTHING CAN PREPARE US
IF WE DARE WHO CARES
SOME THROW CAUTION TO THE WIND
DON'T KNOW WHERE TO BEGIN
SOME PLAN EVERYTHING OUT
WITH NO ROOM FOR DOUBT
TO EACH HIS OWN
THAT'S HOW IT GOES
NOBODY KNOWS
WHAT TO SUPPOSE
WHATEVER WORKS FOR YOU
IS WHAT YOU GOTTA DO
DON'T LET ANYONE SAY
WHAT GOES ON IN YOUR PLAY
IF ALL THE WORLD'S A STAGE
THEN PLAY YOUR PART
WHATEVER'S ON THE PAGE
LISTEN TO YOUR HEART
Conversations and research on the Indian Summer
Whilst suffering and discussing the Indian Summer with other online poets, I unearthed or rediscovered and old schoolboy favourite of mine by Sir Thomas Moore:
What was your favourite summer poem or childhood poem/s that influenced you in some way?
THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU THINK ABOUT
THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU THINK ABOUT
IS IT POSITIVE
WHAT YOU THINK ABOUT
AFFECTS THE WAY THAT YOU LIVE
TRY NOT TO THINK TOO NEGATIVE