Poem A Day

Rikki Don't Lose That Number


Day 5


keep this number
leave a message
sing it to me in rondo form





keep this pin number
you always said
i was good at surprises



   

Day 6

you asked me
if i am happy now
what kind of question
is that?

i am a poet
a piece of blotting paper
soaking up suffering
squeezing it on to the page

intermittently
i burst a happiness balloon
for contrast

POP

that is what happens
when one is
overjoyed
over come
and
over you


Day 7






sometimes
she feels compelled
to visit
from time to time

sometimes
it's easier
not to feel
to survive

no one
invited the mischievous satyr
to open the flood gates
all those years ago

the tidal wave
has still not reached the ocean


Day 8 



without her sun specs
she is blinded
by the strong light
emanating from
his high power'd beam

it will be time
to go dancing soon

Day 9






twenty five years ago
it came down

she missed out on being there
does not have a piece of wall
as a memento
to add to her jericho collection

west of the wall
doo doo da da


Day 10





her trouble is
the most frightening
person in the world
is the one who is always right
a brainiac baroness called susan
her quote...
and she really is always right






the trouble with
all living together
in a yellow submarine

is cabin fever
long hair'd adolescents
beatle hair cuts
and 1966
bad year for guitar chords





the trouble with being over the moon
running about painting love messages
in graffiti on walls is
the leaving of a lasting  impression

Day 11


a timely poem
a timeless poem
write one
said mad hatter
to the crowd

twas brillig
doing entrechat
amongst a sea of
frowns

you know
pirouettes
in ballet flats
are just tutus
wearing crowns

the knave of hearts
he stole jam tarts
hid them under his bed
the queen found out
and raged about
'off with his head'
she said

relenting in the  clear light of day
when she saw  how sad he be
she reconsidered once again
knaves have their uses you see

the queen knew this
the queen knew that
she knew a lot of things
but when it came to
matters of the heart
all she knew was slings

The slings and arrows  of outrageous fortune

Day 12

paranoia
i know it's you
begone
stop feigning
you are a bird

'baby its cold outside'
good rendition
but you're staying out


remember -
consequences -
you went on and on
about that

now for the first time
in your life
experience consequence


 





Day 13






i opt for
a bunch of gardenias
hyacinths freesias
basil mint and thyme
to expunge the stench
of misogyny wafting
from the wilted wreath
in a blocked drain