16th August 2012
My new year resolution of writing 500 words everyday before lunch has gone the same way as so many other resolutions in the past. I am 63 years old (or young) today and there are fewer tomorrows than there were yesterdays in my life. I wish to make one more attempt to revive the resolution. I begin by recording all the bad poetry (?) that I wrote when I was in school and college almost 50 years ago. One day this will tell my grand children - I am still hoping my son would get married - that their grand father's prose was not as bad his verse!
Poems written before 1968
Mad Man
You tell me that I am mad.
I don't believe it.
I laugh at you because you are the one that is mad,
Not I;
Certainly not.
I threw a stone at you.
You call me mad.
Let's be reasonable.
You know you deserve that stone,
Yes, You do.
You deserve something worse
For what you did the other day.
I judged you correct.
Who's mad?
You're the one.
Great Artist
In the artless grace of a child,
In the innocent smile of a girl,
I see the skill of the Great Artist!
In the witchery of a woman's eyes,
In the purity of a mother's heart,
I see the craft of the Great Artist!
Sea, Space and She
Sea roared at Man - and
He conquered the Sea.
Space yawned at Man - and
He conquered the Space.
She smiled at Man - and
She conquered Him.
New Year (a la Omar Khayyam)
Morning in the bowl of night
Has flung the Stone that
Sends the stars in flight.
Awake! The new year's here!
Swim with the flood of nature
Cherishing memories of the past
Towards a brilliant future!
Arise! the new year's here!
Space
(I have forgotten what this is about!)
Space!
Yawning Space!
Dark and Deep Space!
Thou vast and wide Emptiness!
Is there a meaning in your breadth?
Is there a message in your width?
There was a meaning in human life,
There was a purpose to human endeavour,
Before Man turned his face
Towards you, bitter, bleak Space!
Human life now is as empty as you,
erratic and without any meaning.
Close your big dirty mouth and
Gobble us up or
Give us Peace!
My new year resolution of writing 500 words everyday before lunch has gone the same way as so many other resolutions in the past. I am 63 years old (or young) today and there are fewer tomorrows than there were yesterdays in my life. I wish to make one more attempt to revive the resolution. I begin by recording all the bad poetry (?) that I wrote when I was in school and college almost 50 years ago. One day this will tell my grand children - I am still hoping my son would get married - that their grand father's prose was not as bad his verse!
Poems written before 1968
Mad Man
You tell me that I am mad.
I don't believe it.
I laugh at you because you are the one that is mad,
Not I;
Certainly not.
I threw a stone at you.
You call me mad.
Let's be reasonable.
You know you deserve that stone,
Yes, You do.
You deserve something worse
For what you did the other day.
I judged you correct.
Who's mad?
You're the one.
Great Artist
In the artless grace of a child,
In the innocent smile of a girl,
I see the skill of the Great Artist!
In the witchery of a woman's eyes,
In the purity of a mother's heart,
I see the craft of the Great Artist!
Sea, Space and She
Sea roared at Man - and
He conquered the Sea.
Space yawned at Man - and
He conquered the Space.
She smiled at Man - and
She conquered Him.
New Year (a la Omar Khayyam)
Morning in the bowl of night
Has flung the Stone that
Sends the stars in flight.
Awake! The new year's here!
Swim with the flood of nature
Cherishing memories of the past
Towards a brilliant future!
Arise! the new year's here!
Space
(I have forgotten what this is about!)
Space!
Yawning Space!
Dark and Deep Space!
Thou vast and wide Emptiness!
Is there a meaning in your breadth?
Is there a message in your width?
There was a meaning in human life,
There was a purpose to human endeavour,
Before Man turned his face
Towards you, bitter, bleak Space!
Human life now is as empty as you,
erratic and without any meaning.
Close your big dirty mouth and
Gobble us up or
Give us Peace!
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