I sat in the art gallery

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Watching Plato shining torches into blackness,
Wandering through the galleries,
Sepia paintings of pines,
Pain came to the emptiness once my heart,
I sat picturing screaming Popes and babies.
Eastward, looking for fresh instruction,
My mind unpleated,like a pair of curtains
~Hung out to dry in equinoxal gales.
The bells of Satan’s cell phone
Rang again,startling in this silence.
“You had your smear done yet?”
“It’s me,hinny”
“I’m having coffee here in “Costa’s.”
Then I awoke,a man appeared.
How apposite,I need you,Ludwig!
I can’t fly my kite.

In the Science Museum,the mirror cracked
And from it stars flew out,
Adorning cars and bicycles and buses.
The building gently fell into its own reflection.
People flew out like gasping rockets,
Illuminating the blankness,
Calling “Is today the day?.”

Metaphors be with you


  Sky walker,copying and stealing verse,and other ideas

Question: What did the poet say to Luke
Skywalker?
Answer: “Metaphors be with you.”
Metaphor.. my meat and drink.
Although I’m known for quaffing ink.
I need to play with words on line.
But writing proper poems takes time.
And I have no time to waste,
so I write by copy and paste.
A line from Donne a line from Blake,
George Herbert for goodness sake!
A bit of Shakespeare tossed and turned,
My poetry salads don’t yet earn.
Into the breach we’ll go dear friends
The Waste Land never seems to end.
To be or not to BBC ?
Shall we always disagree?
Chaucer I have not yet read.
Is it good when one’s in bed?
Look,stranger,on this island now,
it’s illegal to milk my cow.
And ,also, we do not roast geese.
Even when we have a feast.
Turning and turning in the gyre,
I think that church has got two spires.
The lake at Innisfree’s still there.
Is that where the Queen said prayers?
Who’d have thunk that Hughes and Plath
Never signed an autograph.
I like her poem about a mirror.
Some of them are full of horror.
Lay your sleeping head, my love,
On a brick or turtle dove.
I’m too tired to kiss you now,
I’ll massage your back with this pillow.
The bed’s too small for all of us
I suggest you try the bath.
If you put a duvet in
I believe i saw your twin
When did Herriot plough the fields?
Was Dover Beach where my skin peeled?
I forgot to put my sunscreen on,
Off they all go one by one.

Rrobert Louis Stevenson :a well known quote modernised to be appropriate for now

That person is a success who lived well, laughed often and loved much; Who has gained the respect of intelligent people and the love of children;
Who has filled thei rniche and accomplished their task;
Who leave the world better than they found it, whether by an improved poppy, a perfect poem or rescued soul;
Who never lacked appreciation of earth’s beauty or failed to express it;

Who looked for the best in others and gave the best they had.”
o