Do not add your sighs

Catastrophes imagined fill the mind.

Infinite the space that is consumed

The poem is good if I escape the rhymes.

I can’t write on paper which is lined.

Everything was perfect, now it’s doomed

Catastrophes imagined fill the mind

Is it good to benefit from crime?

Turn the gas on I can’t smell the fumes

The poem was good until I pinched your rhymes

I could write a poem if I had time.

Get the brush and sweep out all the gloom

Catastrophes imagined hurt the mind

Use this energy in your designs

Never give a seminar on zoom

The poem is good if I leave out the rhymes.

If you are calm this will be a boon

In my mind I hear verse as a tune

Catastrophes evoked enrage the mind

The poem improves without the poet’s sighs

I find myself in happy joyous dreams

Walking on the Pebbles with bare feet

Children took their shoes off by the Stream

The water clear and warm in summer heat

The Dentdale grass is sweet for hungry sheep

The rippled water plays with each sunbeam

The water clear and warm in summer heat

I picked up pebbles in my hand so sweet

The colour’s almost never what it seems

Back onto the Pebbles with bare feet

Hear the lark ascending as it greets

Happiness can never be consumed

I lose myself in nightmares and in dreams.

I find myself in plans and joyous schemes

Walking on the pebbles with bare feet

The water’s clear and warm with summer heat