Blockhead

' Nobody but a blockhead ever wrote except for money.'

                                                              Samuel Johnson

OK so I'm a blockhead.

Welcome

 I hope you enjoy reading from this collection

as much as I enjoyed writing it.

(more poems in my S. America overland adventure on Kindle)

What makes a piece of writing a poem

 If ther isn't any rhyme or at least repeating rhythm

it's just pretentious shredded prose and not a proper poem.

In a house across the road

there live a young woman and two young girls;

no man but also an older woman

and I asked the young woman "Is she your mother?"

"No, she's my partner."  Oh ! Touchez.

How sad for a woman to peak in beauty

only a quarter way through her life

but there is the consolation of children

hopefully when she becomes a wife.

Tweets 24

Too late. No threat.

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Winter is stalking my garden

but Summer's already gone.

Summer sunset - glowing coals.

Old and waiting to die,

life seems the dregs of a dream.

                                

I like those discos when the music

is catchy enough for dancing

and when the women are beautiful -

young and slim and entrancing.