BLOCKHEAD

 "No-one 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 'SAO' by Michael Amor on Kindle -

an overland trip around South America)

PEACE PLAN

We'd clear the rubble from bombed buildings

and build some new ones, re-span bridges,

renew power and water networks,

re-create whole cities from scratch.

But what we can't do is raise the dead,

or heal the hurt or calm the hatred.

PUZZLING

Tell me why does America worry

about a nuclear weaponed Persia ?

They're presumably managing nuclear threats

from Russia, North Korea, China.

Iran would be such a distant threat

to the USA ( but so close to Israel ! )

BIG BIRD

I'm not amazed by the skylark's twitter

or the nightingale's melody.

What does amaze me when it's flying

is hundreds of tons of machinery.

GOODBYE

Leaving I gave my love a rose

fragrant, royal, red

saying "Take this flower from him

you barred from your bed."

Glaring at me, proud in parting,

sharply she said

"What am I to do with it?

Why give me this?

I don't want your gestures now

or farewell kiss."

Just as I'd thought she might -

a chance not to miss.

"Just let it die." I said,

"wither and die.

Don't ever water it.

Cover the sky.

Just like my love for you,

just let it die."

Turning she left me with her smile

dazzling, royal, red

saying "I will keep your flower

though love has fled.

Having no root it must of course

quickly be dead."

Saturday night

First place - good band,

dancers shuffling, unsteady stand;

none under fifty including me

but Darby and Joan touching to see.

Second place - decent disco,

dancers bouncing on the go;

none over fifty excepting me -

sweet shop window eye candy.

Third place - home, bed.

Old yes but not yet dead.