BLOCKHEAD

'No man 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.

The complete overland round tour of S. America)

WHAT MAKES A PIECE OF WRITING A POEM ?

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

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

VICTIMS ? ?

Not drugged, assaulted, raped.

Seduced, yes, but not by men.

Instead by a luxury shaped

to meeting famous men.

I know there's a science explanation

about the colour of the sky

and it would be presumptuous

of me to question why

it has to be so complicated.

I give the scientists their due

but seeing as it's Some-One's carpet

I just think God likes blue.

Miracles

The first miracle is that the Universe exists:

the second that the Earth is so alive:

the third is Mankind:

and the fourth will be

if the second can survive the third.

When all is said and nearly done

then nothing really matters much.

When, without war or poverty

a life as comfortable as mine

begins to stutter to its end

there's little lost and still less won.