Verse or Worse
by James Stuart
Poetry for me,
is something I can take or leave.
Don't get me wrong,
I'm not out to deceive.
Early days of childhood,
may have been to blame.
'Tiger, tiger burning bright'
has never been the same,
since I recited
'What immortal hand or eye
could frame thy fearful,
Y'see I found it boring!
But 'two of the best'
helped keep my memory clear.
As did the teacher's
tweaking ,on my ear.
When I said ' A host of daffy dilly'
which to this kid,
wasn't half as silly
as, Stands the clock at ten to three,
and is there honey still for tea?'
Now what I do find real clean fun
are saucy snippets from John Donne.
Can't say how many times I've read
that robust poem 'Going to bed'.
And Betjeman's poems really work.
Who can resist his cheeky smirk?
Like I said, I can leave 'em or take 'em,
so long as the poet does not make 'em
beyond my ken.
For like most men.
On things I like I get really keen
Know what I mean.
This modern world is full of pace
Created by the human race
Time rules our lives in every way
Every minute of the day
Looking back to times past
The pace of life was not so fast
No computers or deadlines to meet
Just a gentle stroll on two good feet
Now its hurry here and hurry there
No time to talk, or stand and stare
No time for others, itís me, me me
Where will it end, we must wait and see
Much is missed by speeding past
The fields, the birds - so not so fast
A gentler pace, more time to look
All around is an open book
So try to live at a slower pace
Itís better for the human race
More time to think, to see to care
A little slower getting there.