The poet is that kind old man You met while on the train The poet is that little kid Who’s eating grass again.
The poet is the waiter At that coffee shop you like. The poet is that triathlete, Riding on her bike.
The poet is your teacher, The poet’s your mate Steve, The poet is those singers At your door on Christmas Eve.
The poet’s Mrs Johnson Who lives just two doors down. The poet is that little girl Who never seems to frown.
The poet’s that man over there, The one wearing a turban. The poet’s that posh-looking type, Swirling down his bourbon.
The poet’s Daniel Radcliffe, And the poet’s Brian Cox. The poet’s Keira Knightley, The poet’s Megan Fox.
The poet is the President Of the USA The poet’s the Prime Minister, Of the old UK.
The poet’s black, the poet’s white And brown and red and blue. Your mum, your dad, your gran, your dog And maybe even you.
Poet’s Note – I came up with the idea for this poem at about midnight one night. It was inspire partly by a strange poem about an elephant from the 1970s childrens TV show “Bagpuss”, mostly in terms of structure.
My muse is like an excitable dog. It catches sight of totally random things and starts yapping and running around and wagging its tail and WILL NOT STOP until I write a poem about it.My poetry is sometimes based on personal experience and sometimes on other things. Aside from that, I enjoy video games (My favourite game series is Mass Effect) and the popular television show My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic.
The Poet Turns 100 In Honor of Stanley Kunitz When my body wears to dust let the remains be language find only verbs at the core struck flints from explosive ore nouns charged with names of foes and lovers cool
I am not a Poet, with legacy, nor do I sound poetic.. At times, in an impulse to explore my wildest emotions, words spill out, blocking way to rationalism.. in those verses in different shades neither rhyme, nor reason.. Trust
I was determined to churn out a poetry at any cost I scramble for ideas at no cost Topics in abundance do flash in random but they all appear to be in tandem My brain gets overloaded with thoughtless thoughts
The day I started writing poetry I stopped reading books As after that I started reading Many other things Like a person, birds and animals Sometimes I read trees, Sometimes a lake, Sometimes the whole nature My games have also