Alphabetic Wheel of Life

Alphabetic Wheel of Life short poem

ZOETROPED – that’s how I feel – or like
YARN upon Dame Kismet’s wheel
XANSTHOPSIC mellow is the mood
WHICH jaundices not my attitude
VERISIMILOUS is what I am
ULTIMATELY just a man
TRUE to myself and the chosen few
SENSE in everything I do
RAGAMUFFIN dress in style
QUIXOTIC natured – versatile
PHILOSOPHICAL to my lot
OUTSIDE the hip – a whack crackpot
NOTHING really bothers me
MY fate is up to destiny
LOVE may come and love may go
KISMET takes me through the flow
JUSTICE – What’s it all about?
IT’S not fair without a doubt
HAPPINESS is relative
GOD is only putative
FOR the deepest of insights
ENTER darkness and see the light
DESTINY is at your hand
CRAFTILY pulling at your strand
BEFORE you go to bed each night
ALWAYS hope to see the light

AMEN

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Malcolm Massiah

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I am a writer. I am shy. I started writing poetry in my youth. I first performed in 1987 at the Avon Poetry Festival along side Bertel Martin of the Bristol Black Writers Workshop, supporting Benjamin Zephaniah.I gave my last poetry performance in 1992 at the Arnolfini gallery Bristol, supporting Labi Siffre during Poetry month.In 1998 for a year, I became the Resident Poet at Bristol Evening Post.I haven't written much since then but in 2014 I began exercising my rusty hand writing sonnets. I hope to continue writing in the coming year.
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