The three poems that got me through the recent poetry tournament
Round 1 - Rhyme and Meter: Sucker punch
Look to the pen, then to the paper
and back to the pen.
Swallow hard, let doubt subside…
‘Good sir, begin again!’
This time, more feeling, count the baboons around
you –Stop at ten.
With a deep breath take the pen in your hand,
write your insides down
so we can all understand.
Fear not, the left wing pacifism
of those that entwine in to your space.
What is no more than cowardice,
has lost us this place.
The weak lead on with unimaginable strength,
followed by a plethora of fools;
be it an oaf
or a wench.
These are the empty shells
that should be reduced to the soil.
For I am done with these troubles,
And being brought to the boil.
Listing words I despise:
Celebrity, football, politicians and life
Affirm once again what I said to a friend:
‘We are destined to be nothing until we tend
to our minds.’