Poetry Corner

A poem about getting what we need...

A homage to Philip Marlowe, Bogart and Bacall and Film Noir...

A poem about choices

A poem about not getting back to harbour

A poem about information

A poem about the things we miss

I've been playing with the Jay Word poem. I wondered what might happen when I fed it through the Google Translate service, and now I know. What strikes me as particularly interesting is the little changes which then become big shifts in meaning through later translations. If I were very clever I might even be tempted to express that as a graph. But I'm not, so I won't.

Just so you know, the poem was mashed up through Chinese, Arabic, Japanese, Greek and Russian translation engines.

A poem about sex and chocolate...

How can I approach you now?
When I can see the hate upon your brow.
I gave you a loving embrace,
You fell into a state of grace.
It felt so good to hear you sing,
Watch you do your thing.
Mother Theresa's dying tear,
To the heart of the Sun my dear.
My heart, your mind, my fear,
To hell with your career.

I love you.

A poem about my daughter’s sleepless weekend...

I won’t go to sleep, she told me
While the water is still at the door
It’ll creep upstairs to my little bed
And steal me away while I snore
I’ll float past lampposts and chimneys
On my warm little bed soft and pink
Stolen as if by the pixies
And if I roll over I’ll sink
Me and my dolly we’ll leave you
Swept away, we’ll be gone for good
And my teacher she’ll never believe you
When I don’t show for class like I should
So I won’t be sleeping tonight dad
You know I’m not ready to go
But the part that makes my heart sad, dad
Is I don’t even think that you’d know.

A poem about David Steele's poems...

A poem about waiting...

A poem about lapwings