Thinking About Thinking

I think therefore I amWhich means that I’m not thinking rightbecause my ‘am’ isn’t rightI need to think more about what is rightbefore I think about my ‘am’But how do I work things out ifwhen if I think a duff thoughtit could immediately become my ‘am’Folks don’t tell you howtricky this thinking isOr whether theContinueContinue reading “Thinking About Thinking”

Badly

How do you manage screen time for yourself? I may be a wrinkly but if it’s modern it fascinates me. As soon as mobile phones appeared my fingers started to itch. I needed to know what this was about. Plus I did live in the country having moved from London, where there was a telephoneContinueContinue reading “Badly”

Just ‘Hangin’ Around

Gustav Klimt “The Kiss” – Belvedere Museum Vienna I don’t know when this slightly crazy departure from my normal poetry came to me, but it did. I found it the other day when I was finally keeping my promise to myself to get all my old writing, handwritten, word processed, typed, up onto a modernContinueContinue reading “Just ‘Hangin’ Around”

Numerical Stress

Photo by Black ice on Pexels.com Until I went to college to do a course preparing mature students for university, I was terrified of maths. When they tested me I did get my highest ever marks in maths, but they said my workings out were extraordinarily complex. 17.5% = 10% + 5% + 2.5%! TheContinueContinue reading “Numerical Stress”

Eyes of the Judges

Ten times ten And ten times ten thousand Everyone watching everything – everywhere Nothing and no one escapes those looks Seeing – knowing – judging Glowing with their superiority Their eternal rightness of being While the watched struggle and strive Just to stay sane and alive With no time for perfection Or to wallow inContinueContinue reading “Eyes of the Judges”

Ode by a Crazy Wabbit

Poetry doesn’t always have to be seriousPhoto by Pixabay on Pexels.com I’m perched on a rock seeking squizzlesI knows they’re nefarious chapsThey’re feisty and fast-y and nutty and craftyAnd they laugh at us WabbitsPerhaps…We shouldn’t put up with their anticsWe shouldn’t put up with their nutsThey confuse us by talking semanticsAnd making us feel likeContinueContinue reading “Ode by a Crazy Wabbit”