Poem 91- What a pleasure

What a pleasure

I met them and what a pleasure
Even the naughty ones
Even the sticky ones
Even the ones I didn’t really notice that first day
What a pleasure it was
I spoke to them and what a pleasure
Even the ones who talked of Moshi Monsters
Even the ones who consistently cried
Even the ones whose parents lack of chat left them inarticulate
What a pleasure it was
How excellent and exciting to enjoy
Your colleagues,
How delightful to be pleased to wake when
It’s still dark outside
How marvelous to care so extremely about
Each entities chance to sufficiently showcase
Themselves
And to wish to praise each and every one
Of the tiny people I am so lucky to
Consort with

What a pleasure it is to be me when I get to be with you lot !

Poem 90-Little Parcels of Love

Little Parcels of Love

A messenger arrived, it was a weird
Time for a delivery but I didn’t mind,
He gave me a little box filled with
Possibility
When I tipped all the possibility out
There was fear, distance, imagination
And risk.
As I tried to focus on my original gift
The other quantities found grew larger
For the longest time its sender made
No attempt to discuss each item
That came from the box.
Both of us hoping we wouldn’t have to,
But despite the possibility- perhaps we
Should talk of the other that came
Along too?
Maybe I’ll send something by
More possibility, more risk, more fear
And a chance at love.

Poem 89-The all-consuming revolution

The all-consuming revolution

You are the all-consuming revolution
You have changed so much in
Such a minute time
The minutiae if your
Large nostrils, wiggly hair and
Your loudest clap in the world
Have ensconced you in my existence
Exponentially increasing my happiness
Quotient
As you said we weren’t looking
But it arrived
As all the best things do
So sogni d'oro
Dr.
Here’s to more adventures local and otherwise

Poem 88- Let sleeping dogs digest burgers and you rant/ Another failed attempt

Let sleeping dogs digest burgers and you rant/ Another failed attempt

For a minute there I thought you
Might be a human … you might
Have some level of compassion


For a minute there I thought the
Second time around although signposted
With many of your flawed and
Boring lectures could lead to a new
Place


For a minute there I thought you
Could man up… no thank you
Lets harp on about old
rubbish


For a minute there I thought I might be
Able to leave with my feelings in tact
As you explain delusional and
Bizarre images of seemingly unimportant
Moments


For a minute there I thought yes, to it
All, your mind-numbing and wholly unoriginal
Stories, your stupid opinion based on not one iota of fact,
And your entirely ungentlemanly soul

Any help I can give… let me know

Poem 87- Flattery will get you nowhere

Flattery will get you nowhere

The smallest compliment should have come
Easily to your pugnacious lips
As I ladled kindness after sweetness to
Shore up your failing personal attributes
I wanted to like you
I wanted to trust you
I needed an opportunity to hope for
New words and warmth
No chance you nice, kind, boring,
Self-righteous child
Feel the force of my forced compliments
As made the choice to be nice
And you made the decision to
Be a truculent hamburger
Inevitable, you had too little self-awareness
To be applicable to me

I suppose it was the idea of you that
Deserved the acceptance