To Be A Poet

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To be a poet 

But never to show it 

Is more of a crime

Than engaging with rhyme;

 

So be not afraid 

For when you’re decayed, 

From out of your tomb

Brave poppies will bloom.

MIND GAMES

‘Mind Games’ … WHB – 1956

 

Enigmatic
Covert
Whimsical and wild
Such are the games I play
Whilst mentally beguiled

Hidden within poetry
In discursive verse
My clandestine love affair
Short
intense
And terse

Give to me a reason
Why thus I can’t express
My willingness to capture
My need to seek excess

To open up
Revealing all
Whilst midst the subterfuge
My ego seeks adrenaline
A haven
A refuge

It’s all a nonsense
Words at play
Fending off my fears
Seeking to screen my inner hurt
reality kept at bay