Other Poems

Other Poems

Clive's poetry covers many different topics and with his wit and humour and use of puns and word-play you never know quite what to expect next! These are some examples of this:

MEDITATIONAL POEM:

ALLOW ME THE TIME

Allow me the time …

To stand and stare,

To ponder on the how and where,

To lose myself in thoughtfulness,

To unknot my mind’s tangled mess,

To consider and to meditate,

To transform into a Zen like state,

To notice reflections and reflect,

To self-diagnose and introspect,

To absorb all of nature’s treasure,

And to enjoy this age old pleasure,

Allowing my heart to beat more slowly,

Not thinking all creatures are below me,

To quietly try to comprehend,

The meaning of life and to what end,

To allow my soul to come into view,

To allow my spirit to mend, renew.

HUMOROUS POEM:

BUT THIS IS AN EMERGENCY

Tell Dr Blood it's Mrs Bloomsbury;

He always sees me right away;

He's such a wonderful doctor - so much

Better than that Doctor Day.

What the devil are you incinerating,

I consider your tone a right cheek,

I've not bothered you for ages; I've

Not phoned for at least … a week.

But this is an emergency;

Yes of course it's serious,

I'm sweating, shivering, sneezing

And feel quite delirious.

I'm running a terrible temperature,

I'm covered all over in spots,

My body aches from head to toe,

My muscles all tied up in knots.

My heart's got the palpitations,

Though I've still got a pulse - it's quite weak;

My poor throat's ever so red and sore,

It's increasingly hard ... to ... speak,

My eyes are all glazed and weepy,

My ears are infected and blocked,

I think there's a chill in my kidneys

And my joints have all stiffened and locked.

My stools - are alarmingly liquid,

My water's grey, misty and strong,

I'm suffering pins and needles, in fact ...

I don't think I've got very long.

He can see me on Thursday morning,

An appointment for half-past-ten,

But that’s no good at all to me ...

I'll be better again by then!

QUIRKY POEM:

THE SLEEPY OLD OWL

The sleepy old owl

Watched the water-fowl,

As some moorhens floated by.

The ducking ducks dived

Where the cute coots thrived,

The fox looking on from the dry.

The sleepy old owl

Watched the fowl as well,

As more moorhens floated by.

The dragonflies flapped

Where the greedy pike snapped,

A heron looked down from on high.

The sleepy old owl

Watched the ripples swell,

As even more moorhens floated by.

Then a mournful song

From a lonesome swan,

Caused all to take to the sky.

The sleepy old owl

Then took off as well,

And no more moorhens floated by …