Being an engineer and business graduate, poetry might not seem my thing…but of course I’m as good at writing verse as anyone, except maybe Shakespeare, and Milton and Dickinson and a couple of other guys and gals from around the world.
The concept for my poetry book is simple. The front cover is the closed door of a bathroom – or a toilet to be more specific – with a sign posted that says “Do not Disturb. Poet at work.”
This is the poem for the back cover:
Some say my poetry’s awful.
Some say my poetry stinks.
Some say my rhyming’s abominable
fit only for loonies and kinks.
Well it’s true.
My poetry’s dreadful
but really I don’t give a damn.
It brightens my evenings of leisure
as I sit, at my ease, on the can.
To be read out loud in a profound yet thin and reedy voice.
More to follow!
God in a Limerick
Said the Lord, as he looked at the night,
“This is boring, I think that I might
let div D=rho,
yes, I do like it so
and divB will remain out of sight”
Well, this seemed to be going all right
so the Lord, who was testing his might,
said “de/dt=CurlH and (with glee) the reverse!”
And behold, there was light.
A giant’s hand swept up barren rock.
A field of stones.
No farmer’s hand.
Sterile ice is not dung.
To pick and chose one rock from the next.
From here the storm blinks some lights
Just a wingtip further off
But my knees concern me more.
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