Written 7th February 2021

Now that I feel like

the master of rhyme

I decided to check out

great poets of all time

Byron, Shelly, and Maya Angelo

but are a few greats

that I got to know

So I could investigate

the competition

(so to speak)

Solicite some tips

Find ways to tweak…

My own poetry writing

(why not learn from the best!)

Oh my God! Why’d I even

choose to go there?

As I perused their greatness

My angst started to grow!!

Perhaps I know nothing

about this poetry fandango?

What’s this I see?

So many don’t rhyme?

Like a kindergarten child

my poems rhyme ALL OF THE TIME!

Perhaps I should write

a rhymeless poem about a tree?

I’m so bloody NOT inspired.

(Is that a crime?)

Now, wait just one minute!

Calm yourself down!

You have great inspirations

they just need to be found!

Julia Donaldson?

(Who wrote Gruffalo)

Adrian Mole?

(He’s NOT A POET

you do know!!)

Yes, but Sue Townsend was amazing

She ALWAYS made me laugh!!

(We are talking about POETRY

stay on the path!!)

Be patient I’m sure

I will find more to show

How about Doctor Seuss? 

Yes, there you go!!!

Oooooh!!! Giles Andreae?

(Giraffes can’t Dance!)

A book about finding your confidence

and learning to prance!

OMG, come on Gayle!

That’s children’s crap!

You aren’t seriously

going mention stuff like that?

No Wait! I’ve got it!

I’ve got it you see!

It’s child- like, it’s honest

It’s my heart on my sleeve

It comes from my soul

It’s what I perceive.

The timing may be off

the rhyming words toooo MUCH

But I can’t help it I think

my poems are hot stuff!

You won’t need Google

to find cryptic

hidden meaning

Most of my poems

come from my crazy

manic dreaming

Granted they’re random

(not everyone’s Cuppa tea)

but these playful little rhymes

Set my soul free!

So, I will stop with the comparisons

and put the stick down

I definitely don’t want to be

the next William Brown

I won’t pretend to have all the answers

or hide my fuck ups!

I’ll lay them on the line

to be scrutinised close up!

At least when I die

(At the tripe age of 108!)

I can say I put myself out there ….

Now isn’t that fucking great!!