Jennospot
64 Starry Eyed
Oi loike
readin', but Oi ain't really very much inter readin' poetry, 'cept now an again
when Oi come across somefink wot's funny or or wot makes me fink real 'ard
about fings, 'cos there's an awful lotta o' stuff around wot is kinda soft an' mushy,
if'n you see wot Oi mean, an' that jus' gets on my wick.
The trouble
is, Peter St John can't keep away from that mushy stuff. Oi've told 'im, an'
Oi've told 'im, over an' over, that mush ain't worf even a spoonful o'
porridge, but do yew fink 'ee listens?
Any'ow,
'ee asked me wevver 'ee c'd put up 'is latest poem on moi blog. Oi asked 'im
wot it were about, an' 'ee said it were about stars. Well Oi thought that were
okay, 'cos Oi loike Ginger Rogers, an' Clark Gable, an' Shirley Temple, an'
such. But 'ee said as 'ow Oi got it all wrong; it weren't about film stars but
them sort o' stars wot shine up in the sky. An' then 'ee read it to me. Cripes,
it's jus' exac'ly the sort o' poem wot's mushy; the kind wot Oi wouldn't swap
fer all the porridge in the world.
Any'ow,
'ere's 'is poem. Yew c'n read it if'n yew want, but loike Oi said, it's mushy.
Don't go a-sayin' afterwards that Oi din't warn yew…
Points of Night
Without
the dark there’d be no stars;
No rest,
no sleep, no deep repose.A bright, light night would then be ours;
A sleepless life that no one knows.
So cherish
night that ends each day
With
velvet shutters, that repairThe toil-worn threads that fray,
And knit them up with dream-filled care.
When
points of light map out the sky;
When day
draws down upon the earth;They lift the heart, they beautify,
And give the spirit calm rebirth.
They shine
to clarify and guide.
They seem
so silent in the sky.They come to help, and not to chide,
As through the night they burn and fly.
The stars
lift up the leaden soul
When
hearts lie heavily aground.They're here to help you find your goal
When paths are lost, and aims fogbound.
Star
compass points, to navigate
By diamond
gleams along the way.Their constellations designate
Bright points of night towards the day.
See wot
Oi mean about mush? Never mind, Oi send yew moi luv any'ow.
By the way, don't ferget moi e-book,
"Jenno's Widdlin'ton". It ain't got no poetry in it, an' it's free
an' all: http://www.smashwords.com/b/128813
An' then there's Peter St John's website: http://www.peterstjohn.net/
Yew c'n go an' click around on it, if'n yew
want. There ain't no poetry… thank goodness.
That's really wonderful!
ReplyDeleteI think I see those same stars as Peter!
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