I don’t want to ever have
A single claim to fame
To find myself in the newspapers
Beneath my headlined name
To be on a TV chat show
And become a celebrity
I wish to remain unfamous
Bask in anonymity
But every time
I go out
Cameras follow me
No matter where I choose to go
I see CCTV
So I know I must be famous
And the real reality
Is that all of us are famous
And can claim celebrity
I think there’s a hidden meaning
Within some poetry
An inferenced explanation
A well-versed mystery
That no matter how hard I try
I cannot understand
Although I feel that I can claim
A reasonable command
Of the poetic written word
If the spelling isn’t wrong
And the words remain grammatically correct
And dictionary belong
Yet I cannot solve the mystery
Perhaps it isn’t there
Which is why most of my poems need
A poet to repair
But I’ll keep on reading poems
Where the meaning isn’t clear
Just so I can be inspired
And ‘borrow’ the poet’s idea
On Henrietta Street
Partitioned homes
Room wide
Hide
Between long walls
Behind one door
Henrietta Street
Who once won gold
For the scissor jump
Waits
Soon
Like they did yesterday
Like they will tomorrow
Someone will arrive
Ping the microwave
Complain about the parking
Say goodbye
On Henrietta Street
Henrietta
Survived the war
What for
I’ve made a resolution
From the resolution kit
That came on Christmas morning
And for once it’s not get fit
And it isn’t to lose some tummy weight
Or find a new leisure pursuit
It’s to resolve to stay determined
To remain resolute
And to realise a promise
I made to 20 22
That I’ll resolve a resolution I’ll
Actually, really will, for once and for the first time
Do
But now that its constructed
I don’t know how to turn it on
I hope that I can work out how
Before the year has gone
As I never read instructions
I throw them in the bin
And now I cannot resolution
Implement begin
I need a resolution
To instruction manual read
It’s the only way my resolution will
New year succeed
So I’ll top my list to Santa with
A resolution kit
And a promise to instruction read
When I assemble it
Which means that 20 22
Will be resolution free
And if I’m on the naughty list
So will 23 and …
Tells the funniest of funny jokes
Knows how to tickle ribs
Keeps it to pale shades of blue
When she adds ad libs
Has twenty minutes to first impress
The impression she projects
With her mirror practiced mirth routine
Her real self protects
She talks about her life so far
Adds her comedic spin
Is heckled by the bar room great
Who began before she could begin
Then twenty minutes later
She thanks the barroom great
Gets an ovation of indifference
From the gathered eight
And dazed by her experience
She leaves the laughter club
There’s another eight to entertain
Another eight who’ll snub
The stand-up stood before them
Dying on her feet
Another twenty minutes gone
Another gig defeat
That she endures to make it big
To TV show showcase
When sold out auditoriums will
Indifferent eight replace
And then one night they listen
Jules Bike Poems 