The wide world has its glories In a rich complexity But sitting watching the sun set Is good enough for me.
Canada has six time zones From sea to sea to sea But one tide lapping where I sit Is good enough for me.
The muezzins in the Saudi mosques Wake all to pray and pee But a rooster crowing in the bush Is good enough for me.
And Singapore is lush and green And managed prettily But scrub grass and a sandy beach Are good enough for me. All – good enough for me.
This poem was originally published in Snakeskin, and then found a place in The Hypertexts. It’s a simple poem, but after all we lead simple lives, sitting on our little planet going round our little star on the fringe of a minor galaxy. So the mood of the poem is: Our lives are unimportant, and brief. Relax and enjoy.
When the deep darkness dulls the dirty land
Before the moon meanders through the stars,
Invisibly the sea creeps up the sand
As night-blind drinkers lose keys to their cars.
Ah, the winter, with its delights and hazards! Escape it when you can, and explore fresh delights and hazards! That’s life, isn’t it.
This little poem was published in Lighten-Up Online, aka LUPO, the UK’s top light verse online magazine. Editor Jerome Betts carries on the work begun 12 years ago by Martin Parker: a quarterly issue of some 30 full-length poems, and as many again of the 4-to-8-line variety. Contributors include every current poet you have heard of who can write light engaging verse that rhymes and scans – unless, that is, they expect to be paid for their poems!