All this Bloggery...

A cynic said "All this blogerry is like modern poetry : more people want to write it than read it "

So here's something that I wrote...no , let me rephrase it ...I don't write poetry , it sometimes overflows and spills out of my brain (I guess its an errant right hemisphere thing )

Mirror Mirror on the world

Does the mirror lie ?
Or is it a parlour trick
played by the minds eye ?

Tell me , Oh , tell me why ?
pretty me a sometime ago ,
why am I now ugly shy ?

The days are getting longer ,
stretching in the sand,
The time it seems to drip
and killing me softly
with this one way ego trip
where my mirrored world is
my own opposite

Does the mirror lie ?
Or is it the mind's eye ?
today I was satisfied
but tomorrow is high and dry
today's heart seemed pure and true
and tomorrow's just another lie

Why does the mirror lie ?
Maybe its another parlour trick
played by the bloody mind's eye !


For better or verse  ( Ha ha ! ) , and for no rhyme or reason I give to you my encore presentation !

If you were a song

If you were a song
what would you be?
a happy go lucky jingle
or a haunting melody ?

Would you sail across the stars
or pine for your lover
or go dancing in the rains
smiling at long lost memories ?

Would you tell me your story
in a guitar riff or a blues bar
your rockstar history
in a barre chord
or a twisted melody ?

If you were a song
what would you be?
stop and think...
and answer me , please
If you were a song ,
what would you be ?


p.s. The poem "Mirror mirror on the wall " was originally a haiku.

Well... it had that 5-7-5 format , but then I decided it had to tell more , so I destroyed my haiku and rewrote it )