Humanising

For God’s sake, put something human there;
Add the I-word or rub in some personality;
Otherwise words only follow words,
Sense and nonsense in apparent order
Or none at all.

Art Theft

Artists, at fever pitch
Daub anger and delight
Against the wisdom of a day,
Every stroke, a slash of paint
A bright essence, underscoring.

Troubled times.

Ten-ten oh-two

On a day like today
When a velvet sky rains grey
A planet might stop its spin
To touch a moment and pause.

But our world turns
On dimes and dollars,
On the spendthrift blood of nations.
Our lives are built of currency
And the ignorance it brings.

© BH, 2002

A Poet

That was not it at all; that is not what I meant at all

A poet told me this but his lines
Said something else, reading between,
Something else again. How am I to think
With so much meaning?