I Didn’t
Do A Tap All Day
I didn’t do a tap all day
The time just seemed to slip away
I can’t believe it’s true but the minutes they just flew
And I didn’t do a tap all day
I didn’t do
a tap all day
Now I find this very hard to say
My head was in a tizzy I was really very busy
And I didn’t do a tap all day
Every single morning,
without any warning
When I roll out of bed
From my feet up to my head there’s
a rhythm oozing in me
Well it must be the
season ‘cause without any reason
When I arose to-day
The rhythm had gone away and now
it’s confusing me
My day wouldn’t
be complete
If I didn’t get to tap my feet
So, excuse me for a minute ‘cause you see
the time that’s in it
And I didn’t do a tap all day
By Michael Green
Is it Just
Me?
I remember the time when poems would rhyme
And I could understand them
But nowadays it’s all a haze
The words seem all at random.
The Moon in June
and Love from Above
Always went together
But now it seems you don’t need dreams
You can just talk about the weather.
They’ve an
awful cheek to write as they speak
And then call that a poem
That to me is not poetry
Or, should I be in a home?
By Michael Green
Self Talk
When I watch ‘Me’
What do I see?
What’s going on in ‘Me’s’ head?
It could be the arguments of yesterday,
The pros and cons and explanations,
Disagreements with relations,
Or even the revelations, I heard on the TV stations
If I watch ‘Me’s’ head, while it’s thinking,
I get a very good inkling
About what ‘Me’ is at
As I hear the self chat.
And it’s very interesting to ‘I’
To find out what going on with ‘ME’.
By Carmel McCarthy
Tsunami
All Mighty Nature shows her hand
A wave of terror strikes the land.
It tears all peace and joy away
That Tsunami, on Saint Stephen’s day.
The Indian Ocean,
Its earth crust broken,
Lashes, with violent might,
Young, old alike,
No time for flight,
Sucked in by the torrent,
Leaves only torment,
Survivors, seen in TV shots
Distraught, stunned, shocked,
How can they understand?
Mere mortals feel
abandoned.
‘TheWest’ now responding, as is right
With very many, many flights
Of aid, to ease their plight.
In years to come, I hope, we’ll see
These lands, of sunshine smiling
By Carmel McCarthy
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