If You Like This, I Might Write Another

By T C Moon

A selection of my poems. This has been a long time coming so I hope you will enjoy what I offer. And, as the title suggests, if you like this one, I might write another...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Mar 31, 2011
• ISBN: 9781447584896

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© tcmoon 2006

eISBN: 978-1-44758-489-6

PREFACE

For many years, I have harboured the ‘dream’ of being a published poet. I have been given this opportunity to see if the wider poetry reading public think I am worthy enough to call myself a ‘published poet’, hence the title of this book.

I write diversely and mostly free style. I like to cover many subjects and add humour too, so in that, I sincerely hope all who have purchased this publication, will be, someway, entertained.

I am of the belief that poetry is the script of the soul. We poets write because we enjoy it. By the same token, you read poetry because you enjoy it.

Whatever you take from any poems in this publication, which will speak to you in a variation of interpretations, that is to say, it will read to your perception and not how I may have intended. That matters little. The onus is ALWAYS on the reader to be inspired or liberated by the written word and therefore, criticism of me or my style is completely unwarranted.

Please read and hopefully enjoy the many poems I have allocated in this, my first proper, publication.

For all my friends who have purchased this book, thank you for your encouragement, love and friendship.

This publication is dedicated to my Mum, Heather.

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IT’S THE JOB OF THE POET TO BRING

OUR MUM…

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By kg

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circa 1959/60. Mum and Me

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By Princess Sars

A Day In The (Very Short) Life Of:

I have a small tale to tell, ‘bout a germ whose name is Cedric!

Not such a clever old germ, having been born a’neath a house brick!

Cedric is green but, I s’pose he was, really, brown;

He was a germ who lived deep inside a main drain.

And Cedric entertained, he was a main drain clown!

Cedric the germ would always show off, doing tricks

and always in front of Amanda the amoeba, she, was his girl!

Amoeba - like in every way, beautiful and Cedric wanted to take her

and show her a whole lot more of germ ridden lands, around the world!

This oft funny little germ whose shape defied description,

would never listen when the Elder germs warned him;

He didn’t believe in their wisdom;

So, one cold and rainy day, Cedric set out on a big trip.

He wanted to see more of this big ‘ole world.

He’d had enough of the dank and smell of this life,

all day just sitting on cabbages whose leaves were all curled . . .

. . .and they smelled so. Poo! They really ponged . .!

This wasn’t the life for he and Amanda the amoeba,

there wasn’t much to be gained here,

but there must be much more out there, for him!

He wasn’t ‘genned’ up on the ways of the big world,

but, afore he and Amanda went, she was zapped by scattering Vim!

Pow!

So Cedric began his adventure alone, to go and conquer the world,

‘course, he was saddened by poor Amanda’s demise,

but, down in them sewers,

Cedric’ll soon find himself a bright and new, little germ girl . . .

. . . After some days and a thirst that left Cedric so dry, he came upon a

shoe (still fitted to a foot!)

It was then that an idea sprang into Cedric’s mind, he knew what it

was he had to do. .

. . . a lift he’d cadge upon this muddy old shoe and gain entry to a

people house

where he could feed on leftovers, Mmm! And spilled sugar and

orange peel and soiled teabags; all good nourishment, well, for a

germ, it was, just what he would need. . .

. . .Having feasted like a King Germ, scoffing richly on rubbish and

emptied cans,

Cedric looked for a place to take a quiet siesta.

And, it seemed his search was over, this people house was so quiet

and Cedric found the perfect place to build his new nest. (Aah. Nicely mind)

This new home, Cedric discovered, was very clean, perfect for a germ

to settle,

in sparkling white porcelain and with a lovely fresh smell;

For Cedric it was just the job, home and all round. And clean;

There was no garden but Cedric was no gardener and he was pleased

with his new abode, it even had it’s own inside well . . .?

So Cedric settled himself in, camped just a touch under the rim where

Vim could not reach.

He began to dream of his old home and what the Elders had said.

He asked himself, No danger here? then shook his little germ head.

I have found the perfect place for to make up my nice new bed!

Cedric thought no more and very soon, dropped off into a dream

filled sleep.

What a lovely smell dreamt Cedric as he clung to the porcelain.

Then, something happened that Cedric had been unprepared for,

the light had all gone!

Cedric thought that he had been Vimmed, like Amanda, and now he

was dead!

But then, panic over as he saw above and chuckled "Ah, breakfast in

bed!" (Ha! Ha! Ha! ).

Suddenly tho’ Cedric became afraid tho’ there was no pain

and he looked and heard that distinct sound he had heard a million

times before,

the pulling of the dreaded chain . . .!

. . .Poor old Cedric, he should have listened when the Elders told him,

now he was flushed away from his nice new nest

and poor Cedric was never ever seen again!

Some say that Cedric lives in the dump these days

and others say he’s just gone off in another drain,

tho’ gone, we know, Cedric will never be far way

but he’ll always be just out of our reach. . .

And Cedric the mischievous germ will be remembered wherever he

is,

could be