BY THIS AUTHOR
The Suicidal Penguin
Oh! The Penguin is an unhappy bird
If you look at him he is quite absurd
He has two wings but he cannot fly,
This is why the penguin wants to die...
Tomato
Shining, succulent, fruit of the sun
A passionate tang that bursts on the tongue,
Radiant, ripened, ruby red skin
A natural jewel that hides treasure within...
Biding
I leave the line open
in the vain hope of
some communication
from the object of my affection.
This blind optimism is really starting to get me down
The silence rings more loudly than the chime
I sing along to pass the time
I wonder if she does the same.
It’s a shame I don’t have the courage to call,
Loose connections, faulty wiring
Procrastination can be so tiring.
But I take comfort
Resigned to my fate,
Ever patient,
I sit
And wait…
By James Anson
Copyright November 2005
