Poems

Ian Mole, UK

Ian Mole has been an English Teacher for twenty years and has worked in Crete and Poland as well as the U.K. He has taught business and general English classes at Regent London since 2006. E-mail:thesurfingbrides@aol.com

Innit?

The innit is a useful beast.
I think it hails from way out east.
Cyprus or Karachi’d win it
if we had to source the innit.

By simplifying question-tags
the innit solves some grammar snags.
Should you? Must we? Won’t it? Bin it!
Nowadays we just say, “innit?”

Perhaps you may be mortified
to hear your tongue thus simplified.
Try it, it won’t take a minute
to reap the benefits of innit.

Morning 5th January 2010

Salmon-pink and bluey-grey.
Another crisp and chilly winter’s day.
Skinny trees and hungry birds.
This is my workday morning dressed in words.

Telstar Haiku

1962.
Big skies and satellites when
                        everything was new.

Wavelength of Love

Love is pulsating
Coming and going
Burning and freezing
Losing and finding
Forgetting, reminding
Hurting and pleasing
Reaping and sowing
Loving and hating

A lunatic ebb and flow
Hello, goodbye, hello

Dr Work

It cures all ills
        by taking your mind off…whatever it is.
You don’t need pills
        as teaching, for me, is much better than whiz.
Just concentrate
        and focus attention on matters at hand.
Procrastinate
        and get some perspective on problems and plans.
It never fails
        - just live for the moment, the infinite now.
Don’t bite your nails
        - whatever will be, will still be anyhow.