Beware of broken glass, stinging nettles

wasps, steaming kettles.

Beware of writer's cramp, rising damp

unshrouded wires, congenital liars. 


Most of all beware the bewitching one who smiles

lonely and needy with wild eyes.

Beware of your own stare, your desire

and where it might lead,

an unhealthy place where wild dogs may feed,

unpalatable before you even realize. 




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Mon 15th Aug 2022 22:05

Thanks for all your incredible support Frederick, Phiip, Jennifer, Uilleam, Stephen, Holden, Clare and K. Lynn liking the poem.

Stephen, yes, this is not to be lightly!

Great, Martin, thank you so much.

Delighted that you liked this Graham. I was looking at an old notebook from 1992 a year in which I was embroiled in all sorts of marital and domestic problems. Thus the poem, but just before I put it on I re-wrote the second verse. It's one of the very few of that era that had any merit.


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Graham Sherwood

Fri 12th Aug 2022 15:39

Ray this is really good writing. The first verse sings out. For some reason to me reminiscent of Blue Aeroplanes music. One of your best pieces for me. We’ll done sir!

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Martin Elder

Fri 12th Aug 2022 11:50

A fab piece of poetry Ray. Love it

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Stephen Gospage

Fri 12th Aug 2022 11:18

Nicely sinister, Ray. I've had my fill of wasps and stinging nettles recently.

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