Day 646 of the daily poems.  We were cruising along on the theme of Music, when Janet became the focus, and then ancient Methuselah intruded.  We can return to Janet today with a poem that, although of scant poetic merit, at least gives Janet a namecheck.  Our poet is (was) a lovelorn young man by… Continue reading

Day 645 of the daily poems and it is your Editor’s birthday. Methuselah Methuselah is a very old man,his back is bent, his cheeks are wan,his face is creased, his hair is white,his name is down for that last spaceflight  while wife and children play the tuneshe spends his days among his runes,these are Methuselah’s… Continue reading

It’s Day 644 of the daily poems, and our poet Simon Haines has been wondering about Janet – to whom we were introduced yesterday by Walter Paul Kennedy.  But are Simon’s conjectures at all near the mark?  It could be, as the saying goes, that suppositions are idle … Janet and the jazzman I saw… Continue reading

To live without his music would be impossible to do, says our poet Walter Paul Kennedy today, Day 643 of the daily poems.  But see – Janet the Organist is coming to his rescue! Janet the Organist  Janet the OrganistCame to townLooking for some funOn the Underground She had her mini keyboard She had her leather clipThe… Continue reading

Today is Day 642 of the daily poems, in September 2024; some five decades ago our poet Jane Monach was in Bali, where she saw a troupe of women performing the Keçak dance (the monkey dance) which is usually performed by men making the musical monkey noises; only recently have women been included. This led to… Continue reading