I can write poetry just like them

‘Mountain regions sweep across stretched plains of silvery skies’

Or poetry like him

‘Mountain sweeps stretching across your
pretty eyes’

But I’d rather write poetry just like me

* The mountain lies before us *.

The cat sat on the mat

You gotta like love
Like a good cold warm dish
Losing a chance on one wish
A saltless main meal
A genuine touch you can’t feel
Like lukewarm coffee
Ants stuck in toffee
Warm soft watermelon in summer
Shrivelled cold fries the day after
A delivered bitten slice of pizza
Uber, two hours later
A flat glass of Coca Cola
A wet cold doona
A missing piece at the end of a puzzle
A resentful bitter cuddle
Matchsticks with wet strikes
Your best poem with no likes
Oil stains on a monopoly board game
A long conversation with a forgotten name
You gotta like it, to love it
Just like, we like loving

I want to be someone I know
and someone who knows me

It’s in the silence I heard you the loudest
And in the noise I heard your prayer
But in my pain was the answer
And in my absence you were there

When counting numbers on a dice
there’s always one number you can’t see
If 5 is on the right, a 1 on the left
then the bottom under, may be a 3
A simple trick
to guarantee if its really true
is if, the side facing up
is clearly the number 2
Unless, the value fixed
at the top is a 6
then, you’ll know for sure
the number under, out of view
is most definitely a 4