Poem Title : I Could be Bounded in a Nut-shell
Poem 170a Spenserian Metre.

Oh God! I could be bounded in a Nut-shell,
And count myself a King of Infinite Space,
Were it not that I am under an old spell
But within real time I am for sure Awake.
Let me chart my Life from a Blissful state.
With dross removed ,my virtue then is clear.
Self confession as a Genius,my fate?
Through rose-tinted lenses,mud-obscured.
God Gifted since the Dawn of Time to this Moment.

I was born like most ,with no silver spoon.
Bombs reigning down the Devil at the Wheel.
Our Fathers to a Man were tight Controlled.
To Fight for Life to do the best they can.
Using Kipling's words to train me as a Man.
To keep my head when with chaos all about me,
One Poem ,a raft, enabling me to Plan.
To Dream and have the wisdom then to see.
The Gifts that God has grafted to my Family's Tree.

My Father had no gifts of Literary prowess.
No abilities to read much even write.
My Mother spent her life in Christian service.
A Latch-key kid sole child of their delight.
A Book-worm was his friend both day and night.
His Infantile habit whilst at early school
Amuse with plays on words beyond his right.
To Write the Thief of Time a rippling pool.
Procrastinate,each thought begats Poetry of a Fool..

Why put off until tomorrow,do to-day!
Drilled parrot fashion by those clever Folk
When All`s Said and Done,easier to say
As a youth what hope have you to cope?
No reason you ,to ever see the Joke.
Eyes for nothing but a pretty image.
What cool cigarettes today you Smoke.
Walking Tall , an Idol of your village.
Offering treasure , a hand in Marriage?

At last false dawns are all at once behind you.
Your Life is Mortgaged right up to the Hilt.
Children have to have a better time than you do,
None notices the Castles that you Built.
Though a dagger to the heart ,always felt.
Draw it out,who cares just you deliver.
Wake up be sure the Coffee can be Smelt.
Recover? Who said you would Recover?
Some Clues to Lifes Meaning better to Discover.

Poetry,the Language of the Gods.
Discover that in all your waking hours
Eureka,let it be your Lightening rod.
Whatever justly cause that needs power.
You can make a heap of difference now.
No! not tomorrow,I'm talking `bout today
I have proof ,please do ,let me show you how.
Read this Holy Bible,on your knees and Pray.
Be Proud you have and learn at last to bless the day.

OPW 18th October 2009

(Written in the Now gifted to The 1000th Man with grateful thanks 16thOctober 2009)