In Four Texts

I remember a finer, golden age
   When all things could be clearly understood
 And callow youth would never cheek a sage
   On the wisdom of elders, dare not intrude.
    No more beautiful a tongue has been heard
    Than English, foil of Shakespeare and Milton!
 Treat with reverence each and every word
   Care for your language like a son, my son.
Keep it tied up, dried out, trapped in a cell!
     Evrythng evolves, the future wont wait
   2 l8! LOL! lang is aliV, 3 & well
     Format ltd so Kidz snd txts that
       sonnets / luv / both express
       in 160 chars or less.

I recently completed work on the Glasgow Poetry Society website including the entry system for the Edwin Morgan Poetry Competition.

3 Replies to “In Four Texts”

  1. I’m not allowed to enter! The rules say…

    “No employee, or partners or relatives of employees, of Glasgow Poetry Society CIC may enter the competition.”

    Which I think covers me, especially since I administer the entry system! And besides I’ve disqualified this poem by publishing it here…

    “Entries … must never have been published, self-published, published on any website or broadcast”