Jan. 30~ STEPHEN DRUCE

As we head into the weekend, I hope you'll enjoy these poems by UK-based poet, Stephen Druce. I appreciate the playful style with which he conveys serious messages. Thank you, Stephen, for sharing your words with SHINE international poetry series!

The Rarest Gift

 Few can ambidextrous switch -
so few can sing in perfect pitch,
the few are gifted intuition -
few with surgeon hand precision,
few can dance with perfect timing -
few can conquer Everest climbing,
few become good tightrope walkers -
public speakers - dinner talkers,
few can do the telepathic -
few can tumble acrobatic,
few become Olympic skaters -
few become impersonators,
few can solve the Rubik's cube -
so few can thrive in solitude,
so few become good belly dancers -
scientists with all the answers,
few are skilled to fly formation -
few can master levitation,
few can fashion clothes design -
or portrait paint or juggle blind,
but the rarest gift despite the rumour -
blessed the few - a good sense of humour.

Be Good to Me on Sunday

 I don't need your devotion -
your attention - or to listen,
connect with my emotions -
or to tell me I'm forgiven,

I don't need your affection
or to feel your tender touch,
I don't need your protection -
your support - to be my crutch,

I don't need adoration -
all your compliments and thanking,
your true appreciation -
all your patience - understanding,


I don't need all the accolades -
your gratitude - respect,
your sympathy - your serenades -
your charming intellect,

I don't need all your lavish gifts
and all your good advice,
don't save me in a snowdrift -
I don't need your sacrifice,

I don't need your agreement
or to see my point of view,
just be good to me on Sunday -
and be good to me on Monday too.

Stephen Philip Druce is a poet and surrealist from Shrewsbury in the UK. He is published in the USA, Hungary, India, Canada, Ireland, the UK, and South Africa. Stephen has also written for London theatre plays and BBC Radio 4 extra.

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