{"id":2932,"date":"2023-11-26T20:27:56","date_gmt":"2023-11-26T20:27:56","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/?page_id=2932"},"modified":"2023-11-28T22:45:35","modified_gmt":"2023-11-28T22:45:35","slug":"musings-2","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/m-poems\/musings-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Musings"},"content":{"rendered":"<p> Musings<br \/>\nby cricketjeff on June 30, 2008.\u00a0 \u00a9 Jeff Green, All rights reserved<br \/>\nThe poet sat alone by night<br \/>\nAnd tried to ease his mind<br \/>\nBut when he took up pen to write<br \/>\nWhat subjects could he find?<\/p>\n<p>He thought that love would be a start<br \/>\nWith sadness buried deep<br \/>\nSome jealousy to take a part?<br \/>\nHis muse though stayed asleep<\/p>\n<p>Perhaps a ballad from the West<br \/>\nWhere cowboys rode the range<br \/>\nAnd outlaw chase to add some zest<br \/>\nAbout the muse, no change.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Philosophy! Ah yes that&#8217;s it<br \/>\nI&#8217;ll write the end of god!&#8221;<br \/>\nHis muse was tempted, not one bit<br \/>\nAnd answered &#8220;Silly sod&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>A vampire write, so cold and dark<br \/>\nWhere blood is spilled from veins<br \/>\nThe answer from his muse still stark<br \/>\n&#8220;These thought just cause me pains&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>A work of nature, bees and flowers<br \/>\nThe English countryside<br \/>\nHis muse said &#8220;sorry, gone for hours,<br \/>\nI&#8217;m off out for a ride&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>A nonsense verse, like Edward Lear,<br \/>\nA Jabberwock, or three<br \/>\nHis muse just answered with a sneer<br \/>\n&#8220;That really isn&#8217;t me!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Free verse or rhyme or concrete form &#8211;<br \/>\nHe could not make it work.<br \/>\nHis muse withstood the wildest storm<br \/>\nAnd just sat down to shirk.<\/p>\n<p>He turned to drink, then left for bed,<br \/>\nBefuddled and confused.<br \/>\nThis silly rhyme flowed from his head<br \/>\nHis muse\u00a0 at last amused!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Musings by cricketjeff on June 30, 2008.\u00a0 \u00a9 Jeff Green, All rights reserved The poet sat alone by night And tried to ease his mind But when he took up pen to write What subjects could he find? He thought that love would be a start With sadness buried deep Some jealousy to take a [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":9728,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-2932","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/2932","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2932"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/2932\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8576,"href":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/2932\/revisions\/8576"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/9728"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2932"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}