Biography of Tan Pratonix
Almost all the 90 poems or so were written in my youth, when I was 17-19 years old. Thereafter the Muse died - or rather, let's say, I killed the Muse. I kept the old diary in which these poems were written and thought that these offerings from the early '70s would be enjoyed by friends in Poemhunter. I am happy that they have delighted quite a few.
Tan Pratonix's Works:
All poems are copyrighted. Please do not publish any of the poems without my permission.
Tan Pratonix Poems
In Praise Of God's Good Earth
Hoosh, whoosh, The wind is up, The birds go whizzing by, And all around
Trigonometry began When Sine and Cos and Tan [The latter, a perfect gentleman] Agreed to work in a Triangle.
The Little Boy On Bodrum Beach
(Lines written spontaneously after seeing the photo of the body of a little Syrian boy washed up on the beach of Bodrum, a Turkish resort town, as the family were trying to escape by boat to Greece. Tragedy of the 5 year old Syrian Civil War.3rd September 2015) The little boy (A Kurdish toddler
Where no birds breathe, bird-magic breathes Bird-beauty, bird-spirit, bird-splendour, And brings where no bird wings, Wing-beats that woo me to wonder.
Every day Melanie May Walks down the shore, Along the bay.
Thoughts Of Fishes In A Glass Tank
Bound by four hard glass walls The fishes in the glass-tank think: 'We have all We need - food to eat, water to drink;
Reminiscences And Regrets
The smell of crushed mango leaves Takes me back to more than forty years ago, To early schooldays, When little boys in khaki shorts stand
Hands, expressive hands; The gold bands around your wrists Make beautiful hands.
Just those few months of sunshine Squeezed in by a protracted winter And a long chilly spring
Suppose I was living on the bank of a river Where ladies occasionally would come for a ride In a boat with a friend or relative or lover; And under the trees (all cosy inside,
A Hand Reached Out From Heaven
A hand reached out from heaven, It strove to touch my head; Then I was just eleven And I ducked and turned and fled.
From a shock of trees it sifts in, spreading a black hush over the water, dims the grass at her feet tucked
If I Were A Jibjib Cat
If I were a Jibjib Cat With whiskers on my face, Then I would wear a little hat Trimmed with silver lace.
If I Were A Woofy Dog
If I were a Woofy Dog With a waggy tail, Then I would learn to catch a frog And ride upon a whale.
Song On Psalm 100
Let every nation praise the Lord,
Serve Him with rejoicing.
Come to Him with worship songs
Which redeemed hearts are voicing.
Know that Jesus Christ is God,
He is our great Creator;
No man from monkey e'er evolved,
He was made by His great Maker.