The breeze
In these trees
Blows free
And says to me,
“Recognise your mortality
And live free.
For ’tis better to die,
Than give up one’s liberty”.
And I,
Could not but agree.
Monthly Archives: March 2020
Liberty2
Liberty is the mind unconfined.
It is the right to decide
Whether to remain at home, alone,
Or go outside
To walk,
Or talk
With friends.
Liberty has no ends
(Other than it’s own).
It is the right to be left alone
(Providing one respects the liberty
Of others to live free
Under law,
Where the state’s claw
Remains sheathed,
Save in case of direst need).
Yet we
Know not
What
It is to be
Free,
Until we are not.
Liberty
Some say
That liberty,
To be
Free,
Is an abstract concept.
But, when it is taken away,
I suspect
That even the stupid may
Know what it is to be,
Free
A Young Lady Who Calls herself Fiona
A young lady who calls herself Fiona
Comes from the beautiful isle of Iona.
In her choice of profession
She showed absolutely no discretion,
So her mother she completely disowned her!
There is Something Poignant About the Sunshine
There is something poignant about the sunshine.
A girl’s soft kiss
Is divine.
The bliss
Of fingers
That linger,
Intertwined in mine.
The light lingers,
A girl’s fingers
Still intertwine.
The night breeze
Will freeze
This heart
And art
Of mine.
A Young Lady Dressed in Stilettos and Socks
A young lady dressed in stilettos and socks
Said, “I am extremely fond of grandfather clocks.
And, if I had the time
I’d write many a great rhyme,
And I’d wear more than stilettos and socks!”.
Literary Censorship
A review of a book on the history of censorship, on the site Interesting Literature, https://interestingliterature.com/2020/03/censored-literary-history-subversion-control-fellion-inglis-review/.
I Heard A Click of Heels
I heard a click of heels,
And thought of skin,
Slippery as eels.
I heard a knocking in the night
And thought how thin
Is the material separating one from
The delight
Of sin.
Virtue wears the same, Boring
Old smile.
She will have you snoring.
But sin, she has style!
Meanings
Over time
Visitations of the divine
Turn stale,
Leaving pale
Ghosts, lost, in rhyme.
A Young Lady Named Lou
A young lady named Lou
Said, “sweetheart, I do love you!
Quick, give me a kiss,
It will be such bliss!
But I must leave by 2!”.