Monthly Archives: September 2023

Aeolus

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In this temple, open to the air,

I feel you everywhere.

These Doric Columns speak of our yesterday.

But you will stay

When I and they

Are but clay.

 

 

These ancient Yew

And Redwood trees

Have heard wind sing

Over long centuries.

But your cold blast

Will outlast the Yew.

 

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This poem stems from a visit to the temple of Aeolus in Kew Gardens with my friend Brian on 29 September 2023. You can find out a little about the temple here, https://www.kew.org/kew-gardens/whats-in-the-gardens/woodland-garden-and-temple-of-aeolus.

Kidnapped

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I awoke on an island with seals

And spied a young lady in heels.

When I said, “my dear,

How did we get here!”,

She said, “we got kidnapped by seals!”.

I Am Not Indifferent to the Charms

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I am not indifferent to the charms

Of a young woman’s arms.

So when your arm wound around me

Of course I was flattered

For you are much younger than me.

 

 

I have had dreams shattered

So will believe that it was merely

Out of friendly regard

That your youthful arm

Wound around me.

 

In the churchyard

On my way home alone

I passed by cold stones

And contrasted their charms

With your warm arms.

My Dear Friend the Beautiful Miss Lee

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My dear friend the beautiful Miss Lee

Has won prizes for her erotic poetry.

She came round last night

With a girl called white

And we played at cards till 3.

To an Ageing Rake

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When your fun is done

And she goes home

And you are left alone,

Do you consider

Her youth

And that perfect figure?

 

 

Perhaps you consider

The truth:

How lack of finance

Or other mischance

Leads her to dance

With a rake

 

 

Who, fearful of dust

Takes, in lust

A young woman who

Needs your wealth,

But holds in contempt

You and herself.

Sun Who is Always Up for Some Fun

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I know a young lady named Sun

Who is always up for some fun.

Her and Miss Claire

Work in the fair,

And from their boyfriends I must run!

I Know a Most Delightful Old Squire

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I know a most delightful old squire

Who has never been seen with Moriah.

She wears a short dress

And I have to confess

That she looks rather like the squire!

Civilisation

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Walking through these sweet scented leaves

I know autumn has come.

A solitary bird

Sings somewhere in the cool air.

 

 

While outside these sheltering trees

Civilisation goes on

And a few solitary birds

Sing their song

Of empires long since gone.

 

Choices

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You and me

Played. She stayed

In another  room

Just watching TV.

 

On this dull September afternoon,

I recall your chanting of new shoes.

I wonder, did you choose?

For the marketplace is full of choice.

 

Your friend’s voice

Is heard no more.

But market stores

Offer plenty of choice.

 

Politics or Pleasure

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I met a young lady named Ling

Who said, “are you left-wing or right-wing?”.

I said, “politics are so boring

And will have us both snoring!

Now Ling, do you fancy a fling!”