Monthly Archives: December 2023

Paradise

You and I

Said goodbye

For a little time.

I walk through

Fallen leaves

And compose a rhyme

To Eve

And Paradise Lost.

There Once was a Detective Named Paul

There once was a detective named Paul

Who invited us all to a ball.

A girl called Sky

Gave me an alibi,

And of course I denied it all!

The Haunted Old Stair

As I mounted a  haunted old stair

I met a young lady named Claire

Who took off her head,

And said, “I am dead!”.

That girl is forever blocking the stair!

Stand and Deliver!

As I walked down a dark street

I met a thief with big feet.

When he said, “stand and deliver!”,

I distracted him with hot liver,

And then I stamped on his feet!

 

Continuity

I touched a split tree

Which still stood

Reminding me

Of the Great North Wood.

 

I am of modernity.

Yet my heart

Is part

Of this old split tree.

 

There stands outside my window

Another tree

Here long before me

 

And when I go

Others seeing these 2 trees

May know they are part

Of nature’s great heart

And know continuity with me.

 

 

Miss Follett and Alice

As I strolled through London’s Crystal Palace

I met a young lady named Alice.

She and Miss Follett

Have borrowed my wallet.

Has anyone seen that Follett or Alice?

The Ageing Reprobate

I have felt the bitter cold

And thought of sinning

With young women

And of how I grow old.

 

I have heard the clock tick

And heels click

In the late evening

And engaged  in couplings and leavings.

 

I have considered right and wrong

And fought the fire

Of my desire

But my lust was very strong.

 

I have pondered on old rakes

And the mistakes

Of my flawed humanity .

And sometimes I see

The Grim Reaper coming for me.

 

(Doubtless I have been influenced by poets much greater than I in the composition of the above poem).

When a Morbid Young Man Named White

When a morbid young man named White

Said, “I may die this very night!”.

I said, “I’ll have your lover

The beautiful and talented Miss Glover”

White said, “yes, that is perfectly alright!”

Winter Churchyard

I heard no birds

In the winter churchyard.

It was just

The cold sky

The tombs

And I

On a darkening afternoon.

Mole Who was Fond of Eating Coal

There once was a man named Mole

Who had a liking for eating coal.

A jolly old squire

Lit a great fire

Which quickly burned Mole and his coal!