I am tired.
Should I compose a rhyme
To women and wine?
I have desired
Both women and wine
But all pens run dry
And I
Grow so tired
Of rhyme
Of women and wine.
I am tired.
Should I compose a rhyme
To women and wine?
I have desired
Both women and wine
But all pens run dry
And I
Grow so tired
Of rhyme
Of women and wine.
There once was a girl in red
Who liked to stand on her head.
When they asked her why
She would wink 1 eye
And play the drums with her head!
December has become January.
Alas last summer’s grass
Is a quagmire.
We all desire
The spring to come
But the grass
On which I stood
Remains as mud.
After an evening of laughter,
Restaurants and wine,
You took off your robe.
Now I find
Girl’s heels in my wardrobe
You left behind.
Am I a mere magpie?
I have found earrings
And other such similar things
Young women leave behind.
But love would be divine.
I pass by
Drains gurgling with rain.
How quickly rain
Drains away.
You and I
Are like the rain.
But rain
Does not die.
“Janus” appears in my collection “More Poetic Meanderings”, which was published in 2023:
Janus waits in the wings.
As with previous dead years
He will bring
Laughter and tears.
Doors open and close.
The futurologist thinks he knows
What the future holds.
But Janus thumbs his nose,
And history goes
On as before;
And where it goes
Heaven only knows.
A very happy new year to all of my readers! I hope 2024 is a good year for you all.
Best wishes. Kevin