Category Archives: literature

Rules of Behaviour

When a young lady named Miss Hocking

Said, “your behaviour is really quite shocking!”,

I said, “what I done

I done it in fun!”.

She said, “your grammar is also shocking!”.

What is the Purpose of Poetry?

An interesting piece on Medium entitled What is the Purpose of Poetry? https://medium.com/the-howling-owl/what-is-the-purpose-of-poetry-147ba89ef9b0.

 

For me, poetry is valuable in and of itself. As with love and friendship it matters because it matters. If you where to pin me down and insist that I provide a fuller explanation, then I would say that poetry matters because it stirs the emotions. It speaks to who we are/explores what it is to be human.

 

As an aside, I am often puzzled by those who derive great pleasure from pop music (which almost invariably rhymes), yet dislike poetry, much of which rhymes! Perhaps the dislike by some of poetry stems from them having it drummed into them at a tender age rather than having discovered it for themselves.

 

My love of poetry was sparked by a school teacher, Mr Delacruz who recorded several cassettes for me, including a number of poems. In addition, I spent many hours in the school library discovering poetry for myself via anthologies such as Palgrave’s Golden Treasury and the Oxford Book of English Verse.

 

As always, I would be interested to hear your views regarding the purpose of poetry/what poetry means to you.

Sporty Miss Pearl

I know a young lady named Pearl

Who sets my head in a whirl.

I think I’m in love

As with her boxing glove

She sets my head in a whirl!

Tombs

I have passed tombs

In the sunshine

And in the gloom

Pondering on rhyme

And my fleeting time.

 

Scented with perfume

She passed the dead

Who lay entombed

In their unenvied bed

 

 

And the dead slept on

When she was gone.

We find brevity in lust

And permanence in dust.

Vampire

Your kiss

A mingling of perfume

With cigarettes.

Led inexorably to bed.

 

Later I found

Heels in my bedroom

And your perfume

On my dressing gown.

 

Smoke no longer lingers.

But I find

Sharp teeth and fingers

Occupy my mind.

I Once Met a Vampire Named Keith

I once met a vampire named Keith

Who showed me his very sharp teeth.

When he gnashed his great fangs

I fed him with gran’s meringues

Which poisoned that poor vampire named Keith!

Progress

I saw the lightning flash

Across the sky

And heard the crash

Of thunder

And I

Paused to wonder

On those who stress

The inevitability of human progress

There Once was a Rake Named Mars

There once was a rake named Mars

Who lit his cigars with silk bras.

A girl called Coral

Said, “you are immoral!”,

So he bought her brand new bras!

Sky Who Married an Old Billionaire

When a young lady known as Sky

Went and married an old billionaire guy

And he died on the stair,

I just happened to be there,

And to marry that young billionaire Sky …