Category Archives: musings

I Walk at a Fair Old Lick

I walk at a fair old lick
And pass many elderly men and women
With their walking stick.
And, should impatience try to master me
I recall that December
Comes to us all.
And find within me a temporary humility.

When A Pretty Young Lady Named Fay

When a pretty young lady named Fay
Said, “all the men they run away!”.
Her friend Miss Bland
Said, “I don’t understand,
As you are a beautiful vampire Fay!”

In Early December

In early December
I heard
The dawn bird
And did remember
Another year
Will soon end.

My friends
Are growing older.
I hear
Pretty young women
Ask me
About family matters.

There will be
No more sinning.
Merely hot tea
And matters
Of domesticity
For me.

I Haven’t Heard the Night Bird for Some Time

I haven’t heard
The night bird
For some time.
Yet his cry
Survives in rhyme
And will outlast
The final blast
That ends
My mind.

Progress

As for me
I do not agree
With the inevitability
Of progress. Good poetry
And friends
Are ends
In themselves.
Give me
Oak bookshelves
Laden with treasures.
These are the pleasures
I would have
To make me glad.

Aimless

Where she to kiss me
I would think my day
Had not run aimlessly away.
Yet she will survive
When Time’s great scythe
Has struck me dumb.

‘Tis fun
To dream of the Fairy queen
But I shall be cold
Long ere she is old
So why dream my little day
Aimlessly away?

Soon You Will Go Abroad

Soon you will go abroad.
I am not really bored
But wish for some pleasure
In this bleak autumn weather.

You make me smile
With your feminine wiles.
But, when you are abroad
I will not be bored.

In the Cold Air

In the cold air
A bird did sing.
I have my care.
But I heard a blackbird
Trill in the chill air,
Which took away my care.

Living Expenses

She in need of rent.
He calculates his money spent
On the dance without romance.
But still he pays
In so many ways,
And finds a kind
Of content in the charms
Of a girl’s reluctant arms.
And calculates his money spent.
While she pays her rent.