“Oh ancient oak tree
What do you see?”.
“Many a past century.
People toing and froing,
Their lives going …
The war memorial nearby,
And I
See thee
Pass by”.
Category Archives: musings
I Heard Your Heart Beat
I heard your heart beat
As you lay with me.
Each clock wound
Must run down.
And in our final heart beat
We find Old Father Time.
What is Sin?
What is sin?
A girl’s smile.
And the clink of coin.
And is there heaven
And hell?
Heaven is her smile.
And will you find
Hell behind?
She
Will not tell.
And he
Will find
In women and wine
That heaven
And hell
Join
In the chink
Of coin.
Angels dance on a pin,
And philosophers ask, “is there sin?
And the priest hears confession
Of an ancient profession.
Though some say farming is older.
And a girl’s bare shoulder
Tempts man into the descent
To heaven and hell.
And within
Is pleasure,
Or sin.
(perhaps they are the same).
A coin
On the collection plate.
Then, later, Lou or Kate
Join
Him
For coin.
And smile while
The world continues to spin.
6:30 As I begin To Compose
6:30 as I begin to compose
I have not the arrogance to suppose
That time will cease while I rhyme.
A Kind of Honesty
A delivery of pleasure.
She will come to me
For an hour or so.
We will spend our time.
But not in rhyme.
I, for my part
Know not her heart,
Nor she mine.
‘Tis merely pleasure.
The pleasure being mine.
20 50
Me, much older.
Your head on my shoulder.
Your legs entwine with mine,
One, final, time.
Lust
Lust is like the ocean.
It’s tide carries us away.
Yet, unlike the great ocean,
Our lusts turn to clay.
Why Do I Rush To Pass
Why do I rush to pass
Those who walk the churchyard path?
I reach my home
And leave behind the path
Along which all must pass,
To a place where bones
Find their final home,
Under a cold stone.
My Poem I Would Rather Be A Tree Has Been Included In Dodo Modern Vidpoets
I am pleased to announce that my poem I would Rather Be a Tree has been included in May’s Dodo Modern Vidpoets. To listen to me reading I Would Rather Be a Tree, and the poems of the other contributors, please follow this link, https://dodovidpoets.blogspot.com/2021/05/virtual-dodo-6-may-2021.html.
There Was a Young Lady Named Fay
There was a young lady named Fay,
Who they say came from the USA.
She was a Confederate bride
But history’s great rolling tide
Has swept Fay and the Confederacy away.
(I am currently reading Gone With the Wind by Margaret Mitchell. For anyone who is unaware of the plot of the novel, it deals with the American Civil War and its impact on the Confederate states of America, both during and after the war. Hence I thought it would be interesting to compose a limerick about those times).