A guy may buy
A pretty girl’s eye
And revel in bliss
From her soft kiss.
But the honest guy
Will find
It hard to deny
That behind
Her smiling eye
And sweet scent
There lies, contempt
Lies
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In Her Hair
In her hair
And legs bare
I forget regret.
But after laughter
And drink die
I find rhyme
In passing lust
And eternal dust.
Her Name
It was quick
In a bedsit
By a canal.
I have the name she
Gave to me.
Anyhow, I know that canal.
We Walked Through the Graveyard
We
Walked through the graveyard.
She
Is frightened of death.
Earlier we
Drank wine.
Our bed
Was hot
The dead
Are forever here.
The graveyard plot
Draws lovers near.
Circular
A circular seat
Encompassing a tree.
Age will defeat
Thee and me.
The Golden Sun
The weather is hot.
I could call you
And specify what I …
The sun is hot
Our bodies like glue
In summer’s golden weather.
Shall we lie together
In the golden sun?
Honey, will you come?
Said the Sweet Nymph Unto the Satyr
Said the sweet nymph unto the satyr
“Sir, surely you can’t grow any fatter!”.
Said the satyr
Unto the nymph
“Come you down from your high plinth
And let us make great sport together
In yonder heather!”.
But the nymph did gently smile
And said “I have been had
By many a rich handsome lad.
But sir, ‘tis not my style
To grace with my pretty face
And my fine silks and lace,
An ugly old satyr’s poor platter!”.
Artificial Flowers
The hypnotic tick tock
Of a concealed clock.
Artificial flowers in a vase.
The truth is writ large.
I do not repent
Of their fleeting scent.
But time ends all rhyme.
Day 5 of the WordCrafter Blog Tour
I am over at Victoria (Tori) Zigler’s blog today as part of the WordCrafter blog tour. To read one of the poems I contributed to the Poetry Treasures anthology, and Victoria’s review of the book, please visit this link http://ziglernews.blogspot.com/2021/05/day-5-of-wordcrafter-poetry-treasures.html.
Blackbird
I see the sun shine
Think on the divine
And the tick tock
Of the ever-present clock.
I hear the blackbird
Who has heard
Not of clock,
And my fleeting word.
