When a young lady named Beth
Said, “you are obsessed with death”,
I spoke of cooking oil
And of Shakespeare’s mortal coil,
Which bored poor Beth to death!
When A Young Lady Named Beth
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If Imagination Were A Crime
If imagination were a crime
And you could read between a rhyme,
How many poets would be flayed
For games played
In the confines
Of their minds?
But, no
That is not quite so,
For their words caper
On virgin paper.
And when
The pen
Scratches
The reader thinks he catches
A glimpse of the sin,
Within.
Gabriela M Awarded Author of the Year 2019 by Spillwords Press
Gabriela M, a writer whose work I admire, has been awarded Author of the Year 2019 by Spillwords Press. You can read Gabriela’s interview here, https://spillwords.com/author-of-the-year-2019-interview/.
If I Write a Sad Poem Today
If I write a sad
Poem today
People will say
He is sad.
If I compose a glad
Poem today
They will, likewise
Say,
He is feeling glad.
But they
Can not see my eyes.
Rose
His passion grows.
She exposes.
The poet composes.
But, in his heart
He knows
That art
Is not a rose.
Pan’s Pipe
Pan plays on his pipe
To the delight
Of woodland nymphs.
Who have, long since
Ceased to see,
In his ageing pipe,
Beyond the delight
Of his poetry.
Whilst Out Shopping
Whilst out shopping
I see girl’s shoes
And can not help but lose
Myself in a shocking
Thought,
Of stiletto shoes,
Bought,
By young women who,
At night,
Bring delight
With the loss of shoe
And stocking.
But I have shopping,
still to do …
Waves and Ripples
Great waves
Turn to graves.
Although one may find
A ripple is left behind.
But I should not say
That waves go away
Lest I offend
Those who would pretend
That they, forever, stay.
The Poet and the Prostitute (dedicated to Ernest Christopher Dowson)
Some girls say
“No way”,
(And mean what they say).
But others may,
(For pay)
Remain, for a time,
And forever be,
That anonymous she,
Immortalised in rhyme.
Fantasies
I fantasise
Over fantasies
That will never be.
A girl’s eyes
May tease.
Or, just possibly, she
Desires to please,
But I,
Can not see.
