There was a young lady called May
Who performed in a very strange play.
Having neither beginning nor end
Her friends all contend
That it really wasn’t a play!
There Was A Young Lady Called May
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Loss
Shall I compete
With high-heeled feet
As the gods look down
And snigger or frown?
Aphrodite is flighty
Yet I have thought her divine
And from time to time
Still worship at her shrine.
Nymphs suppress a sigh
And smile.
They will, for a little while
Stay
Though they long to hie
Away.
Gloss
May conceal the crack of age.
I am at a loss
But should learn
To turn
Over a new page
For this stage
Is a temporary thing
And I am without a ring
Sin
Through thick and thin
I shall oppose sin
For I am pure
As the snow covered moor
Ere footfall
Spoils all.
I am a saint
(Which is rather quaint
In this age).
But open the pristine cover
And look beyond the page
And you will discover
A man much like his brother …
There Was A Young Man Called Jim
There was a young man called Jim
Who asked me to write about him.
I lacked the time
To compose a rhyme
On account of his pretty wife Kim …
Walking The Shoreline
Walking the shoreline
I perceive that there is a fine line
Between our yearning to be free
And our respect for the sea.
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There Was A Man From Bristol
There was a young man from Bristol
Who threatened me with his pistol.
When the gun backfired
As I desired
He flew many miles from Bristol!
—
There was an elderly man from Bristol
Who threatened me with his pistol.
He said “keep away from my daughter
Or I will you slaughter
With this powerful water pistol!”.
—
There was a young man from Bristol
Who was a collector of crystal.
He owned an antique gun
And just for fun
I shot him with his pistol!
Privilege?
Yesterday evening I read an article entitled “The Privilege Paradox”, http://quillette.com/2018/03/27/the-privilege-paradox/ . The article reminded me of my own short poem “Privilege” which runs thus:
“I stand opposed to all privilege,
To the bitter end.
Yet, if it be mine own
I do, as a dog with a bone
My privilege defend,
Gainst foe and friend”.
(https://newauthoronline.com/2017/09/20/privilege/).
There Was A Young Man Called Mark
There was a young man called Mark
Who wrote a poem about the dark.
It was late at night
And he haden’t much light,
So his poem was bleak and stark.
Of Statues And Poems
On 23 November 2016, I wrote my poem “Rhodes”, https://newauthoronline.com/2016/11/23/rhodes/. The poem was inspired by the controversy surrounding the campaign by the Rhodes Must Fall organisation to have the statue of Cecil Rhodes removed from Oriel College Oxford.
I spent much of yesterday evening (26 March), recording and uploading a number of my poems to Youtube, including the “Rhodes” poem. I was assisted in this task by a friend who voiced disagreement with the views expressed in the “Rhodes” poem. Our discussion was friendly but our views on the issue of “Rhodes” where diametrically opposed, with my friend being a passionat advocate for the removal of the Rhodes statue while my opinion remains as expressed in the above poem.
This article on Cecil Rhodes in Standpoint Magazine makes for interesting reading and does, broadly speaking, accord with my view of this complex and interesting character, (http://www.standpointmag.co.uk/node/6388/full).
