Category Archives: poetry

Into “The Waste Land”, an Examination of TS Eliot’s Poem

I spent part of yesterday afternoon watching Into “The Wasteland” on the BBC Iplayer. The programme examines TS Eliot’s poem “The Wasteland”, arguing that much of the poem stems from the poet’s personal life, particularly his experiences with women and his nervous breakdown.

 

You can watch the programme here, https://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/m001d1yy#:~:text=An%20exploration%20of%20TS%20Eliot’s,20th%20century%2C%20The%20Waste%20Land. In order to do so you will need to have (or create) an account with the BBC Iplayer and click to confirm that you have a TV license. It is my understanding is that only those resident in the United Kingdom are able to avail themselves of the BBC Iplayer, so my apologies to those of my readers based outside of the UK.

There Was a Young Lady Named Mairead

There was a young lady named Mairead

Who was employed by the fire brigade.

A fireman called Rose

Lent her his hose.

He was generous like that to Mairead …!

 

I Enter the Graveyard

I enter the graveyard

Where men forget regret

While the living

Forget their eternal

Bed is made

In waiting grave

 

And choose to lose

Their day

In play

With technology,

Which makes none free

Of the eternal grave.

Murry’s Hot Curry

There was a young man named Murry

Who fell into a very hot curry.

When they said, “are you okay!”.

He said, “it’s a cold day!

But I’m hot here in this curry!”.

Commuter Train

I sat alone

On a train

In early morning.

When a young woman on her phone

Said, “are you still with your friend?”

 

 

The memory remains.

A couple yawning

In early morning.

And 2 strangers on a commuter train.

After Death

I pass by graves

On a rain soaked day.

I know those below

Do not regret the wet.

 

 

I relish the fresh

Scents of this passing day

For after my death

I will know

No rain below.

Wednesday Morning Humour

There was a young lady named Michelle

Who fell down a very deep well.

When they said, “are you okay!”,

She said, “here I will stay,

As I like this well very well!”.

 

 

I know a young lady named Mar

Who is known for losing her bra.

Her friend miss Lou

Often loses a shoe.

As for me? its my favourite bar …!

As the Season of Halloween Rapidly Approaches

As the season of Halloween rapidly approaches

I meet many young women wearing cockroaches.

When I ask, “are you a witch?”,

They say, “no, we are very rich!

Don’t you know its expensive wearing cockroaches!”.

Progress

Leaves turn brown

‘Ere they fall

To waiting ground.

 

 

I heard

A bird’s

Alarm call.

 

Autumn will become

Winter. The sun

Will burn out.

 

 

Some still shout

Of human progress

While leaves fall.

Miss Glover

I met a young lady named Glover

Who asked could she be my lover.

She said, just for me

She’d throw in Miss Leigh,

Which delighted that young lady’s dear mother!