The white cliffs of Dover may remain
Though the express train
Negotiates a perilous ledge.
Or over the edge
We may go
Though ignorant armies say, “below
Lies salvation
For the nation”.
I shall read Arnold’s “Dover Beach”
And think on bad
Faith
And mad
Men
When a young lady whose name is Gail
Decided the great ocean to sail,
In a boat of tissue paper,
I said, “’tis a foolish caper!
Please pass me my Daily Mail”.
—
When a young lady whose name is Gail
Decided the great ocean to sail,
In a boat of tissue paper,
I said, “’tis a foolish caper,
You should go to sea on a whale!”.
I derive great pleasure from listening to music. One of my favourite artists is Ed Sheeran. On listening to some of Ed’s songs I am struck by how closely music and poetry can blend together. Take, for example Sheeran’s song “Happier”
As with much poetry, “Happier” consists of a mixture of rhyme and half-rhyme. However most of “Happier” does rhyme, with “too”, “do” and “new” forming a simple (but highly effective) rhyming scheme as with
“You look happier, you do.
My friend told me one day I’ll feel it too”.
If you listen to the song, you will, I think hear the poetry therein.
Kevin
A ghost
From the Ivory Coast,
She paces,
Her body bare
To England’s air.
She has been to places
That he
Would not wish to see.
Would it be rude
To intrude
On her thought?
Perhaps he ought
Not. Yet she is nude,
And here for him
And his sin
Is she not?
When a cat by the name of Mable
Sat eyeing a bird table,
A crow called Jo
Said, “stay down below,
As this table is very unstable!”.
When a young lady whose name is Crystal
Said, “elope with me to Bristol”,
And I asked, “why so?”
She replied, “I just happen to know,
That there’s lots to do in Bristol!”.
A young lady named Dawn
Has most solemnly sworn,
That whilst out last night
By the moon’s bright light,
She saw a leprechaun!
—
A young lady named Dawn
Has stolen my leprechaun.
Whilst out last night
by the star’s bright light
She stole my leprechaun!
—
When a young lady named Dawn
Said, “I saw a leprechaun!”,
My friend Miss Spink
Gave me a wink,
Which displeased that young lady Dawn!
When a young lady named Claire
Remarked, “trespassers beware!”,
I said, “I beg your pardon,
But this is my garden
And I want you out of there!”.
—
When a young lady named Claire
Remarked, “all trespassers beware!”,
And I said, “I beg your pardon,
But this is my garden!”,
She tossed her long blonde hair.
On a sunny day
Ghosts hide away.
But you will, oft-times
Ghouls find
In the dark
Corners of the human mind
And the heart
Unclean, where no gleam
Of light is ever seen.
When a poetical young man named Paul
Painted a poem upon a wall,
A literary policewoman called Yvette
Said, “I very much regret
That you must go and clean that wall!”.
