Tag Archives: free verse

The Forbidden Garden

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Perfume in a forbidden garden.

Desires hidden behind friendly smiles.

Paradise held no inhibitions.

 

Society celebrates the variety

Of nearly all.

But some falls

Can not be forgiven.

 

So Adam waits

Though the Devil prates

Of outdated convention.

But the fruit

Is not quite ripe.

Engrossed in their Flirtatious Play

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Engrossed in their flirtatious play

They stand behind the bar.

The place is quiet for a summer’s evening.

I am near,  and yet so far away.

Soon I will be leaving

Him and her together.

 

I finish my pint and leave alone.

Later, at home, I think on Larkin,

And whether they sleep together.

Its not my affair

But the poet’s  indelicate question

Intrudes into my rhyme

Of lost youth and passing time.

Were I to Die Under a Bus

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Were I to die under a bus

Family and friends would cry.

There would be little fuss

Over my literary legacy.

Those few who read my rhyme

Of women and wine

and passing time

May fancy they hear

Skeletons prattle in cupboards

And clocks stop.

But I will not reply

Easy as Drink

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Sometimes I think on girls who drink

In order to go through

With what they feel they have to

I see their bright smile

And hear their laughter.

 

And when men’s fun is done

I wonder, do some pause and think

How young women’s smiles

And laughter, flow easily as drink?

 

The Rain Stops and Starts

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The rain stops and starts.

Lovers who never where lovers part.

No hearts are broken.

But had words been spoken

At an earlier time

Perchance this rhyme of mine

Would not end in friends parting

And rain stopping and starting.

Lost Youth

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On a spring day

Girls in short dresses

Progress  by.

Old men sigh

Finding their mind

Turn to past progress

And the truth

That youth

Is fleeting as flowers.

Daisy Chains

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I saw daisies in spring grass

And thought of the past

When I first made my chains

Unaware of coming care.

 

Our acts forge a chain

For good or bad.

When I was a lad

I took daisies freely

Innocent of what would come to be.

 

I have picked so many spring flowers.

And I have learned

That youthful hours

Can never return

And the chain I made

May grow heavier with age.