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There Once Was a Nymph Named Echo

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There once was a nymph named Echo

Who spent all her days drinking Prosecco.

When they said, “is that nice?”,

She would repeat their words twice,

And then she would drink more Prosecco!

A Poem for the New Year

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“Janus” appears in my collection “More Poetic Meanderings”, which was published in 2023:

Janus waits in the wings.

As with previous dead years

He will bring

Laughter and tears.

Doors open and close.

The futurologist thinks he knows

What the future holds.

But Janus thumbs his nose,

And history goes

On as before;

And where it goes

Heaven only knows.

Doubtless, Nymphs Have Played

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Doubtless, nymphs have played
In this woodland glade,
Where bright flowers bloom
And are gone ,
Oh too soon!

Yet, another one
Will, doubtless play
As satyrs say,
“tis hot today!.

But, tis true
That satyrs too
Must fade away.

Said the Sweet Nymph Unto the Satyr

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Said the sweet nymph unto the satyr
“Sir, surely you can’t grow any fatter!”.
Said the satyr
Unto the nymph
“Come you down from your high plinth
And let us make great sport together
In yonder heather!”.

But the nymph did gently smile
And said “I have been had
By many a rich handsome lad.
But sir, ‘tis not my style
To grace with my pretty face
And my fine silks and lace,
An ugly old satyr’s poor platter!”.

Heat

Pan’s Pipe

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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.

The Song of the Siren

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Lashed to the mast,
You ride
The tide
Of pain and pleasure.
The weather
Is hot.

Sirens sunbathe,
And say, “let go”.
You know
You ought not,
But the girls are so hot,
And the reef
Of grief
Below
Seems hidden, and all you see
Is a beautiful she.

So, you let go
And, at your leisure
Go down
And drown
In the sea
Of pain and pleasure.

But, long
‘Ere you did see
Those cold, calculating eyes,,
You recognised
Her siren song.
And yet
You did choose
To lose
Yourself in the sea of regret,
Where men go down
And drown,
And drown again,
In pleasure, and pain.

Eternity

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Some find
In the arms
Of that ancient profession
A kind
Of passing peace.
But a girl’s charms
Fade, and many a confession
Is made
By those who still believe, to the priest.
Though, in modernity, eternity
Is feared, by those who think
On dust
And such
As a never ending drink
From the waters of Lethe
Where men find
Peace
From the world’s call,
And all
Thought
Is reduced to nought,
In Hades where there
Is no hot
Fire, and desire
Is forgot
In an eternal, dreamless dream,
And Satan’s grin, is never seen.