There was a young lady named Alice
Who lived in Crystal Palace.
She broke the law
At halfpast four
And ran away to Dallas!
There Was A Young Lady Named Alice
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Memory
Our memory is like a garden, where we spend many hours
Watering fragrant flowers.
Yet sometimes we succeed
In fertilising a weed.
Indeed
We take a perverse delight in watching it grow
Much though
We deny that it is so!
Let not the weed
Seed
Say I,
But learn from it, then let it die,
For if it’s growth you do not control
It will succeed
And choke your soul.
There Was A Young Man From Mauritius
There was a young man from Mauritius
Who thought all things delicious.
He ate some chalk
And a plastic fawk,
The effect was rather pernicious!
Dreams
I dreamed and in my dream cups broke
And matters where confused.
When I awoke
I smiled an amused
Smile.
For I can not resile
From the view
That dreams oft times represent what is true,
Or at least what may be so
Unless a man say “whoa!”.
“A Confession” by Czeslaw Milosz
I came across Czeslaw Milosz’s fine poem, “A Confession”, while leafing through “Essential Poems”, from the Staying Alive Series, edited by Neil Astley (Bloodaxe Books). We are fallen creatures all, and it’s a brave man who recognises his own frailties, (http://enothingblog.blogspot.co.uk/2010/03/poem-of-day-confession-by-czeslaw.html).
The Builder And The Poet
A builder and a poet sat drinking.
“I am thinking
That its getting black outside.
The moon does hide
Her face.
One can trace
In yonder darkening sky
The fall from grace
Of you and I”,
The poet said
With a shake of his greying head.
“Me missus will
Kill me.
I said I’d be back for 3.
That can’t be right,
The clock says its 10 at night!
Me tea
Will be in the dog, (or over me)!
Oh you poets have such charm.
Go on then, as you twist my arm
I’ll have another drink.
Now what did you think
Of the match earlier today?
And by the way
Did you ever play?”
There Was A Young Lady Named Crystal
There was a young lady named Crystal
Who owned an antique pistol.
The gun went bang
And up she sprang
And ran all the way to Bristol!
Witch
TonightI shall fly
Through the starless sky
On my broomstick.
And my banshee wail
Will make the righteous quail,
But oh how I wish
That flight did not make me sick …!
There Was A Young Lady Named Yvette
There was a young lady named Yvette
Who owned a very strange pet.
It was a cross between a dog
And Farmer Giles’s prize hog,
And it sang Rule Britannia to the vet!
When The Blood Is Warm
When the blood
Is warm
We go with the flood
And think not of the swarm
That may hide
Inside.
For in the midst of pleasure’s sigh
We think not that we may die.
K Morris - Poet 