Tag Archives: poetry blogs

My Fine Old Bed

When I found a young lady in red

On the floor by my fine old bed,

And I said, “my dear,

How did you get here!”,

She said, “I fell out of your bed!”.

After Tea and Homemade Cake

After tea

And homemade cake,

And the crossword,

We heard,

Sitting in a London garden,

A wild, screeching sound.

 

“What was that?”, I said.

“A fox with it’s prey”.

 

 

Soon the screeching ceased

And our sunny day

Returned to peace.

 

 

A quick death

Is best.

And the dead

Read no romanticising poetry

Of death.

Claire and Jane

When a young lady known as Claire

Said, “I’d like to call you sir”.

I said to Miss Jane,

“Its you with the cane!

I think Claire should call you sir!”.

 

Keith and Lin

I know a young man named Keith

Who is known as a prodigious thief.

His pretty wife Lin

Is full of sin.

But I’m not that fond of Keith …

Poor Verse

When an old man driving a hearse

Went and composed a very poor verse,

A corpse named Ted

Said, “I am dead!

But I still object to poor verse!”

Whilst Visiting a Place Known as Clapham

Whilst visiting a place known as Clapham

A girl said, “I’ll make it happen!”.

When I said, “does it involve money?”,

She said, “o,  my dear naïve honey,

Don’t you know everything does in Clapham!”

I Check My Feet

I check my feet.

The skin underneath

Has begun to crease

And my toes

Are sometimes stiff.

I am growing old.

 

I can not deny

My middle age.

But when girl’s feet

Pass me by

I know only dust

Will defeat my lust.

Love in the Wood

In the sunlit wood

I heard

The sound of love.

No word

Did I hear.

Simply the bliss

Of young lover’s lips

Came softly to me

As a bird

In a tree

Mimicked kisses for me.

Obsession

Why do I

Obsess over fallen leaves?

Should I lie

And try to pretend

There is no end?

 

Trees do not  grieve

For fallen leaves.

Nor will I,

For all must die.

 

Yet I see

A poignant beauty

In these bare trees

And Autumn leaves.