In passion hot
Children are begot
And time forgot.
Yet the clock’s whir
Is still there
Heed it or not.
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There Was A Young Lady From Bangkok
There was a young lady from Bangkok
Who did my poetry mock.
So I brought down a curse
In the form of a verse
While drunk on spirits and hock!
I Know A Young Lady From Thailand
I know a young lady from Thailand
Who said “your wish is my command”.
When I ordered “iron all my clothes”
She punched me on the nose.
Her language I do not understand …!
Sun
Children play
On another hot day,
Their faces
Carrying traces
Of yet another icecream.
As girls pass by
Displaying sunkissed thigh
And young men dream
But not of icecream
I think on
The tinder dry
Heather
And wonder whether
We are too far gone
Taps
Looking back
I recall
The Union Jack
And Taps
At nightfall.
Sometimes I desire
The certainty of the camp fire,
That ancient union
Felt in the communion
Of song.
It has long since gone
But memories live on,
Tinged with nostalgia perhaps
For Taps
And the flag that did unite
Both black and white
In the camp fire’s simple light.
Terse Is By No Means Worse
Disclaimer: many of my own poems could be construed as falling into the category of short verse. It could therefore be argued, with some justification, that I have an axe to grind here.
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Sometimes, on reading a long poem, I feel that had it been shorter its words would have exerted a greater impact on me as a reader. Yet, as pointed out in this article on Magma Poetry, it is rare for short poems to win poetry competitions, https://magmapoetry.com/writing-short-poems/.
In my opinion, Ernest Dowson’s “Vitae summa brevis spem nos vetat incohare longam” is one of the finest examples in English of a short poem, which conveys a powerful message in only a few lines of verse:
“They are not long, the weeping and the laughter,
Love and desire and hate;
I think they have no portion in us after
We pass the gate.
They are not long, the days of wine and roses,
Out of a misty dream
Our path emerges for a while, then closes
Within a dream”.
In only 8 lines, Dowson powerfully expresses sentiments that other poets have expended whole ink wells in expressing.
As pointed out in the above mentioned article, there is a view (albeit subconscious in many instances of its manifestation), that for a poem to be great it must be long. In point of fact great skill is frequently required to convey a message in only a few lines of verse and terse is by no means invariably worse.
Of course there are many great long poems, for example “Kubla Khan”. It is not, therefore a case of substituting the prejudice that “short is inferior while long is superior” for “short best conveys while long oft overstays”. There are great short (and long) poems but greater recognition should be accorded to the former than is often the case.
As always I would be interested in the views of my readers.
There Was A Young Lady Called Lou
There was a young lady called Lou
Who said “I am in love with you!”.
So she lent me some money
(That sweet, darling honey)
And now I’m in love with Sue!
Cheap
Cheap
Girls shoes.
I choose
Not to keep.
Oh Would The Night
Oh would the night
Wrap me tight
In her longed for arms,
There I would take
Delight.
In her untried charms.
But she
Would forsake
Me
Come break
Of day
And I
Should sigh
And go dally
With Sally
Or Fay.
Hot
The sun
Is hot
And my thoughts run
To where they ought not.
Short clothes
And her toes
Bare
To the teasing air