Tag Archives: poetry

A Girl’s Bare Arm

Her arm bare under my hand.
I have no command
And shee
Is not Of me.

I wonder does she understand
The fact
Of her impact
On men?

When she
Laughs it is with me
(But with others to)
So I know
That it can not be true.

Does she
See through me
As we walk
And talk?

Yet there is no
Harm in enjoying the charm
Of a soft, bare arm
Of a girl who happened to be free
And offered it to me.

There Was A Young Man Called Standish

There was a young man called Standish
Who’s behaviour was rather offhandish.
When I said “you are most rude”.
He replied “you dare to intrude,
Your conduct is truly outlandish!”

I caught An Elusive Thing

I caught an elusive thing.
‘Twas happiness on the wing.
Honeyed words were said
And we ended in bed.

I caught an elusive thing.
‘Twas happiness on the wing.
The birds sang on a summer’s day
And I implored my mistress to stay.

The birds still
Sing
And will
Bring
Sad thoughts to mind
For I find
That within their song
Resides the truth “this won’t last long”.

Has Time Been Called For The Traditional Clock?

I have long been a lover of the traditional and, in particular the chiming clock. My love of clocks can be seen in a number of my poems, including “My Old Clock I Wind”, which can be found in “My Old Clock I Wind and Other Poems”. One derives a real sense of seconds passing (never to return) when listening to the ponderous tick tock of a traditional pendulum clock such as a Grandfather or Grandmother clock. As I put it in my poem “Time”, “the sickle chops and the heart will, one day, stop”.

Given my love of traditional clocks, I was sad to read an article in The Telegraph in which it is reported that analogue (traditional) clocks are being replaced in school examination halls by digital devices. As one headteacher puts it:

“Malcolm Trobe, deputy general secretary at the Association of School and College Leaders (ASCL), said youngsters have become accustomed to using digital devices.
“The current generation aren’t as good at reading the traditional clock face as older generations,” he told The Telegraph.
“They are used to seeing a digital representation of time on their phone, on their computer. Nearly everything they’ve got is digital so youngsters are just exposed to time being given digitally everywhere.” (See https://www.telegraph.co.uk/education/2018/04/24/schools-removing-analogue-clocks-exam-halls-teenagers-unable/).

I remember the excitement, as a schoolboy when a large digital clock was installed in the newly constructed school building which formed a part of the Royal School for the Blind in Liverpool, (one of the schools I attended in that great city). While other children thought the device wonderful, I was left cold and would retreat to the traditional wall mounted (pendulum) clock in another (older) part of the same school.

I can, of course see the advantages of digital devices. But, to me they lack (and always will lack) that elusive thing we call character.

(You can find “My Old Clock I Wind and Other Poems” in the Amazon Kindle Store. “Time” can be found in my collection “Lost In The Labyrinth of My Mind”, which is also available in the Kindle store. Links to all of my books can be found here, https://newauthoronline.com/about/).

There Was A Young Lady Called Ming

There was a young lady called Ming
Who loved to dance and sing.
She sang for her friend Mack
Which caused the china to crack,
That tuneful young lady called Ming …

There Was A Young Man Called Mark

There was a young man called Mark
Who fashioned a girl out of bark.
She was 10 feet tall
And he being small,
Their future was somewhat stark.

There was a young man called Mark
Who fashioned a girl out of bark.
She was the love of his life
So he took her to wife
That fortunate young man called Mark.

There was a young man called Mark
Who fashioned a girl out of bark.
Her skin it was rough
And the dating scene being tough
He married that lady of bark.

There Was A Young Lady From Berlin

There was a young lady from Berlin
Who was extremely tall and thin.
She got stuck in a drain
Which caused her great pain
As she was neither out nor in …

There was a young lady from Berlin
Who’s name was Louise or Lin.
I behaved like a fool
Which led to a duel
With her brother who lived in King’s Lynn …

There was a young lady from Berlin
Who never committed a sin.
Having no vice
She went to paradise,
That boring young lady from Berlin …