I stepped away from my rhyme
And, for a time
Did smile, while the eternal rain
Touched my fleeting hand.
A few will understand
This rhyme, and rain.
Tag Archives: rhyming poetry
Claire’s Pear
When a young lady named Claire
Said, “have you seen my pear,
Over there, in that bowl?”.
I Said, “bless my soul,
That is a very fine pair!”.
The Morning After, The Night Before
The morning after, the night before
I hear, emptiness’s baying roar.
I shall give in to wordplay
Which, helps the stretching day
Pass. I shall drink
My tea.
Watch the devil wink
And think
On 3.
A Gentleman Said
A gentleman said, “your attentions must cease
Towards my sweet and naive young niece!”.
I said, “is that Miss Claire,
With her lovely long, blonde hair?”.
He said, “that is my other niece!”.
Louise and Her Cheese
When a young lady named Louise
Said “do you like Chedda cheese?”.
I said, “indeed I do
But not when your shoe
Has walked right through that cheese!”.
Gale
A young lady named Gale
Wrote to me in braille
About a girl called Gwen
And the joy of BDSM.
So now I’m practicing braille.
Dice
2 girls chat,
About this and that.
One finds a sock.
It has not,
Been quite an hour.
“It was nice
Meeting you”,
The new
One says.
There are many ways
To play at dice.
Keats’s Beaker
Perhaps I think
Too much on fallen leaves,
When I ought to drink
From Keats’s beaker.
Hemlock is not my friend,
Yet the nightingale, Keats heard
Speaks of beauty,
And life’s end.
Fallen Blossom
Fallen blossom.
Sunshine.
Women.
And wine.
Poetry and Politics
In “10 of the best political poems everyone should read”, the site Interesting Literature lists (amongst others) W. H. Auden’s “September 1st, 1939” and Rudyard Kipling’s fine poem “Recessional”. The latter poem is no mere glorification of British imperial might. The words “lest we forget” and Kipling’s references to long gone empires, and those “drunk on power” demonstrates that the poet recognises that empires and civilisations pass. We should not be arrogant but must maintain a “humble” and “contrite” heart.
You can read Interesting Literature’s post here, https://interestingliterature.com/2020/06/political-poems/.
I have written a number of poems touching on the subject of politics, including the below poem, which is entitled “When the Squire, Sitting By His Fire”:
When the squire
Sitting by his fire,
Rang the bell,
Who can tell
Whether the servant, summoned by his call
Had any desire
For the great hall to fall.
How easy ’tis to condemn
Past men.
But tell me
would you reject
The established imperfect
For a future that may never be?
(The above Poem can be found in my collection “Light and Shade”, which is available here
https://www.amazon.com/Light-Shade-serious-not-poems/dp/B08B37VVKV.
