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Category Archives: Poems (Some Silly)
Gardener Jack loved his garden Started here in 1934 But Gardener Jack is no more Yet they took his ashes And scattered them here Now the veg grow bigger And greener And taller Year by year
This old heart is not so fit It needs repair Though nothing now will make it tick As it did in former years It has been tormented Has been teased Has sought repose A chance to beat alone and so … Continue reading
Just you be on your guard Don’t let your eyes be fooled and starred Mind their every toss and shard They’ll git you when you least expect it Hold you up, turn you around Rummage through your shiny weskit* You … Continue reading
What use a newspaper when the news is grim Better to burn it, make the day less dim Been like this now for years Headlines grimmer than a soul can bear Come on, reporters, you can do better than this … Continue reading
Pale Moon Lady at the gate You are early, I am not late I refuse your proffered charms Refuse to slip into your arms See, I’m happy; see, I thrive Days are numbered; I’m alive Be gone, don’t haunt me, … Continue reading
It was easy to take stock To list the qualities The abilities The attained training The experience To lay my plans I would not be taken for a fool again I would marshal my weapons And SLAM the man! 39 … Continue reading
My man is resourceful He’s intelligent, tenacious – he stays the course, has a PhD He’s imaginative, the creator of hot plots that feature me His body’s robust, well-formed with thighs that are solid Respected, respectable, nothing about him squalid … Continue reading
Glow My heart does glow I’ll have you know When you are near When you show you care Slow The days goes slow Like a sluggard flow When you’re not around When you are gone Grow My love does grow … Continue reading
Ought I to blush? Am I a lush To spend the night In Dionysus’ arms inebriated by his charms? A Bacchanalian revelry, My Lord, I cry, It’s most unlike me!
Beyond the fence of sticks and stone That fence me round There is a field of gold Within this body of flesh and bone That hold me strong There is a soul of old