Category Archives: Poems (Some Silly)

Arise Meander

Posted on May 7, 2019 by crispina kemp

Arise, Meander, son of wedded waters: Of primal source, Titaness Tethys And all-encircling stream, the chaotic Oceanus. Arise Sir Knight, and spread far your name; Arise in Phrygia, for from Phrygia you came. And never a straight course did he … Continue reading →

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What Pegman Saw: Aspire to the Sky

Posted on May 6, 2019 by crispina kemp

Aspire to the sky, O cathedral of glass Built by the broken backs of the mass Acquisition of money-begotten Aspirations of first-settlers forgotten Ye clever creed of Krafted-Plate Written for What Pegman Saw According to Wikipedia, this magnificent cathedral of … Continue reading →

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For Sophia

Posted on April 30, 2019 by crispina kemp

I discarded riches, discarded clothes Discarded flesh from off my bones To take the step incomparable To stand before you, Vulnerable. Written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt

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What Pegman Saw: Different Times

Posted on April 29, 2019 by crispina kemp

Different times Different places Different people With different life-courses So many ways to live a life So many triggers to needless strife. Written for What Pegman Saw

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CCC24: Knock-knock

Posted on April 25, 2019 by crispina kemp

KNOCK-KNOCK Now who is that, come so late to complain of his fate? KNOCK-KNOCK Who dares to tap in the dead of night just to plead his miserable plight? KNOCK-KNOCK The lord turned over, ignored whoever had come to implore. … Continue reading →

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Beneath the Pier

Posted on April 23, 2019 by crispina kemp

Down to the shore I went, to find some pressable pieces. A frond of seaweed that looked like a mat. a short frayed length of plastic tat, and a paper bag, with sand pressed in its creases. Back in the … Continue reading →

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For England and St George

Posted on April 23, 2019 by crispina kemp

I am a female English born, my birth-certificate tells me so; Though I will admit a tiny bit (1% of the total genome) in the Levant began long ago. Doubtless that bit joined the Diaspora, at least for the one … Continue reading →

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CCC23: Papa Painted the Walls

Posted on April 18, 2019 by crispina kemp

Papa painted the walls He painted them pretty pink. He went to the slaughter-house. begged a bucket, mixed it with lime-wash and thickly slapped it Pretty, that pink. Yeah, but how many died for that bucket of blood? So? They … Continue reading →

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What Pegman Saw: Portland Bill

Posted on April 15, 2019 by crispina kemp

Portland Bill built a still in his cellar deep Asked his ally, Emerald Sally, his secret for to keep She kept it well, she dug a well, his moonshine for to store All was fine till the cops saw the … Continue reading →

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And Did Those Feet

Posted on April 11, 2019 by crispina kemp

First were the Britons’ iron-clad chariot wheel-rims rattling as they raced along. Then arrived slick-skinned hard-nailed southern sandals in haste to decimate the rebel clans. Soft-soled boots of Baltic seal-skin followed, peaceful in their homestead aims. All disturbed by the … Continue reading →

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