Category Archives: Poems (Some Silly)

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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Heavy as Tombstones

Posted on April 9, 2019 by crispina kemp

Silence Heavy as tombstones Curdles the hero’s heart and courage Shrouds his love, his life Written for Sammi’s Weekend Prompt

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What Pegman Saw: This Warm Place

Posted on April 8, 2019 by crispina kemp

This Tiflis, this Thilisi; this warm place. Where to Tamar once the farmers gave their grain Where Jason, seeking a golden fleece, a wife did gain Where the sacred fires of Zarathustra burned And initiates of the celestial Mithras turned … Continue reading →

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The Loathly Lady

Posted on April 4, 2019 by crispina kemp

A loathly lady here indwells, silver-green skin, stained by the fells. In times of pestilence and droughts a lustful lad, lottery-chosen from hereabouts, was tightly bound and to her given; a practice derided as devil-bidden, Now local lads in texting, gaming, … Continue reading →

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My Grandma Lived Over the Track

Posted on March 28, 2019 by crispina kemp

My grandma lived over the track One up, one down, in a house painted black A stile over the fence to the well out back Oxlip meadow, goats and a wood stack If I crossed the lines I’d get a … Continue reading →

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