Category Archives: Poems (Some Silly)

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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Pumped-up Perseus

Posted on March 26, 2019 by crispina kemp

Don’t you knock upon my door, I find you utterly scurrilous And don’t you deign to speak to me, you who are discourteous A pathetic poet-singer, to think yourself a second Orpheus No romantic poet, you, but a caricature hilarious … Continue reading →

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What Pegman Saw: Pixie Led

Posted on March 25, 2019 by crispina kemp

The pixie lit upon my bed and whispered softly near my head ‘If come with me this moonlit night I’ll show a wonder to delight.’ Then up I got and followed true, through woods, o’er moor, across the blue, to … Continue reading →

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CCC19: The Hill is Steep

Posted on March 21, 2019 by crispina kemp

The way is steep, the day is hot A foot-weary slog to reach the top I check my watch, what do I see? Oh. it’s 12 o’clock! Written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #19

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I’ll Give It a Miss

Posted on March 19, 2019 by crispina kemp

Oh Sammi, Sammi, Sammi dear What a project set I’ve thought and thought and thought and thought But I’ve had no inspiration yet The solstices, they’re no problem Summer and winter too For those I’ll easily whip up a rhyme … Continue reading →

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