He said he could play the flute
I thought he was being cute
And what of steelpan
He said of course he can
With his sister playing the lute
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anyone can write; am i a poet? you decide
He said he could play the flute
I thought he was being cute
And what of steelpan
He said of course he can
With his sister playing the lute
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Please, Behave!
When he picked her up,
Tossing her above him,
Ovehead held there,
[Marc Chagall, La promenade (The Promenade) (1918), oil on canvas, courtesy dVerse Poets Pub]
Her only thought was,
Please please,
Don't let my bloomers show,
My father would never approve
This kind of behaviour,
Please please,
Oh wind oh wind, behave!
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Shane
My pet of high school days,
Would stand by me in so many ways,
He walked me to the bus stop,
And waited my return,
How did he know when i would be home,
Shane - my pet my dog my pal,
What a pal!
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[The Dreamer,” an oil painting by Caspar David Friedrich from the period 1820-1840, ]
To Sleep
Night is generally for sleeping
I toss and turn
Close my eyes, then open them; peeping
Again pull up the covers; durn
If its too hot like; roasting
I pull them down again; stern
My opened eyes espy; the dark's in
I think may be a nightlight; kerne
Or a glass of water; pouring
Or a dream; yearn
But first to sleeping
For there are no daydreams at night; learn
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A Bird In A Cage
That song, that mesmerising song. Some things are just not good for an unsober head, carrying a mind of non direction, crazed in booze, and too bold women, and the faint perfume.
From its chalice steals, the sacred blend of dignity, divinity, deep serious contemplation and remorse, by morning glare. When did it occur to them to look for him, to ask about him.
Weren't they drinking buddies? Weren't buddies supposed to look after one another? It is a sad day went a friend goes missing, like a phantom, out of the night. When a friend's wife is left alone; to listen to the song of a bird in a cage.
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Roses In Conversation
Afternoon delight, bordeaux
Tangles summer song;
Windrush, sea foam, penny lane and white wings
Sound on a brass band;
Restless, queen of hearts
Signs: No surrender!
Peace! shouts a mermaid at Golden Gate;
The Eiffel Tower is in France;
Ebb tide is upon us Desdemona,
Pass the cayenne pepper please, dear Quicksilver.