Last night, ah, yesternight, betwixt her lips and mine There fell thy shadow, Cynara! thy breath was shed Upon my soul between the kisses and the wine; And I was desolate and sick of an old passion, Yea, I was desolate and bowed my head: I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion….
Category: Poetry
George Byron
So we’ll go no more a roving’ So we’ll go no more a roving So late into the night, Though the heart be still as loving, And the moon be still as bright. For the sword outwears its sheath, And the soul wears out the breast, And the heart must pause to breathe, And Love…
The Donkey
The Donkey When fishes flew and forests walked And figs grew upon thorn, Some moment when the moon was blood Then surely I was born. With monstrous head and sickening cry And ears like errant wings, The devil’s walking parody On all four-footed things. The tattered outlaw of the earth, Of ancient crooked will; Starve,…
A spoken poem
Cosmic Time By me
Bagpipe Music
Bagpipe music (1938) It’s no go the merry-go-round, it’s no go the rickshaw, All we want is a limousine and a ticket for the peepshow. Their knickers are made of crêpe-de-chine, their shoes are made of python, Their halls are lined with tiger rugs and their walls with heads of bison.John MacDonald found a corpse, put it…
Revolve the Spinning Top
A speck of agitation is Self – Moulded by atoms and deformed By abstract hope – Stillness? Can it be gathered Does its harvest yield, nourish The discontent of argument? Thoughts nearly always Remain young even as the Withered lips smile The thoughtful idea is beauty – not age. Being part of the spinning top…
ART
Art This is a life, Where poet, writer, painter, Heat their hands from flames Burning from the brain’s fire – Earth’s very sky is held still As they turn sea to words – Rock to paint – Wine and beer wash throats With song and conversation – In a bodily exchange for art – Where…
Joan D’Arc
Everything about you shone – First your eyes with fire – As voices spoke through your brain – Your blesséd saints shone around you Such a glory – Your sword gleamed and glinted – Your horse’s skin was like a shining mirror; Where all France could see The Maid of Domremy Riding in brilliant armour…
Eagles
Wild was the day – Wilder still the night – Bright was the sun – Brighter still the stars – Wild was our love Still wilder our despair – Wilder still our words Birds that we were Eagles both of us – Wild on the wing – Wilder still our flight – Thro’ the wild…
The Day of The Cunning Careerist
He learnt at an early age To deliver taxed dreams to His breakfast table, where He shared the fruit-juice and the papers With his wife – Spreading marmalade with A small silver knife on their Thinly sliced toast – Bitter-orange marmalade to match Their bitter orange destiny – Listening to the news – Rushing into…