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Mercy

There Was A Young Lady From Bangkok

There was a young lady from Bangkok
Who did my poetry mock.
So I brought down a curse
In the form of a verse
While drunk on spirits and hock!

Write a Haiku & Get the Kids Writing Too!

Bette A. Stevens, Maine Author

Let nature inspire you…

Our rock garden at the Farmstead is singing. The columbine were so glorious this season they inspired me to write “The Choral Debut,”  a haiku (Japanese-inspired, non-rhyming three-line: 5-7-5 syllable poem). I hope The Choral Debut inspires you to get outdoors and let nature sing its songs to you. 

The Choral Debut

HAIKU by Bette A. Stevens

Rising with the sun

Pristine perennials join

The choral début

I enjoy designing  posters to go...

I Know A Young Lady From Thailand

I know a young lady from Thailand
Who said “your wish is my command”.
When I ordered “iron all my clothes”
She punched me on the nose.
Her language I do not understand …!

There Was A Young Lady From Bangkok

There was a young lady from Bangkok
Who lost a little white sock.
I discovered the shoe
Of a girl called Lou
But I never found that sock …

Sun

Children play
On another hot day,
Their faces
Carrying traces
Of yet another icecream.

As girls pass by
Displaying sunkissed thigh
And young men dream
But not of icecream
I think on
The tinder dry
Heather
And wonder whether
We are too far gone

The Abstract Principle of Equality

An insightful quotation.

e-Tinkerbell

It was 1871 when Swiss philosopher Henry Frèderic Amiel  pondered on the nature of democracy in his “Journal Intime”. It is impressive how Amiel in few clear words nails effectively the problems implied by a representation where one is worth one despite merit, experience, education etc. and foresees the processes that will shape the world as we know it. Of course, he could not predict how the impact of modern means of communications would have made the d...

There Was A Young Lady From Bangkok (2)

There was a young lady from Bangkok
Who did my front door unlock.
It was after midnight
And by the star’s bright light
We drank a bottle of Hock.

There Was A Young Lady From Bangkok

There was a young lady from Bangkok
Who wrote poetry while drunk on Hock.
A literary man named Paul
Said “tis so easy to fall
For poetical girls in Bangkok”.

Taps

Looking back
I recall
The Union Jack
And Taps
At nightfall.

Sometimes I desire
The certainty of the camp fire,
That ancient union
Felt in the communion
Of song.

It has long since gone
But memories live on,
Tinged with nostalgia perhaps
For Taps
And the flag that did unite
Both black and white
In the camp fire’s simple light.