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There Was A Young Man From Mauritius

There was a young man from Mauritius
Who thought all things delicious.
He ate some chalk
And a plastic fawk,
The effect was rather pernicious!

Dreams

I dreamed and in my dream cups broke
And matters where confused.
When I awoke
I smiled an amused
Smile.
For I can not resile
From the view
That dreams oft times represent what is true,
Or at least what may be so
Unless a man say “whoa!”.

“A Confession” by Czeslaw Milosz

I came across Czeslaw Milosz’s fine poem, “A Confession”, while leafing through “Essential Poems”, from the Staying Alive Series, edited by Neil Astley (Bloodaxe Books). We are fallen creatures all, and it’s a brave man who recognises his own frailties, (http://enothingblog.blogspot.co.uk/2010/03/poem-of-day-confession-by-czeslaw.html).

The Builder And The Poet

A builder and a poet sat drinking.
“I am thinking
That its getting black outside.
The moon does hide
Her face.
One can trace
In yonder darkening sky
The fall from grace
Of you and I”,
The poet said
With a shake of his greying head.

“Me missus will
Kill me.
I said I’d be back for 3.
That can’t be right,
The clock says its 10 at night!
Me tea
Will be in the dog, (or over me)!

Oh you poets have such charm.
Go on then, as you twist my arm
I’ll have another drink.
Now what did you think
Of the m...

There Was A Young Lady Named Crystal

There was a young lady named Crystal
Who owned an antique pistol.
The gun went bang
And up she sprang
And ran all the way to Bristol!

Witch

TonightI shall fly
Through the starless sky
On my broomstick.
And my banshee wail
Will make the righteous quail,
But oh how I wish
That flight did not make me sick …!

There Was A Young Lady Named Yvette

There was a young lady named Yvette
Who owned a very strange pet.
It was a cross between a dog
And Farmer Giles’s prize hog,
And it sang Rule Britannia to the vet!

When The Blood Is Warm

When the blood
Is warm
We go with the flood
And think not of the swarm
That may hide
Inside.
For in the midst of pleasure’s sigh
We think not that we may die.

property

Sitting here in my home,
That I am proud to own
I ponder on this thing called property,
This mine and yours
(Protected by the laws)
That makes you and me
Free.

Even the dog will defend his territory
And the wise will leave his manky old bone
Alone
For Fido’s teeth
Have brought many a man to grief.

Lock said that property rights are inate
And a man owns what he does create.
The state
Should expropriate
The capitalists Marxists said
(and marked the expropriation with the dead).

Ownership of pro...

28 Of Poetry’s Most Powerful Lines Ever Written

Thank you to my friend for drawing this article to my attention, “28 Of Poetry’s Most Powerful Lines Ever Written”, http://www.independent.co.uk/arts-entertainment/books/news/world-poetry-day-28-of-poetrys-most-powerful-lines-ever-written-a6944301.html. There are many of my favourites here, including Emily Dickinson’s”As I Could Not Stop For Death” and W. B Yeats’s “The Second Coming”.