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January 12, 2024

A Proposal of Marriage

I know a young lady named Honey

Who has found I’ve come into money.

She’s proposed to me

Along with Miss Lee,

But I can’t marry Lee and Honey!

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Published on January 12, 2024 23:42

January 11, 2024

The Fox’s Bark

Sometimes the fox’s bark

Pierces the dark

As our bodies meet

Under comforting sheets.

A girl’s soft kiss

And exploring hands

Can command my lust.

But your bark,

So cold and sharp

Speaks of dust.

 

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Published on January 11, 2024 13:07

Reinventing the Wheel

There once was a man named Neil

Who said, “I shall invent the wheel!”.

A young lady called Sun

Said, “that’s already been done!”,

As she rolled around with that Neil!

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Published on January 11, 2024 12:34

January 10, 2024

Discordancy

I can not write tonight.

I find my mind

Dwells on discordant church bells.

I think this discordancy

Is a part of me.

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Published on January 10, 2024 13:04

January 9, 2024

A Certain Charm

Young women’s heels click.

Clocks tick.

The weather is cold.

Girl’s arms

Have their charms.

I grow old.

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Published on January 09, 2024 13:00

January 7, 2024

A January Breeze

A January breeze

Whispers through trees

And winter grasses

And, as it passes

It speaks to me

Of my mortality.

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Published on January 07, 2024 06:35

I Met a Man Named Dorian Gray

I met a man named Dorian Gray

Who said, “my portrait it must pay.

With this sharp knife

I’ll end it’s life!”.

But it was Gray who did pay …!

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Published on January 07, 2024 00:56

January 6, 2024

Ramblings on Turning 55

What will survive from this present time?

Will poets continue to write

Long into the night?

Or will rhyme of the human kind

Be replaced by robots who trot out rhymes

Of indifferent kinds.

 

Rhyme of the human kind will survive

And continue to thrive.

While for better or worse

Robots will write verse.

But who owns what a robot writes?

 

The red pillar box will go, although

A few will remain to show

That there was mail long before email.

 

The world will move ever faster.

I hope eccentricity will ...

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Published on January 06, 2024 08:43

January 5, 2024

I Am Tired

I am tired.

Should I compose a rhyme

To women and wine?

I have desired

Both women and wine

But all pens run dry

And I

Grow so tired

Of rhyme

Of women and wine.

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Published on January 05, 2024 07:05

Musical Head

There once was a girl in red

Who liked to stand on her head.

When they asked her why

She would wink 1 eye

And play the drums with her head!

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Published on January 05, 2024 00:41